Raising Octopus Juvenile

Cecil happily beckoned: "Lanny!"

"What Lanny?" Alex walked up puzzledly. After seeing the boy downstairs, his eyes widened in surprise, "Who is this? Where is the monster? Blood?"

"You go home and see the doctor." Cecil gave him a funny look, slipped a pen and paper into his hand, then turned and ran downstairs.

"Hey? Cecil, wait, don't leave me!"

Alex recalled the scene just now and was so scared that he immediately caught up. However, Cecil didn't plan to wait for him. She quickly ran to Lenny's side. They didn't know what they had said, so they left without looking back.

"Damn it, leaving me alone..."

Alex also ran downstairs with trepidation, but fortunately, nothing terrible appeared again this time. He remembered the horrible and **** scene just now, and instinctively wanted to close his eyes and go around the lawn, but was dumbfounded when his eyes touched here.

...What about the blood?

Cecil and Lenny rode back to Levitt's house in a carriage.

After returning home, Cecil did not return to his room, but walked to the second floor where Stella lived.

She hadn't forgotten to apologize to Stella, so she had to carry out the matter as soon as she came back. Lenny followed her naturally, and Cecil didn't say anything but acquiesced in his behavior.

"How did you know that I was in that tower? Did someone tell you?" Stepping up the steps of the spiral staircase, Cecil was chatting with Lanny for a while.

Lanny: "No, I found it myself."

"You found it yourself?" Cecil gave him a surprised look. "How did you find it?"

Don't tell her it was searched by towers.

Lanny said gently: "Just follow your scent, and you will be able to determine your approximate location very quickly. It's very simple."

Cecil: "..."

This kind of statement seems as if the smell on her body is very big...

She couldn't help but lowered her head and smelled herself again, and she was sure that there was no strange smell on her body, and then relieved.

Regardless of whether this method of tracing is true or false-at least Lanny is as reassuring as a dog, she knows for the time being.

Cecil's mood improved again. The two arrived on the quiet and luxurious second floor and looked over at a glance. The crimson carpet spread from under their feet to the end of the passage. On both sides of the wall were beautifully framed oil paintings, all by Cecil's mother.

I don't know what her scumbag father thinks every time he sees these paintings.

Cecil came to Stella's room calmly and knocked gently on the door.

"Mrs. Stella, are you there?"

"Yes... Little Cecil?" Stella's voice came from the room, because it sounded a little dull through a door.

"It's me. Mrs. Stella, are you free now? I want to talk to you."

"Now?" Stella hesitated, "but now I'm a little uncomfortable..."

Cecil raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you sick?"

"Well, it's not a serious illness, it's just a cold... I'm sorry, little Cecil, although I really want to chat with you, but it won't be good if it spreads to you..." Stella smiled apologetically, and occasionally made a few weak voices. Cough.

These words were euphemistic and clear, Cecil knew, and whispered softly: "If this is the case, then I won't bother you, please take a good rest."

"Well, good night, cough cough..."

There was an intermittent soft cough again inside the door, and Cecil paused slightly before turning around and leaving with Lanny.

After returning to the room, Cecil asked Lanney to wait aside, and he immediately went to check the situation of Primary One.

In the tank, the little octopus floated up and down in the depths of the water plants as usual, and his eyes narrowed comfortably into a line, looking very contented.

I always feel that... the warning effect of confinement has not been played at all.

Cecil knocked on the glass, trying to attract little octopus's attention: "Little One, are you hungry?"

The little octopus slowly opened his eyes and waved his tentacles comfortably.

Cecil: "..."

Looks inexplicably beaten.

Although he was uncomfortable with Little Octopus's attitude, after all, he didn't take him out for a day, and he didn't feed him. Cecil was still somewhat intolerable.

She brought a large plate of fresh beef with blood dripping sparsely on it, and the little octopus swam over immediately after seeing the plate of meat.

"I still know that I am hungry."

Cecil smiled, picked up a piece of meat and threw it into the water.

The little octopus swam under the meat, smelled it, and then swam away again.

"..."

Cecil's eyes gradually became more solemn.

Xiaoyi should be able to feel hungry, otherwise he wouldn't swim over immediately after seeing the meat. But he doesn't eat, is it because...has no appetite?

This is a big problem.

Cecil rested his chin and looked up the little octopus carefully through the glass water tank. The little octopus was hairy by her staring, so she curled up her tentacles and covered herself tightly.

"...Or can you try to feed some magic?" Cecil murmured.

She remembered what Bode had said before and decided to try it now.

Silently chanting the spell, Cecil raised his left hand and stretched out a slender index finger. A ray of magic power fluttered from her fingertips, gleaming with faint blue light, like countless tiny stars.

Seeing this beautiful brilliance, the little octopus swims out of the water again. Cecil was about to approach him when his smooth forearm was suddenly touched.

She lowered her head and found Lanny lying on her lap, staring at her eagerly.

