Raising Octopus Juvenile

People can't, at least they shouldn't eat everything.

Cecil wanted to educate Lenny so much, but after thinking about it carefully, he was not human at all.

Forget it, just eat if you want. If you're full, you won't be worried about her meat. This is a good thing for her.

Cecil looked at the snail shell making a squeaking sound in front of him, mourned for a second in silence, and then slowly backed away two steps.

"Cecile, what's the matter?" Alex asked suspiciously, standing beside her.

Cecil kept his voice as low as possible and said softly, "The snail shell is moving."

"Moving?" The nervous Alex obviously hadn't noticed this. He opened his apricot eyes, craned his neck curiously, and looked forward.

Another faint movement sounded in the water, accompanied by the sound of gurgling bubbles, the snail shell, which was a circle larger than a cuddling adult, trembled slightly, and slowly turned over.

A graceful body with a grayish-cyan color, translucent skin and flesh and blood, emerged from under the snail's shell.

It is not very accurate to say that it is a body, because it actually only has a naked upper body, and the waist is connected in a thick snail shell. The translucent blue-gray mucosa connects the shell and the meat, forming a large and heavy lower body.

Although I haven't seen the face yet, judging from this figure, she can indeed be called a beautiful woman-although her lifeless complexion is not in line with human aesthetics.

The woman in the snail shell lowered her head, and her long spider silk hair hung over her chest, covering her full breast. Her waist contracted, and the heavy thick shell under her body slowly moved forward with her twisting, dragging slowly in the water.

The empty and cold cave reverberated with the sound of snail shells moving, slow and stagnant, as if pulling on the rock, making the roots of the teeth sour.

"She seems to be climbing very hard. Could it be where she was injured?" Alex whispered as he approached Cecil.

Cecil glanced at him lightly: "Have you ever seen a snail crawling fast?"

Alex: "...not really."

They stood still and watched the snail girl slowly approaching. Marty, who was standing behind the two, gently rubbed his chin, looked at the snail girl, and then at Cecil, the interest in his eyes became more and more intense.

The snail girl stopped in front of Cecil.

Alex clenched the sacred spar gun in his hand, and whispered: "She didn't attack us like a mermaid, she must be injured."

"Hush." ​​Cecil raised his index finger to his lips, his eyes fixed on the snail woman.

It doesn't matter whether it is injured or not, what matters is how to bring it back. Although it sounds like the little octopus wants to use it to fill up her stomach, and she had planned that way up to now-but now she has changed her mind.

Cecil still felt that it would be a bit violent to let such a rare beauty and ugly mermaid end, so it would be better to take it back and raise it.

When she was planning like this, the snail girl in front of her finally slowly lifted her face.

Cecil gave a small "Wow" in the bottom of his heart.

This is an unforgettable face. The translucent, cyan face is glamorous and ethereal, and the blood under the skin is intricately clear, revealing the strangeness that humans don't have. Especially its eyes, the light pupils are transparent and special, and the lines in the pupils sway like water lines, full of psychedelic and dazzling beauty.

Now this unique pair of eyes is staring straight at Cecil. You can't see any human emotions in its eyes. It can even be said to be a blank. The only thing you can feel is simply "looking." .

"It's indeed a beautiful woman who grows in a snail shell, Alex, your aesthetic is finally normal once again." Cecil couldn't help but applaud softly.

"Of course, don't look at who I am..." Alex raised his chin proudly, and was about to cross his hips for a moment, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, "Wait, are you complimenting me? How does it sound? So awkward..."

Cecil didn't bother to talk to Alex. She looked at the snail woman steadily, for fear of frightening it, so she tried her best to move lightly and carefully stretched out a hand to it.

The snail girl looked at Cecil blankly, her eyes empty and she didn't seem to be able to think. She also followed Cecil's way and slowly stretched out a hand, and tentatively touched the human girl's fingertips.

Its fingers are pointed and long, thin webs are connected between the fingers, and the translucent cyan skin is underneath. The joints and bones are clear at a glance, which looks inexplicably terrifying.

However, with the comparison of the mermaid, none of the three people present would feel uncomfortable with the webbed claws of the snail girl, and they even thought that such a palm could be called beautiful.

The two very different fingertips touched briefly, and then the snail woman quickly retracted her finger.

Cecil watched it patiently, waiting for it to make the next move.

Then she saw the snail woman put the finger that touched her to her mouth, held it in her mouth and licked it slowly.

It licked very lightly and slowly, and its saliva flowed uncontrollably along the corners of the cyan mouth.

Alex flushed at the sight.

Cecil: "???"

Is there something wrong?

Just when she realized that the situation was not developing right, the snail girl, who had always been sluggish, suddenly opened her eyes.

Those dreamy eyes turned into blue-gray without pupils in an instant, and then it opened its mouth wide, its pale tongue, like a thin snake, slammed out to Cecil—

"...What the hell!" Cecil was shocked, and immediately backed away quickly.

