Raising Octopus Juvenile

Bode looked dumbfounded: "Stress? What is stress?"

Cecil suddenly realized that the world does not seem to have the concept of stress response.

She thought about it, and tried her best to explain it to Bode in a more understandable way: "It is the urgent response of animals to some stimuli from the outside world, which usually manifests as fright, fear, and tension, which leads to a series of Physical and psychological adverse reactions...and so on, can you understand what I say like this?"

"Um, I understand." Bode nodded and looked at her meaningfully. "I find that you always know some weird knowledge."

Cecil "haha" laughed dryly: "I read a lot of miscellaneous books when I was young."

Bode raised his eyebrows and did not pursue the subject. He rubbed his chin slowly, thought for a while, and thought: "If the stress you said is a common phenomenon that animals can produce, then you can't rule out this possibility for your little pet."

Cecil nodded in agreement.

"But—" Bode turned around. "If I remember correctly, your strange little pet was originally living in water, so why is it stressful after taking a bath?"

Cecil: "..."

Yes, the little octopus shouldn't be so fragile, right? Is she not very powerful?

Cecil was troubled again.

"What else could be the reason?" she whispered in distress.

Bode looked at her with a smile, jokingly suggested: "If you are really worried, you can try synesthesia with it again."

Yes, it can also be synaesthetic.

Bode looked at her thoughtful expression, raised his eyebrows, and said unbelievably, "You really thought about it?"

Cecil: "Didn't you suggest it?"

Bod suddenly couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm joking."

Cecil: "..."

She was really stupid, she didn't even hear the joke of this fellow Bode.

But she really thinks this is a good way-many times she can't guess Lanny's heart, maybe synaesthesia is the most direct and effective way.

Bode looked at her expression and quickly realized what she was thinking. He pinched Cecil's nose, and his languid tone suddenly became more serious.

"Hey, you don't really plan to have a synesthesia with it again, do you?"

Cecil: "I'm thinking about it."

"You don't need to think about it. If you can't, you can't."

Bode retorted strongly, "You should be very clear about the consequences of the last synaesthesia. You are about to be killed by that thing, and you don’t want to deal with it as soon as possible, but you want to do it again. A synesthesia? Could that weird monster be able to confuse people's minds?"

Cecil didn't know what to say.

In a sense, she was indeed bewildered...but her brain was sober and sensible.

She just fell in love with the "weird monster" that Bode said.

"He never hurt me." Cecil defended weakly.

"Isn't that hurt?" Bode frowned. "We have analyzed it before. It is this monster that caused you to be in a very dangerous situation now. If someone else threw it away and slaughtered it, you actually Raising by your side...what are you thinking about?"

Cecil was silent.

Bode also realized that his attitude was a little bit agitated.

But he was really worried about himself as the only student. He was afraid that Cecil would lose his life because of this pet sooner or later.

He took a deep breath, calmed his mood slowly, then lowered his voice, and said, "If you are really reluctant to throw it away...you can put it with me. I promise you that you will not dissect it or abuse it. Keep it well, you want it to come and take a look. Is this okay?"

Cecil knew this was the biggest compromise that Bode could make.

But she still couldn't agree.

Although Cecil didn't answer him immediately, the expression on his face explained everything.

"You..." Bode saw in his heart and was about to continue when Lena interrupted them suddenly.

"Mr. Bode, sister Cecil, look at it, we are here in the gallery!"

The blond girl raised a hand and pointed forward excitedly, her azure blue eyes shining in the dark night.

In fact, there is still a short distance from the gallery, but she always feels that if she doesn't do anything, the two will quarrel in the street.

Bode's anger trough was interrupted. He glanced at Lena inexplicably, and said slowly: "Cecile should like you very much."

Lina's face flushed immediately upon hearing this, "I don't know about this, this kind of thing..."

Cecil: "..."

He is taunting you. Hey!

All in all, thanks to Lena, Bode finally calmed down.

The three approached the classical and elegant Lek Donner Gallery and stood in front of the enclosed carved iron gate.

"Except for this street when we came, there is no road for people to walk on." Bode walked slowly along the milky white wall. "Is there a space spell here?"

"If there are space spells," Cecil speculated calmly, "There should be conditions for triggering, right?"

"The trigger condition..."

Bode's eyelids drooped, his eyes moved slightly, and his gaze fell on Lena, "Is that the word on that petal?"

Lina suddenly took out the well-preserved petals from the bag.

"The stars return, everything begins... Teacher Bode, you are referring to this sentence... Wow!"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly opened her eyes wide and let out an exclamation.

