Raising Octopus Juvenile

The changed client turned to ashes, and Cecil stopped in place, wondering if he should continue to move forward.

Maybe there will be more mutants waiting for her in the depths of this alley, she is not Bode, one or two is fine, there are more than enough to deal with.

But the feedback from the magic circle is the strongest in this position, and the more she goes forward, the more obvious the feedback passed to her.

It shows that Stella is probably somewhere in this alley, and it may even be separated from her by a wall.

Cecil lowered his eyelashes and thought quietly. At the same time, at the corner of the roadway behind her, a dark shadow appeared silently.

A young man with an ordinary face and a tall stature was hidden outside the alley, and his gaze toward Cecil was full of vague inquiry.

His breathing was very light, hidden in the darkness, and his presence was almost impossible to detect.

The shadow moved slightly, as if to walk his legs into the alley. But in the next second, a fierce figure ran out from the depths of the alley. The young man stood still for a moment, quickly turned around, and disappeared into the melting night again.

The person here was Stella who had escaped from the dead.

The demon in the menswear looked embarrassed, not only did the bows on his hair loose, but even the luxurious clothes were a little messy. Originally, she just fled out desperately, but when she saw the snow-haired girl standing in front at a glance, she suddenly rushed over as if she had seen a savior.

"Little Cecil, take care of your little monster!" The demon, who had always been glamorous and arrogant, looked pale at this time, like a quail, and shrank pitifully behind Cecil.

Cecil glanced at her indifferently, without a wave of sound: "Where is Lanny?"

"It's right there..." Stella poked her head out from behind her, and pointed to the back of the alley in fear, "He has been killed mad, go and stop him!"

Stella seems to take it for granted that Cecil can restrain Lanny who is out of control, just as Cecil can restrain her by contract.

Cecil frowned slightly: "Are you crazy? Who is he killing?"

Mutant? Or is it human?

When Stella heard the words, he showed a look of disgust: "It's those Keane."

...Those Keen.

Cecil vaguely understood what she meant. So there are a lot of humans who have undergone mutations like Keane, and Lanni is killing him.

Fortunately, at least it means that he is safe now.

Cecil was a little relieved, and was about to walk deep into the alley when the high wall on the left suddenly collapsed——

Countless thick and black tentacles stretched out into the air with waves, appearing huge and hideous under the dark night sky. A large amount of splashing blood stained the scattered bricks, and deformed stumps and terrible heads washed down with the blood.

The people on the whole street heard the loud noise. They followed the direction of the sound, and they could only vaguely glimpse the tentacles waving under the moon and the rapidly spreading river of blood.

"Weird, monster!"

"Ahhhhh-"

The prostitutes and the waiters who picked up the guests screamed and ran out of other shops. Some people didn't even have time to put on their clothes and squeezed and shoved out of this terrible street.

Soon, people walked through the alleys, and only Cecil and Stella were left on the blood-stained streets.

The tentacles are still dancing, like countless black snakes. Under the sky full of giant snakes, among the scattered walls, a beautiful young man with black hair and green eyes was standing quietly among them.

His expression was in a trance, and his eyelashes drooped. The blood could not contaminate him, and in the darkness, his skin was still as pale and clear as moonlight.

Full of holy and strange sense of destruction.

"It is estimated that you have completely lost control. Sign the contract." Stella hid behind Cecil, arching fire.

Cecil didn't even look at her.

She whispered to the boy: "Lanny."

The sound is not loud, as light as the wind.

But Lanni immediately raised his head like a keen little animal.

He looked at the snow-haired girl who was not far away from him, his green eyes lit up like a transparent gem.

Cecil smiled softly at him.

Lanny immediately put away his tentacles, wagging his tail like seeing the owner's dog, and happily came to Cecil.

"Cecile." He stared at the girl intently, his expression docile and well-behaved.

Stella: "..."

Really know how to pretend.

Cecil checked Lanney from head to toe, and made sure that there was no injury or dirt on it, and he was relieved.

Then she touched Lanny's soft black hair and whispered to him, "It's dangerous here. Let's go home quickly."

In fact, with Lanni there, there is probably nothing dangerous. But Cecil worries that there are more terrifying mutants lurking in this street, so it is better to leave as soon as possible, just in case.

"Good." Lanny nodded obediently.

Seeing this, Stella leaned in quickly: "Little Cecil, what about me?"

Cecil squinted at her with unpredictable eyes: "Of course you are going back with us."

"I haven't settled today's account with you yet."

"..."

Stella shuddered suddenly.

She wanted to hide, but the other party's contract was in hand, and she had nowhere to hide. Cecil's gloomy voice still seemed to echo in his ears, and Stella reluctantly followed in the footsteps of Cecil and Lanny with deep fear.