She reacted quickly. However, the female snail suddenly changed into a species. Not only could she move quickly in the water, she could also arch a heavy body covered with mucus and leap directly into the air—

Alex looked silly.

Cecil did not hesitate, and bit off the glass bottle cap of the potion, and poured all the green potion in the bottle onto the snail girl flying into the sky. The snail girl shrank into a ball, facing Cecil with the hard shell, and accurately blocked the powerful paralyzing agent prepared by Bode.

Alex: "..."

After realizing it, he shouted in horror: "Cecile, run!"

"Thank you for your prompt reminder."

Cecil was surprisingly calm, and a faint blue flame spouted from the palm of her hand. The flame was like a roaring lion, violently attacking the snail woman, who rolled her limbs again and blocked Cecil's attack with a huge snail shell.

Cecil: "???"

This is also ok?

She suddenly felt a trace of fatigue.

"Cecile, don't fight, run!" Alex was still shouting with his gun from the side.

"I need you to say it!" Cecil yelled at him unbearably, and ran out of the cave.

She had already seen that this snail girl was the same as the mermaid just now. So many people stared at her. After all, she was attracted by the special smell on her body. No matter where she went, she could be The monsters quickly locked.

Cecil was so angry that he wanted to curse.

She is like a light white deer, running freely in the dark, her pure white hair gleaming with dazzling light like silk satin. The snail girl chased after her, constantly spraying cyan and dirty mucus from her mouth, and the mucus fell on the ground, making a sizzling sound.

It's disgusting, it's not beautiful at all!

Cecil dropped the potion bottle as he ran. The potion poured out seemed to sink into the sea, without any waves, and even bounced back by the snail girl's shell. She thought about it, and immediately asked Alex and Marty at the cave entrance for help.

"You two, come and help me!"

The sacred spar in Alex's hand was shining, and while he stabbed into the dark lake, he shouted without looking back: "We are trapped too! There are too many mermaids here. !"

Hearing the sound, Cecil turned his head and cast a glance from the gap of escape. After seeing the darkness, his face suddenly showed a shocked expression.

At some point, a group of ugly and swollen mermaids have gathered in the cave. They bared their fangs like a herd of hungry beasts, screaming one after another, stuck in groups at the mouth of a narrow rock, trying to rush outwards like a mad.

Cecil seriously suspected that these ugly things were directed at her. Poor Alex and Marty didn't know this, they were struggling to kill them, trying to keep these mermaid assaulting in the cave.

Cecil had to continue running, trying to get away from the cave.

But the snail girl did not give up chasing her. Cecil ran to the deeper part of the fishing village, where there was no house to cover, and there were deep and dark lakes everywhere. Although dangerous, it was enough for her to cast spells with a larger attack range.

The snail girl slid quickly in the lake like an evil spirit, and then jumped into the air, protruding her sharp webbed claws from the air.

Cecil stood on the spot lightly chanting a spell, and a black and blue flame like a thick fog whizzed out from her, rushing straight towards the snail girl. The flame touched the snail woman's arm, and suddenly turned into blue tar, which fell into the water ticking.

The snail girl let out a harsh scream and quickly retracted into the huge snail shell. The flame sprayed onto the snail's shell and was forcibly extinguished again, and even sporadic fire spots bounced back on Cecil's body.

"…hiss."

Cecil's hand was burned. There was a small red mark on the delicate snowy skin, and the pain made her gasp. But she didn't have time to deal with the wound, the huge snail shell was sliding fast on the water, and rushed towards her again.

She has no way to fight back. Looking at the rapidly approaching snail shell, her heart sank a little bit. At this moment, a few tentacles stretched out from her shoulders—

This is the tentacles of the little octopus.

Because of the spell to be cast, she transferred the little octopus to her shoulders before escaping. She originally hoped that he could hide herself well, but she didn't expect him to show up at the most unfavorable time.

Cecil tried to catch him nervously, but he was still a step slower.

The slender tentacles wrapped around the thick snail shell and tightened slowly like a balloon. Cecil wanted to say, Lenny, you idiot. I can't burn the shell through the dark flames. What can you do with your soft tentacles?

However, in the next second, a miracle happened.

The snail shell deformed a little under the squeeze of the tentacles, and even made a subtle, cracking sound. The soft tentacles wrapped it firmly like a rattan, and soon visible cracks appeared on the uneven shell.

A dark mist rose up beside Cecil.

The young man with black hair and green eyes emerged from the fog, standing quietly beside her. Tentacles stretched from behind his waist and sank into the lake, glowing like water.

"Cecile, can I eat it?" he asked softly, quietly, accompanied by the painful and sharp moan of the snail girl.

Cecil realized once again that he was not only a not-so-behaved little octopus, but also an out-and-out monster.

She was taken aback for a moment: "Yes."

By now, she had no intention of raising a snail girl. Since the snail girl is of no use to her, it might as well be eaten by Lanny.

The premise is that he can eat the meat in this shell.

With Cecil's permission, Lenny completely let go of his strength.

