Raising Octopus Juvenile

Cecil always felt that Lenny was gaining an inch again, although she had no evidence.

"Can you not wash it yourself?" she asked angrily.

Lanny answered seriously: "I don't want to wash it alone."

Actually still confident.

Cecil: "Then what do you want?"

Lanny blinked, his blue eyes flickered: "I want you to be with me."

Cecil: "..."

Now she can be sure that this guy is indeed making progress.

She groaned for a moment, and suddenly said simply: "Okay."

Lanny didn't expect that she would agree so quickly. First, he was taken aback for a while, then his green eyes lit up slightly.

"You promised to stay with me?"

"Yeah." Cecil nodded and looked at him seriously, "but you have to change back to the little one first, and I have to do a preparatory work first."

Lanny: "?"

He didn't know why, but he obediently changed back to a little octopus.

The damp black mist gradually dissipated, and a small octopus the size of a slap climbed onto Cecil's hand honestly, leaving shiny water stains. The little octopus raised her round head and raised her sticky cold tentacles, rubbing her palms affectionately like a sticky kitten.

It can be seen that he is very happy.

Cecil looked at the little octopus rubbing against him ill-intentionally, and suddenly stretched out his other hand to lift him up.

Little octopus: "O_O"

"Come, I will accompany you to wash."

Cecil carried the dazed little octopus and walked directly to the bathtub, then opened the water valve to maximize the water flow, and finally threw the little octopus in.

The poor little octopus sank into the water with a grunt. He blinked his big round eyes, his eyes confused and horrified, and he even forgot to come up from the water.

Then he watched Cecil take out a thin brush and squeezed the fragrant shower gel on the brush.

She brushed it on the palm of her hand, and the dense foam immediately poured out.

The shiny round eyes of the little octopus opened instantly.

Cecil raised the brush, looked at him ferociously, and said, "I don't want to wash it, do you?"

"Come on, I'll help you wash it. I promise to wash you clean, fragrant and soft. Be good, don't move, the harder you move, the more stable the brush will be..."

Little octopus: "!!!"

The work of bathing the little octopus has begun.

Cecil rolled up his sleeves, full of momentum. The brush meticulously brushed every tentacle of the little octopus, and the foam quickly filled the entire bathtub. The little octopus gradually despaired as he struggled, and finally turned into a dying fish, letting the cruel executioner attack and slaughter him.

He used this way of sacrificing himself to help Cecil reap real happiness.

"Wow, what a sense of accomplishment."

After some hard work, Cecil looked at the gleaming tentacles in the water and let out a gratified emotion.

"..."

Little octopus, death.

The next day, Stella stayed in her room honestly, never daring to go out and wander around again. She even asked the maid to bring her breakfast to her bedside, and her legs seemed to be completely broken.

Cecil was very satisfied with her performance.

In addition, Arnold, who was busy at work, did not come back from the palace until the morning.

Cecil and Lena had already been seated at the table. Arnold looked around for a week and asked in confusion, "Where is Mrs. Stella?"

Cecil replied calmly: "The old problem is committed again."

Arnold raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Old problems?"

Why doesn't he know what old problems Stella has? Isn't this stepmother still young?

"Isn't my health always bad," Cecil said disapprovingly. "The doctor who died last time didn't see anything."

"That's true."

Arnold thoughtfully, then showed a solemn expression.

"By the way, the result of the doctor's trial has come out."

Cecil was slightly surprised: "So fast?"

She thought she could be tried for a few days, it's best to leave the daddy there, and torture him.

When Lina heard these words, she immediately put down her knife and fork and looked at Arnold expectantly: "Can my father come back?"

"This matter is a bit complicated, I'll talk about it later."

Arnold's expression remained unchanged, he still looked at Cecil with a serious face, and asked in a serious tone: "Cecil, did you go out last night?"

Cecil: "..."

what happened? Was the coachman secretly informing him? Or is there something wrong with Stella?

She paused calmly for a second, and then answered nonchalantly: "No, I stayed with Stella last night."

Arnold looked suspiciously: "Really?"

"Of course it is true, brother, how can you not believe me!" Cecil frowned dissatisfiedly, "If you don't believe it, just ask Stella, and the maid next to her, they can all do it. Testify for me."

Arnold panicked when he saw her angry. He quickly got up, crossed the dining table and touched her hair, soothing with a guilty and gentle voice: "How could I not believe you, I'm just too worried, and want to check it carefully."

No one seemed to inform him of this statement.

Cecil sighed in relief, and his expression softened.

