Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

The night crow woke up in a slight and rhythmic shaking.

In a daze, a furry strip covered with black hair swayed in front of her eyes.

Subconsciously and instinctively, the night crow opened its hard beak and took it.

"Meow--!!!"

"Pah--"

"Plop--"

Watching the crow being slapped away by the black cat's conditioned slap, hitting the railing and falling into the sea, Apophi silently put down the colorful iced cocktail in his hand and picked up the fishing rod again.

There was no way, a bunch of ordinary people were watching here, and the use of "ability" had to be somewhat concealed.

...

Standing obediently on Apophi's legs, letting him quietly freeze the water with high salt content on his feathers and throw it back into the sea by wiping with a towel, Night Crow looked at the black cat squatting on the small round table with lingering fear, and whispered: "You are really strong... Just now, my whole body was shattered..."

"Humph!" Lucia snorted coldly, still a little angry, but she didn't forget to lower her voice and whispered: "Sister has experienced more than ten years of hard training!"

"I can't tell..." Night Crow exclaimed sincerely, "You are obviously a whole circle smaller than me..."

——Time is unforgiving , Lucia, who used to be a gentle lady, actually called herself a sister in such a sophisticated tone...

"In the other world, strength and size have little to do with each other." Lucia said, paused, and asked uncomfortably, "I was startled just now, and I was a little heavy... Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, your treatment is very effective." Night Crow said, and changed the subject naturally, "My name is 'Night Crow', a mutant crow with dual superpowers, what about you?"

"Lucia Groot, a superpower and a purifier, a ghost story detective." Lucia said, her eyebrows full of confidence.

"It sounds so awesome! Unlike me, a virtual phone and bad luck..." Night Crow exclaimed.

"Bad luck?" Lucia frowned, "Make others unlucky or...?"

"It can be divided into active and passive." Night Crow said, "Active means reducing the target's luck, and passive means more of an event constitution that does not distinguish between friend and foe."

"What a coincidence, isn't it? I also have event constitution." Lucia's brows relaxed, "Come to think of it, how did you fall into the sea here? This is the depths of the Eternal Sea."

"The depths of the Eternal Sea?" Night Crow was shocked, "I don't know? I remember that I was in the White Sea Desert before, and then I was unlucky and was caught in a super-sized sandstorm..."

"What happened next?" Lucia asked curiously.

"After that... after that I met you." Night Crow said distressedly, "I remember it was June 25th in Phantom City time."

"Well... now it's July 1st in Phantom City time." Lucia thought thoughtfully, "It seems that your event physique is quite serious, it has crossed a hemisphere..."

"Isn't it?" Night Crow felt sympathetic, "I was the only intelligent species in the place where I was born. It was hard to find a living person. If I hadn't been alert, I would have been eaten as game... Later, the man agreed to take me out, but we didn't walk far before we encountered a super sandstorm..."

"Well..." Lucia thought for a while, and pushed the cocktail that Apophi hadn't had time to drink to the direction of Night Crow, "The past is over, come, drink some drinks to quench your thirst."

"It looks delicious, thank you." After soaking in the sea for so long, although it was probably because of its special structure that it didn't die, Night Crow was really thirsty and wanted to take off immediately.

Before Night Crow could get out of the towel, Apophi quickly held her down, and with his other hand, he brought a cocktail over, lowered the rim of the cup in front of Night Crow, just enough for her to drink it.

——In any case, under the gaze of so many eyes, "drinking too fast" is also a flaw.

Night Crow naturally would not be polite to Apophi, thanked him, and couldn't wait to drink it.

"Sour and sweet, good..." Night Crow couldn't finish what she said.

She was drunk.

Under the parasol, a man and a cat looked at each other blankly.

After a while, Lucia, who had found out what was going on, was amazed: "A 3° cocktail poured in one gulp...tsk tsk."