Cecil: "?"

Seeing Cecil's puzzled face, Lanni got up slightly and moved closer. Immediately afterwards, in Cecil's bewildered gaze, he rubbed Cecil with his soft, cool cheeks, and showed a longing expression at the same time.

This time Cecil understood. What Lanney wanted to express was that he wanted to eat too.

Cecil: "..."

She gently and firmly pushed the coquettish away, and said unceremoniously: "I'm feeding Xiaoyi, why are you here?"

Lanny blinked: "I want it too."

"no."

"a little bit."

"no."

"..."

Cecil couldn't help but pushed Lanny out the door, and then closed the door neatly.

Lanny stood outside quietly, thinking about it, and extending a slender, transparent tentacles from the back of his waist. The tentacles moved slowly, like water, silently sneaking into the crack of the door.

Through the crack in the door, he saw that Cecil was instilling his magic power into the little octopus, with a gentle and patient expression, completely different from when he was treated.

A strange, contradictory mood suddenly rose in Lanney's heart.

Although the one inside was also his incarnation and a part of him—but it received preferential treatment that he didn't have.

Why is this happening?

Obviously he wants to eat too.

Unhappy.

Inexplicable.

Very...unhappy.

That night.

Cecil was dreaming again.

In the dream, she happily instilled magic power into Xiaoyi as before going to bed. Xiaoyi absorbed her magic power and grew up visibly with the naked eye, first bursting the water tank, then squeezing the room, and finally even Levitt's mansion could not be accommodated.

His tentacles stretched wildly, and his soft body overflowed like a tide. Cecil watched as he crushed all the people in the mansion into mud, and finally turned into a huge mass of swollen flesh. She was so frightened that she immediately put away her magic power. At this time, the meat uttered a hoarse and harsh whisper, and two black hole-like eyes slowly moved towards her.

[I want to eat...]

"!"

Cecilton woke up in shock.

What you see is the familiar roof and the familiar chandeliers.

And the smell of rose lingering on the tip of the nose.

…Great, just a dream.

She stroked her chest, calmed her heart rhythm, and sat up slowly.

Are you too nervous recently? I feel that I have nightmares a lot more frequently. Or is it thinking day by day and dreaming at night? But she only fed Xiaoyi once, and had such a terrible dream. If she keeps on feeding it again, sooner or later she will give a psychological shadow...

The more she thought about it, the worse she felt. Fortunately, the faint fragrance of roses has been permeating the air. The familiar fragrance calmed the girl's inner anxiety and immediately calmed her a lot.

Cecil couldn't help taking a deep breath, and was about to lie back to sleep, suddenly frowned.

No, this taste seems to be different from pure rose? It is colder, more moist, and deeper than the scent of rose, and she can even imagine what kind of existence can exude such a unique scent...

As if blessed to the soul, Cecil lowered his eyes and slowly looked to the side.

Sure enough, in the dim light, the boy was sleeping beside her bed. His profile was shrouded in the thin moonlight, his soft short hair was darker than night, and his long eyelashes were dangling with a kind of illusory and secluded beauty.

It's his smell.

Cecil stared at Lenny quietly, wondering if he should wake him up.

In the next second, Lannie's eyelashes quivered, with sleepy drowsiness, and slowly opened his blue eyes.

"...Cecile?" He whispered.

Good guy, he woke up first.

Cecil pursed his lower lip, his tone is light: "Why did you come in again?"

She should reprimand him harshly, but she slowed her tone unconsciously.

Lanny blinked and said innocently, "I heard your whimper and thought you were having a nightmare, so I sneaked in."

Cecil was silent for a moment: "...I did have a nightmare."

Lanny looked at her and asked carefully in a soft, gentle voice: "What kind of dream is it?"

There seemed to be another swollen and ugly piece of flesh in front of him, and Cecil frowned slightly, and his slender fingers unconsciously pinched the quilt.

"I dreamed that Xiaoyi had eaten my magic power and turned into a big and ugly monster..."

Lanny said softly, "It sounds terrible."

Cecil nodded and murmured: "It's really scary..."

"But you don't need to be afraid now."

Lanni leaned slightly and moved closer to Cecil. Cecil felt his cool, misty breath, and for a while forgot to avoid it.

"Why?" she asked lowly.

Lanny rubbed her soft, moist cheeks lightly, and the voice that he uttered was low and soft and in a trance, with a kind of seductive power.

"Because I'm by your side."

Cecil did not push him away. From the words just now, she felt an inexplicable peace of mind, and the sleepiness followed like a tide.

So she lay back slowly, under Lanny's gentle gaze.

"Go to sleep, Cecil," Lenny said softly. "I'm here."

"…Um."

Cecil closed his eyes. Lanny sat on the edge of the bed, watching her intently, and the light suddenly swept over the water tank on the side.

Then he slowly raised the corners of his lips, showing a small, successful smile.