Raising Octopus Juvenile

Cecil: "..."

Originally thought Lenny was just a scholar who couldn't think, but now it seems that he is not only good at thinking, but also has his own thinking logic.

And it seems very cruel.

Cecil once again realized what a strange guy he had left behind. She looked at Lanny with a cute smile on her face, then turned to look at Keane who was moaning in pain, and sighed in a low voice, "Poor Keane."

Fortunately, this degree of injury is not difficult for her, if it touches the fatal part, it is not a problem that she can solve.

Cecil hovered a hand over Keane's broken wrist bone, and a soft white light ran from her fingertips, slowly enveloping Keane's wrist.

The light covered that small section of skin and bone, and made a dense, small sound like regeneration of flesh and blood, and the folded part returned to its original position at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The process seemed very short, but Keane's forehead was oozing cold sweat. Even after the light disappeared, he still gritted his teeth, his eyes full of resentment staring at Lanny.

"Cecile, what are you doing?" Lenny asked curiously, staring at the movements of Cecil's hands.

"Healing the wound on his hand." Cecil explained carefully, "It is to restore this broken hand to its original position."

Lanny: "It looks like it's fun."

Keane: What a fun ghost, I'm dying of pain!

"It's really fun to learn, but there are few occasions where it can be used." Cecil said as he helped Keane, squeezing his wrist and said, "You feel it and see if you can move it?"

Keane still moved his wrists, then turned around again, and was surprised to find that this hand had recovered as before.

Lenny also showed a surprised look at this, so he looked at Cecil hopefully: "I want to see it again."

Cecil shook his head: "It's cured, I can't see it."

got rejected.

Lanny was a little frustrated, and quickly raised his eyes again, and happily proposed: "Then I will break it again, so can I watch it?"

Cecil: "..."

Keane: You are crazy! !

Originally, he still had a bit of revenge, but now because of this sentence, it disappeared instantly. This kind of headless madman is the type he fears most. Once he gets it, he can't get rid of it, and he can't get rid of it. It's better to stay as far away as possible.

Keane held his newly healed left hand, glanced at Lanney in horror, and moved back half a step quietly. Lannie looked at him like a cat and a mouse, and then took a half-step casually.

"!" Keane was so frightened by his action, he turned and ran away immediately.

Cecil raised the bag of gold coins in his hand and reminded: "Hey, your reward..."

"No more!" Keane dropped these words and ran away without looking back.

Cecil: "..."

She quietly put away the gold coins and turned to look at Lanny beside her: "Try not to do this kind of thing in the future, it will cause me a lot of trouble."

Regardless of whether Keane will publicize the matter just now-although no one will believe it, but only from Cecil's perspective, he will probably not accept Cecil's employment in the future.

This is not a good thing for Cecil, at least she can no longer absent from school like before. The thought of this made Cecil's mood a little heavier again—on the basis of the unpleasantness of the original, her eyes drooped slightly.

She silently walked towards the black tower, her soft and white face was as calm as ever, without any discomfort. Lenny walked slowly behind her, turned his face to stare at her unabashedly, and sniffed in the air again.

After passing by the lush ash tree, Lenny finally walked in front of Cecil, blocked her path with her body, and forced her to stop.

Cecil raised his eyes slightly to look at him: "What's the matter?"

Lanny leaned down and stared directly at her.

His figure was thin and long, and a dark shadow fell above Cecil. Before, I couldn’t see clearly in the night, but later I used to sit and squat too much, so that until now, Cecil could intuitively feel the oppression that came to Lanny. feel.

"Cecile," Lanny said softly, the beautiful blue eyes under the dark, thick long eyelashes were so bright, "You're a bit strange."

Cecil looked calm: "Why am I strange?"

"Where..." Lanni tilted his head slightly, and suddenly got in between Cecil's white and delicate neck and sniffed. Cecil stiffened and held his breath subconsciously.

She doesn't like other people's touch, but she doesn't dislike Lanny. She can't explain this abnormal phenomenon, and can only attribute it to "tolerance to small animals" for the time being.

That's right, in her heart, Lanni is basically the same as a small animal-although it is the kind that is not very friendly.

Lanny spent a short time lying in the fossa of her neck, and lifted his head in just a few seconds. The distance between him and Cecil suddenly became very close, so close that Cecil could see himself clearly in those blue eyes.

"...Your smell is strange," he said.

Cecil: "?"

What's this saying? Is there a smell on her body?

She couldn't help but bowed her head and smelled herself, carefully and cautiously, and after repeated confirmations, she said with certainty: "There is no smell."

"Yes. And it smells very good."

It smells good...?

Cecil glanced at him suspiciously, and pressed her soft lips unconsciously.

She never lacks praise and flattery, and has long been accustomed to those boring and beautiful words. But Lanney's praise still made her stunned for a moment, and even gave birth to a kind of subtlety and embarrassment that didn't know how to answer.

Lanny didn't see Cecil's small movements. He kept sniffing lightly, and continued on the topic just now: "But there was a little bitterness just now."

"…bitter?"

"Well, but it's not bitter anymore." Lanny sniffed, and then said seriously, "It's sweeter than before."

"..."

Cecil began to feel that this guy was just talking nonsense, but she did calm down her unhappiness because of his nonsense.

With her hands around her chest, she looked at the sincere teenager in front of her for a while, and asked, "Since you said you can smell my body, why don't you tell me by the way, what kind of smell does other people smell like?"

"Others?" Lanney frowned questioningly.

"Yeah, everyone else." Cecil blinked, and slowly put his hands behind him, "Can you smell other people?"

She wanted to hear what this glib little liar could make up.

As if reluctant to think about this question, Lenny slowly frowned his black eyebrows like a crow feather. The flicking leaves cast shadows of varying shades on his face, his head hung down, and a natural indifference flashed under his lowered eyelashes.

"It can be... but everyone else tastes the same, I don't like it."

"The same?" Cecil asked suspiciously. "Do so many people taste the same? Doesn't make any difference?"

"Um...maybe there is a slight difference?" Lanny touched his chin and said nonchalantly, "I don't bother to distinguish, anyway, it doesn't smell as good as you."

Cecil: "..."

This statement is easy to misunderstand, but the other party is Lanny who doesn't understand anything, so there is no need to explore the deeper meaning-he just wants to express his sensitivity to smell.

However, everyone has their own smell... right.

Cecil's curiosity was aroused by Lanny. She subconsciously imitated Lanny's movements and moved closer to him-her height was a bit different from Lanny, even though Lanny was slightly leaning over. She must also raise her face to meet his gaze.

She wrinkled her small nose and sniffed lightly like Lanney.

A cold and humid breath mixed with the fragrance of roses faintly penetrated into her nasal cavity. It was unique and very upper. She couldn't help but breathe again, and then sneezed a little—

"Sneezes."

A drop of physiological tears leaked from the corner of his eyes.

Cecil raised her hand and was about to wipe it off. In the next second, she felt the corner of her eye quickly licked by a soft, moist object.