The figures of the three of them gradually disappeared.

After a while, the ordinary-faced young man walked out of the shadows again. The street was empty. He looked at the three backs that had long since disappeared into the night, and said lightly: "The person you are talking about is the girl with pure white hair?"

A chuckle came from the shadow behind him: "It's special, isn't it?"

"It's really special," said the young man, "but the teenager next to her seems more special."

"I still prefer special girls." The voice in the shadows gradually lowered, like a fading wind, floating in the dark night, "But if you are interested, you can follow it and have a look."

Footsteps faded away in the darkness. The youth's expression was faint, with a pair of pure black eyes without stars and no light.

"I really want to see..."

"But not now."

In the middle of the night, Cecil took Lanni and Stella back to Levitt's house.

Thankfully, Arnold has not yet returned. Otherwise, if he finds Cecil sneaking out again, he must scold her severely with anger.

No, it's okay to be scolded. I was afraid that Arnold would cry again, and Cecil was really guilty.

The three of them sneaked back to Cecil's room together, and then locked the door behind it.

Just in case, Cecil added a layer of soundproofing magic to the room.

The entire space was enveloped by an invisible water pattern, the curtains were drawn, and the needles fell silently in the room.

Stella swallowed nervously, her beautiful amethyst eyes spinning around nervously.

Lannie also stood on the side with a low eyebrow, her thin lips pressed tightly, without saying a word.

Cecil walked over to the bed and sat down with his legs folded, one hand supporting his chin lazily.

"Let's talk about it, why would you take Lanny to such a place?"

She raised her eyelashes slightly, her gaze was clearly upward, but there was a sense of looking down.

Stella had to admit that even if her appearance became similar, she couldn't imitate her demeanor and behavior.

The difference between the deity and the counterfeit is too big.

Stella smiled softly, and weakly defended herself: "It's nothing, it's just that Lannie encountered some doubts while reading, and I kindly helped him answer it."

Cecil's tone remained unchanged: "Go to the deep alley to answer?"

Stella: "There are some problems. Just instilling theoretical knowledge is not enough. It still needs to be practiced."

"Practice?" Cecil stared, his voice suddenly turned cold, "Did you take him to practice?"

Stella was surprised.

Oops, I missed it.

She took a nervous stature and tried to round it up: "No, it's observing practice, mainly observing the process of others' practice..."

Cecil looked at her steadily, obviously not believing her explanation.

She looked sideways at Lanney, and asked in a gentle, persuasive tone: "Lenny, you tell me. What did Stella do to take you to that place?"

Lenny answered without hesitation and honestly: "She found someone who can transform and make her look like you."

Cecil: "?"

The anger came immediately.

"What else?" she asked gloomily.

Lanny: "Let the person who became you touch my hand, and let her guide me to take off her clothes."

Cecil was completely silent.

Stella trembles silently, and doesn't even have the courage to secretly look at Cecil. She lowered her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes, wishing to shrink herself into a tiny ant, cursing honest Lanny in her heart.

Insane, why did she say so in detail, isn't she also trying to teach him how to make Cecil happy? She turned around and sold her!

traitor! Active ghost! Hit the bugs of the small report!

Stella used all the curse words he could think of to Lanny, but Lanny couldn't hear it at all.

After a long, suffocating silence, Cecil finally spoke.

"Stella," she said softly, her soft, low voice made the devil shudder upon hearing it, "you shouldn't go out recently, right?"

Stella shook his head repeatedly: "No, I won't go anywhere!"

"Okay." Cecil raised her white hand, and the dark and complicated magic circle emerged from the palm of her hand. "Then these legs are no longer needed."

When the voice fell, Stella suddenly fell to his knees uncontrollably.

She opened her red lips in pain, the magic circle on her tongue shone scarlet, and a drop of blood leaked from the center of the circle.

In the next second, the magic circle suddenly expanded from her tongue to the whole body, and the lines of the magic circle turned into a translucent black chain, and a flash of light was inserted into the legs of the devil.

"what--!"

The devil let out a miserable cry, his beautiful face was distorted and pale, and the big cold sweat ran down.

"Stella, don't think I don't know what your plan is." Cecil leaned slightly and looked at the demon who was kneeling in front of her. . On the contrary, if you move my things...I can make you disappear at any time."

Stella groaned in pain: "This little monster is not yours..."

"Who said that?" Cecil's voice was calm, "He is mine."

Lanny heard the words and quietly looked sideways at her.

Stella continued to defend him unwillingly: "But I didn't invade him either, I just want to teach him some physiological knowledge..."

Cecil pressed his lower lip subtly.

After a few seconds of silence, she whispered: "That kind of thing—"

"I will teach him myself, so I don't need you to be nosy."

Stella suddenly opened his eyes in shock.