Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

There is no point in talking.

Night Crow sneered, and from the high angle of Lucas's shoulder, he cast an arrogant glance at the young man:

"Man, you have successfully aroused my curiosity."

Ignoring the young man's increasingly gloomy face, Lenari sent more consciousness to Night Crow.

——The isolation suffered by the storage armband is far from that of the small magic box before.

Soon, just as the young man was about to make a few more sarcastic remarks with a stinky face, something exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Before his consciousness was completely stunned by the violent explosion, the young man only had time to realize in horror:

It was that armband!

...

In reality, the palace hall was in the air.

The floating Lucas seemed to have sensed something, and looked at the young man who suddenly stood there in a daze with a blank look in confusion.

Night Crow, who was getting more and more used to being a crow, straightened his slightly messy feathers and said nonchalantly: "My things are not so easy to steal, especially those made by my Lord Chang An himself."

"..." Lucas looked at the young man more carefully for a while, and slowly asked, "He is now...?"

"At least he will be stupid for a few hours." Night Crow said, "His... um, 'golden finger', it's a bit interesting... No! What are these things?!"

Night Crow was shocked.

Using the hair in the storage arm ring as a medium, Chang An's power exploded in the young man's sea of ​​consciousness, shocking him and controlling his "golden finger" used to store the arm ring from the inside out.

Just now, Night Crow finally knocked open the last layer of protection of the golden finger called "illustration system" and successfully extracted the data in it.

Those data include the existence form, operation principle, user information, etc. of the "illustration system".

There is nothing wrong with the "illustration system" itself, and its function is simple and clear. It is to obtain a weakened copy of the target's ability by collecting items that can point to specific objects.

The problem is the items collected by the young man.

Almost all of them are underwear, underwear, socks...

What kind of outrageous things are these!

Judging from the size, style, cleanliness, and the notes in the illustration system, there are men, women, young and old! And they are all used but not washed...

From the unconventional perspective, Night Crow even saw a few bloody cotton strips...

"Hah~"

Night Crow retched immediately, and his feathers exploded.

As the Whisperer of "the evil of all living beings", his twisted and filthy true self is cleaner than this!

At least, Night Crow can enter the Whisperer's body with courage and endure the nausea, but this...

The armband that has been in it can't be used!

Under Night Crow's suddenly disgusted gaze, the dark power that surged from the storage armband made by Lenari himself suddenly wrapped the armband and the dirty illustration system together, and annihilated itself neatly.

In the palace hall, the young man still stood there stupidly.

This is natural. The illustration system is hosted in the young man's sea of ​​consciousness, and the storage armband is stored in the storage space of the illustration system by the young man. Although it has not been formally included in the "illustration", it is still inside that system.

——If it is directly killed by the annihilation of the dark power, it will be too cheap for this disgusting thing!

After a while, Night Crow shook its feathers, and under Lucas's confused gaze, turned to the "Princess" who was still standing cautiously near the throne and said:

"Your Highness, the 'Princess' over there, yes, I'm talking about you!"

"Recently, have you frequently lost some of the underwear you sent for washing?"

Looking at the "Princess's" face that suddenly became extremely scary, Night Crow felt that the unspeakable anger that made her particularly uncomfortable was finally spit out.

The crow raised its left wing and pointed directly at the young man, saying loudly and almost echoing: "That guy did it!"

The "Princess" looked at the young man in the direction of the crow's wing, her face was so gloomy that it was about to drip.

I can't hold it anymore!

I really can't hold it anymore!

On weekdays, I have to wear pink women's clothes and play the role of a simple, beautiful, weak, kind, and naive princess, but unexpectedly, unexpectedly...

Iron virgin! Needle chair! Pointed stool! …

The negative emotions that suddenly erupted from the “Princess” even made Lucas look at her in awe.