The bright moonlight shone brightly, as if sprinkling a shallow layer of silver frost on the ground. The white wall next to the Lek Donner Gallery changed, and the place that was reflected by the moonlight began to be twisted and deformed, sparkling ripples, and finally a narrow alleyway stretched out.

"Sure enough." A hint of interest rose in Bode's eyes.

"It seems that the Star Crossing Society you are looking for is just ahead, let's go, ladies." Bode smiled and walked into the alley under the moonlight with his long legs.

Cecil and Lena looked at each other, followed closely behind.

The three of them walked along the alley and soon came to a door.

The door was concealed, and a faint light leaked from the crack in the door.

Bode didn't hesitate and opened the door directly.

To their surprise, the light inside was rather dim. Rows of seats stretched from behind the door to the spotlight at the front. A man was standing under the light, his voice calm and loud talking.

No one noticed their arrival, all the spectators in the seats were watching the man under the lamp intently.

Cecil could even see piety in their faces.

The three of them found a back seat and sat down.

The men on the stage were still speaking with eloquence. He waved his arms and looked enthusiastic, and a few words could bring everyone present into his emotions. Even Lena gradually became focused.

Only Bode and Cecil remained calm.

The two of them lay their arms around their chests and leaned back lazily on the backs of their chairs, not only their expressions, but also their movements.

"Can you summarize the point of this person's speech?" Bode asked in a low voice with excitement.

Cecil: "God, faith, redemption."

Bode nodded in agreement, and murmured softly with Cecil, "So it's still a cult."

Cecil also murmured, "Maybe I'll let everyone pay later."

"I won't let everyone pay."

A low and pleasant voice suddenly sounded, Cecil immediately raised his eyes and faced a pair of smiling light-colored blue pupils.

"Good evening, Cecil." The beautiful man with long light blonde hair lay on the front seat, raised a hand, and said hello to Cecil with a smile, "What a coincidence. I didn't expect we would meet here."

Cecil was startled slightly: "Marty?"

"I'm so happy, you still remember my name." Marty smiled gently.

Lena's attention was interrupted. She looked at the unusually handsome man in front of her and couldn't help but whispered in Cecil's ear: "Sister, is this person the one you said before... …"

"No!" Cecil retorted immediately.

"...Oh." Lena was a little disappointed.

I thought this man was the man my sister liked, after all, they looked really good.

"Cecile, who is this?" Bode raised his eyebrows and looked at Marty with unfriendly eyes.

Cecil gave a brief introduction: "It's a friend I met in Mermaid Village."

Marty smiled and nodded his head, elbows resting on the back of the chair and his chin half supported, showing an indescribable casualness and relaxation all over his body.

Cecil didn't expect Marty to be here, and he was sitting in the row in front of her.

"Are you here to be baptized?" Marty asked with interest.

They call this baptism?

Cecil paused, then nodded slightly: "Yes, how about you?"

Marty twitched his lips: "I am a member here."

Huo, the level is much higher than her.

Cecil looked at Marty, always feeling strange.

The words and deeds of this person in the Mermaid Village are still vivid, and she can't imagine such a freewheeling person actually joining this weird secret society.

"Do you think I don't feel like someone who would join this kind of organization?" Marty saw what she was thinking at a glance, and said slowly.

Was seen through.

"..." Cecil said lightly, "I don't think you are like a person who believes in gods."

Bodder glanced at her silently.

Hearing that, Marty raised his eyebrows first, and then smiled casually.

"Why don't you believe it?" He spread his hands and said in an indifferent tone. "It has no effect on me."

Cecil: "???"

This is true.

"And you know, I'm a downright nobleman." Marty shrugged, and the curly blonde hair tail slipped from her shoulders. "Although it looks like a leisurely life, it's actually already in debt. If a good **** can. Help me who is poor, then there is no problem for me to be baptized once a day."

Cecil: "..."

This person is not religious at all, he is a really bad person!

The expression in her eyes when she looked at Marty suddenly became incomprehensible: "Since you are all in debt, why give me the compass? Wouldn't it be good to **** it?"

"Ah, that compass." Marty said casually, "don't care about it, I'll give it to you, of course because I want to send it. If you have to say something, it's because I'm to you..."

"Cecile."

A clear and cold young boy's voice suddenly interrupted him.

Marty opened her eyes slightly, and a faint surprise flashed in her eyes.

He saw a pair of cold and pale hands stretched out from the darkness and gently wrapped around Cecil's neck.

Like a beautiful water monster, a young man with black hair and green eyes appeared silently in the darkness. Across the back of the chair, he approached the slender snow-haired girl from behind, his lips lightly pressed against her white ears.

"You made me wait too long." He muttered.