He looked at the moaning snail shell faintly, slowly raised his tentacles, and suspended the heavy snail shell in the air. In the dark night, the cold moonlight poured down, illuminating the weird lines on the snail shell, and also illuminating the growing cracks.

The tentacles were still tightening slowly, as if to deliberately prolong the process. Instead of squeezing the eyeballs of the demon, he was wrapped around the snail shell a little bit, watching the woman in the snail shell squeezed out. The naked upper limbs and graceful body gradually bend into a twisted form.

The translucent mucus sparsely flowed down the cracks, mixed with viscous blood. The snail girl made intermittent calls, like the pain of a bird weeping with blood.

This scene was **** and cruel, and even a little uncomfortable.

Cecil couldn't help but frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "She screamed a bit miserably."

Lanny looked at her sideways, her lips curled slightly: "Don't you like her cry?"

Cecil shook his head.

Lanny thoughtfully stretched out another long tentacle. The tentacles lifted into the air, neatly wrapped around the snail woman's neck, and then twisted hard, the snail woman broke her neck in an instant.

There was no sound.

Cecil: "..."

"Actually, I don't like it either." Lanny's voice was soft, and his eyes on the snail girl showed undisguised disgust, "It's so terrible, it makes my ears hurt."

Cecil was quite sure that this was just a kind of exaggerated statement by Lanny, after all, he couldn't tell what a good sound was and what was an unpleasant sound.

But she still blurted out involuntarily: "Then what kind of cry do you like?"

Lanny lowered her jet-black eyelashes and stared at her: "I like your cry."

This...how does it sound weird.

Cecil pursed his lips, subconsciously avoiding his sight.

But Lanny didn't stop the topic. He seemed to like to discuss these things, and continued to say in a soft, low tone: "Especially when I bit you, you make a very nice cry, but you rarely make such a sound..."

Cecil's face became redder and red, and he immediately interrupted him as if evading: "Don't say any more!"

"Why?" Lanney blinked in confusion.

Why...Don't talk about this kind of thing seriously!

Cecil bit his lower lip in shame, blushing and speechless. Lenny stared at her fixedly, raised her hand slightly, and gently raised her chin, her eyes tangled on her moist and soft lips.

Cecil immediately guessed what he wanted to do.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth almost instantaneously, and Lannie's gaze shifted down and fell on the back of her white hand.

"Cecile, you are hurt." He said lowly, a flash of coldness flashed in his deep green eyes covered by long eyelashes.

Cecil lowered his eyes and glanced, not very concerned: "It's okay, it's just a small injury."

"Not a minor injury."

Lanny corrected her stubbornly, then took her hand up to his face, tilted his head slightly, and gently rubbed the back of the girl's hand with his soft and pale cheek.

"You hurt, I heard you yell."

Cecil was startled slightly.

She thought that Lenny would not notice these tiny details, after all, he had always been very nervous and never cared about anything other than eating.

Cecil suddenly had a subtle sensation, as if her heart was becoming soft a little bit, curled up like a soft feather with Lanney's words, gradually oozing a trace of sweet water.

This is abnormal.

She turned her face slightly, trying to look at the tragic death of the snail girl, and calm herself down.

The snail girl was still suspended in the air by her tentacles, her limbs hanging upside down, gradually graying in the cold moonlight. Cecil looked at it, should have felt terrified and frightened, but strangely, she didn't seem to feel anything.

"It hurt your hand. In return, it should be broken." Lenny said slowly, his frowning brows made him look a little bit pure and distressed, "but she is dead. I shouldn't feel the hurt pain, right?"

Cecil thought for a while and answered him patiently: "She has felt it, when she was screaming in pain."

Lanny looked dissatisfied: "But the pain she suffered was too light, far inferior to you."

No, it hurts even more because of the snail girl, after all, she is dead...

Cecil wanted to correct Lanney's wrong thoughts, but his words turned into comfort: "It's not as exaggerated as you thought. Actually, I don't feel very painful. I don't feel anything anymore."

"No, you just hurt." Lanny continued to rub the back of her hand lightly, and her dark hair fell on her fingertips, soft and docile like a rabbit tail. "No one's pain can compare to yours, you are The most painful, I can feel it."

Cecil couldn't laugh or cry.

What kind of weird logic is this, even she can hardly understand it.

But she could tell that Lanny was feeling sorry for her.

Cecil's eyes softened unconsciously. She looked at the boy in front of her, her blue eyes blinked, and her long white eyelashes cast a light shadow on her face.

"You're talking nonsense again. You're not me, how can you feel my pain or not?" She spoke softly, her voice soft as water.

Lanny raised his eyelashes and met her gaze. He stared at her quietly, without speaking, but opened his mouth slightly, curled the tip of his tongue, and licked the back of her burned hand.

A faint numbness spread quickly from the back of Cecil's hand, and Cecil's fingertips trembled, subconsciously trying to shrink his fingers.

"Of course I can," he said, his beautiful green eyes gleaming with clear light, "I can still feel..."

"You are very comfortable now."

Cecil stagnated slightly, his cheeks flushed instantly.