Raising Octopus Juvenile

Lanny didn't know what it was like.

It's like an expanding appetite when you are hungry, but there are subtle differences.

But he didn't bother to tell what this subtle difference was. Since he feels hunger and thirst, he fills up the hunger and thirst, and when the desire arises, he satisfies the desire. His way of thinking is so direct.

As for the way he satisfies his desires, it is also very straightforward...swallow it.

Swallowing makes him happy, and it is also his primitive instinct.

So he lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the young girl's white neck-maybe it could start from here?

He generally doesn't struggle with such boring little questions, but Cecil at this time made him hesitate.

It seemed that he couldn't treat her like other creatures, it would hurt her—this strange thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Lanny." Cecil whispered his name suddenly.

"Huh?" Lanny responded docilely.

"I'm dreaming again..." Cecil's voice was filled with fear and horror, fragile and soft like petals of thanksgiving, "I dreamed that the world became **** internal organs, no matter how I escape, I can't escape..."

Lanny maintained the position of being embraced by her and listened quietly: "Then what?"

"Then I saw you..." Cecil confided softly like a babble, "Fortunately you are here..."

Lanny couldn't help but cocked his mouth.

"Lanny, dreams and reality are the opposite?" Cecil asked.

of course not.

Lenny retorted silently in his heart, but he still followed Cecil's soft voice and calmed down: "Yes."

"I can rest assured that."

Cecil let out a long sigh of relief, and then suddenly pushed Lenny away: "You go out, I'm going to continue sleeping."

Lanny: "?"

"Hurry up, don't you have your own room? Go back to your own room and sleep."

Her attitude became too sudden, and Lenny blinked in confusion and looked up at her.

The girl's face was hidden in the gloomy moonlight, and her white and soft cheeks were slightly red, like flowers blooming in the snow and ice, with a vague and charming beauty.

She turned her face away, her long eyelashes trembling uneasily.

…Lanny felt like he was thirsty.

Lanny was driven out of the room by Cecil.

It's not that she's uncertain, but it's... a little inappropriate.

She would suddenly hug Lanny just now, it was completely because the residual temperature of the nightmare had not disappeared, so she subconsciously wanted to grasp this life-saving straw that appeared in time.

But she quickly calmed down, and quickly realized—

She actually took the initiative to embrace a member of the opposite **** while only wearing a nightdress.

This is really irrational.

Even her only brother, Arnold, has never had such close contact with her-at least it hasn't happened again after the age of ten. And Arnold has always protected her very well, since she was a child, she has never had a love relationship, and she has never had a boyfriend.

Not to mention embracing the opposite sex.

At the thought of what he did just now, Cecil was inevitably ashamed. She lit the candle light, took the glass water glass beside the bed, and stuck it on her face, until the cold glass eased the warmth on her face, then blew out the candle light and lay back on the bed.

Hope no more nightmares.

After the vacation, the academy resumed its former excitement.

Cecil listened to the "Elementary Analysis of Healing Technique" for half a period, and found that it was all the content he had learned thoroughly, so he secretly ran to the black tower.

Bode was still studying his potion, and when he heard Cecil approaching, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Hey, don't toss, come and help me give me some tips." Cecil sat down unceremoniously.

Boddish was lazy, with messy black hair covering his eyes, showing only the dark circles under his eyes: "I can't point you, go find someone else."

"Okay, then I will ask Professor Van Lunding, I believe he will be happy to answer for me."

Cecil turned around and was about to leave, when Bode heard the words and quickly grabbed her.

"I click, can I do it?" He pulled his forehead away, revealing his soft and pale face, and said helplessly, "Don't use Van Lentin to threaten me in the future, the more times it will be useless."

"Humph."

Cecil hummed triumphantly and sat back in the chair.

Van Lundin is a veteran professor specializing in healing in the college. He is kind and loves talents, especially the students who are gifted in healing. If he were to discover that Cecil's healing technique had been used so skillfully, he would definitely love her and would **** her over to become his own disciple.

Bode didn't want to give Cecil his hands. After all, he had lived for more than 20 years and only met Cecil such a satisfactory student.

"Let's go, what's the problem?" Bode put down the test tube in his hand and looked at the girl in front of him with his chin.

Cecil pursed his lips and said, "It's not a problem either. It's just that I have frequent nightmares recently. Can you find out the reason?"

"Nightmare?" Bode pondered slightly, "It can be, but I need to communicate with you and sink to your spiritual level to find out."

"Same feeling with you?" Cecil frowned immediately when he heard the words, "Will it have any bad influence on me?"

"You dare to have a sense of communication with monsters, are you still afraid of me?"

Bode condensed the light blade in an angry manner, carefully cut through Cecil's fingertips, and then randomly slashed his hand, letting the blood of the two of his palms meet and fuse. The black magic circle appeared out of nowhere, and Cecil felt only a brief dizziness. Soon, Bode put away the palm of his hand, and the magic circle disappeared.

"It's over?" Cecil said in surprise.

"Of course, I'm not you." Bode helped her heal the scratched fingertips, and then stared at her suspiciously, "Have you encountered any strange guys lately?"

Weird guy?

Cecil thought about it seriously—it must be Lenny, and Mrs. Stella should be one...?

"There are probably two." She answered honestly.

"..."

Bode rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, and his pale complexion became worse: "No wonder you were taken advantage of. You are a little wary, okay."

Cecil: "What's wrong? Someone invaded my brain?"

"..." Bode slowly said, "It's not that serious, it's just tampering with your dreams."

Tampering with dreams?

Cecil was silent for a moment: "Does this make any sense?"

"How do I know?" Bode rolled his eyes unbearably, and then his expression gradually became serious, "I can't see who is tampering with the dream, you have to be more careful. Remember the mandatory contract I taught you before. Method?"

Cecil nodded: "Remember."

"If—I mean, if you meet someone you can’t deal with, use this method to force him to sign a master-servant contract, so that he can’t hurt you. This is my secret, not just those bad guys. The common spells used to deal with the little monsters, as long as the enemies I can deal with, you can use this contract to control them. But you must also remember that this contract consumes a lot of magic power and body, and it is not a last resort. Don’t use it lightly."

After Bode finished speaking, he couldn't help but press his temples again: "Oh, why do I have you, a student who is not worried, this is great, today's potion is not thinking about it..."

Cecil completely ignored his complaints and took out the "Black Magic Handbook" to continue studying.

But... the one who tampered with the dream.

who can that be?

The time in the black tower always flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Cecil ended his day at the academy.

After returning home, she first took off the cumbersome silk skirt and put on a light and soft nightdress. I was about to take a comfortable hot bath when suddenly someone knocked on the door.

A respectful and quiet woman stood outside the door, and Cecil remembered that she was one of Stella's maids.

"Miss, Madam invites you to take a hot spring."

Cecil: "Invite me?"

The maid's voice affirmed: "Yes."