"What do you want to confirm?"

Hearing her question, Arnold sat back, his always gentle expression a little darker and vague.

"A new mutant appeared in the city last night, and witnesses said that they saw a huge monster at the scene and a girl with long white hair."

Cecil: "..."

It turned out that the witnesses who escaped from the red light district exposed her.

Then I can't admit it. If Arnold knows that she has gone to such a place, he will definitely be angry.

And it was very angry.

After making up her mind, she opened her eyes slightly in surprise, pure dazedness appeared in those faintly blue eyes, then she frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously: "Where is the new mutant?"

"..."

Arnold's eyes dodged and his expression was not very natural: "Where is not important, what is important is that the witness's description of the girl is very similar to you."

"That's definitely not me." Cecil retorted without hesitation. "The scene is so dangerous. If I was really there, I would have been eaten long ago."

"...You are right." Arnold groaned slightly, and quickly accepted the explanation.

Cecil glanced at him, took a sip of hot milk from the cup at hand, and then slowly asked in an innocent and curious tone:

"So what's the situation with those new mutants? Have they disappeared like Keane?"

"Do not."

Her question diverted Arnold's attention. He raised his eyes and looked at the two girls in front of him, as if he was carefully considering whether he should tell them these things.

After all, these things are really terrible, and Lena was sluggish because of witnessing Keane's mutation last time.

Lena saw the concerns in the young man’s eyes. She moved her seat, carefully approached Cecil, reached out and hugged Cecil’s arm, and then said weakly, “It’s okay, I won’t be afraid of having a sister here. Tell me, Brother Arnold."

Arnold: "..."

I can't let the two of them sit together next time.

He thought to himself like this in his heart, Qingjun's face was still serious and heavy.

"Last night, a large number of abnormalities suddenly appeared. After our investigation, we found that most of those abnormalities were women engaged in service work."

Cecil raised his eyebrows slightly: "Service work?"

"Ahem, you don't have to understand so clearly." Arnold tried to cover up.

The unnatural appearance of the young man was so cute, Cecil couldn't help but chuckle.

"Brother, I am no longer a kid, even if you don't say it clearly, I can guess it."

Cecil pressed his chin, tilted his head slightly to look at him: "Or, are you actually in a guilty conscience?"

Arnold didn't expect that she would ask this question, and Junxiu's white face instantly turned red.

"I haven't... why should I have a guilty conscience?"

"Oh~ then say it openly." Cecil stared at his face badly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "I won't be as shy as you."

Arnold: "!"

He later realized that he had been teased by his pure and lovely sister.

Arnold wanted to find a crack in the ground more and more.

"What is it? What are you talking about? What kind of service work is it?" The confused Lena couldn't help but interject, and looked at Cecil and then at Arnold. "Is it the maid? Or the sisters who work in the restaurant? ?"

Cecil replied calmly: "It's a **** worker."

"Ah, this..." Lena flushed.

Cecil looked at these two innocent people, always feeling that it would not be good to tease them, so he changed the subject casually, "So how do these women become mutants, do you know this?"

"...I don't know for the time being." Arnold shook his head, his expression quickly returned to normal, "but what is certain is that they had become hidden mutants before last night."

"What's worse... this kind of mutation can spread infection through a combination of men and women."

Cecil groaned slightly, his eyes suddenly drenched: "That is to say—"

"Yes." Arnold's expression became more solemn, "As long as the men [contact] with those women will become potential mutations."

Although his words were very euphemistic, Cecil understood.

No wonder the client she met last night was also changed. It turned out to be infected.

I have to say that this is indeed a very efficient way of spreading. The number of prostitutes who visit deep alleys every day is countless, and the time when those **** workers become hidden mutations is completely unknown. If these clients have wives, they will inevitably get another wave...

Cecil said slowly, "This is terrible."

Arnold nodded and said seriously: "That's why I won't let you out. Now even if your Majesty wants to hide it, you can't hide it. From now on, there will only be more and more mutations in the capital."

"What should I do then?" Cecil pressed his chin, tapping the table with his fingertips lightly.

The original game plot is warm and relaxed from beginning to end. There have never been any terrible monsters, let alone such a frenzied incident.

It seems that this world has long since deviated from its original trajectory.

"I can only pray for help from the gods, right?"

Arnold smiled helplessly, his tone full of jokes of self-deprecation.

"God..." Cecil murmured unconsciously.

Do gods really exist in this world?

Even if there is, it will not necessarily save humanity, right?

At least he has never offered a helping hand to her.