Chapter 261 Night Training Wasted Rat-
Song Weichen didn’t know what was going on that night, she kept sneezing violently, and she said to herself that we can now be considered a warlock with level C cultivation. It’s impossible to still catch a cold?
Is it possible that Lao Longjing is doing this, drawing a circle and cursing me?
“Ah sneeze!!”
Just as she was thinking about it, another loud sneeze woke up the sleeping little meatball lying on her quilt with her breasts and belly exposed. .
The little chic girl sat up with her fat belly protruding, her little feet spread out to both sides, her pink paws rubbing her eyes, looking at Song Weichen inexplicably.
“Sister, it’s already late, why aren’t you sleeping yet? A big shot is coming tomorrow, and you have to focus on receiving him?”
Uncharacteristically, the little meatball didn’t sneak away tonight. Looking for Guyu, he has been guarding Song Weichen since he met Ruan Mianmian at noon. In his words at the time -
"I have seen countless women, and this aunt is so beautiful. But there's something wrong with the smell. The strong fragrance on her body seems to be covering up something broken."
After that, he jumped onto Song Weichen's shoulder and rubbed his head against her, "Zhushu, I still have it. I like the big sister’s head the best, it smells the best!”
Song Weichen smiled and said nothing. She knew what Ruan Mianmian had "spoiled".
"It's the heart, the heart is broken."
......
"Ah sneeze!"
Another loud sneeze shook her mind Pulling back to reality, Song Weichen rubbed his nose, walked to the bed, picked up the little meat ball and put it on the round table.
"Why don't you sleep? Get up and show you something good."
"I just developed a pretty bluffing skill with Wolong Fengxiao and the others. You're awake anyway, so I'll force you to do it." Be the first one to see my ultimate move."
She pretended to step back, recalling the transformation actions of the beautiful girls in the anime she had seen before, muttering something, then turned around and hid. The right hand in the sleeve appeared leisurely, bang! Her hand turned into that strange hand.
Little Rouqiu was originally holding a cup of honey water in his arms, drinking it with gusto while watching Song Weichen play, but when he saw her outstretched hands turned into the pair of "devil brothers", Still couldn't help being surprised.
The teacup in my arms fell to the round table, and the unfinished honey spilled out.
"This, this, this, this..."
The little meat ball jumped to the place closest to the divorced hand. Observing the wrist carefully, there was no "interface" at all, as if it was born like this. .
.
"Is it cool? Does it look like a mutant Wolverine?"
Song Weichen looked proud, stretched out his hand in front of the little meat ball and flexibly did various things She even picked up her fingertips and tugged on its mustache - as if she was as flexible as her native hands.
The little guinea pig's mouth opened into an O shape.
"...Sister, you didn't 'digest' the two brothers, Ben Bo'er Ba and Ba Bo'er Ben!"
It took a few steps back. Sitting on the table, he raised a pair of small pink paws to cover his eyes and looked at Song Weichen from between his fingers.
"Zhushu, I am different from them. I am not suitable for sewing with my eldest sister's head. With my appearance, grafting looks weird no matter where I am. You, don't you think so?"
Song Weichen had a smirk on his face and watched as her scarlet index finger nail disappeared from the tip of her finger and clicked on the fat belly of the little meat ball with a "click".
Xiao Hei's fierce voice sounded, "You little little calf doesn't have a brain, who do you think has been digested?"
The little guinea pig was stunned for a moment, then narrowed its eyes with a flattering smile.
"Ba Bo'er Ben! It turns out you can still talk!"
"How did you do it? Why can you sew with the eldest sister's head so well? Then her original hand What?”
……
The corner of Song Weichen's mouth twitched, and then the scarlet nail of his thumb disappeared and appeared behind the little guinea pig. He pinched the small ball of flesh with his two nails and pulled it up in front of his eyes.
“You think I’m a suture monster?”
She raised the strange hand in front of the little guinea pig, “See clearly.”
I saw the strange hand was like sand. The wind blew the grains away, and her own hand was exposed.
“I discovered that the puppet energy in my body can be fused with the two brothers Wolong and Phoenix. To some extent, they can become my external skeleton. Of course, they can also become fist gloves.”
As she spoke, she made fists with both hands and stretched them forward. Two fist gloves, one red and one black, appeared and wrapped her hands in them.
The little meat ball lost the grip of its scarlet nails and began to fall freely and accelerate. Its short four claws were waving in the air, trying to find a grip - Shushu really didn't want to fall like a dog and eat shit again like during the day.
When they were almost close to the ground, they finally summoned the electric scooter. Little Meatball raised the scooter to the same level as Song Weichen's eyes. He stood at the front of the scooter with his little hands on his hips and his cheeks puffed out with a mustache. His face was full of grievance and displeasure.
“Ever since the eldest sister had the baby, Shushu, I have been dispensable to you.”
“If you are willing to let me fall freely today, you can break up with me tomorrow. ...You don’t love me anymore, I’m going to complain to my father!” As he said that, he quickly flew towards the door on his scooter.
Song Weichen was happy, this little meat ball would definitely inherit her mantle in the future, this bit of rogue energy in the actor's upper body really looked familiar to her.
“Go, your father is doing an autopsy with He Ran and Wu Jiu in the dungeon of Sichen Mansion right now. The cause of death and identity of the corpses of the three Class B warlocks have not yet been found out. Go and help him. , in case of cheating or something, you can help me a little and use my claws.”
The electric scooter stopped suddenly, and looking at the meaty back, the little guinea pig’s whiskers were obvious. After shaking, it coughed slightly, and the scooter returned to Song Weichen at the speed of light.
“Sister, you look so handsome with the gloves on! I want to appreciate it again.”
"Hehe..."
Song Weichen couldn't help but laugh evilly.
"Aren't you going? Why don't you practice boxing with me and get to know the Shushu brand sandbags?"
She was wearing a skirt, her fists were protecting her face, and her feet were in front of each other. They moved backwards and forwards, shouting loudly. It looked quite nondescript, but it also had an inexplicable intimidating effect - most likely it came from the glove itself.
"Huh? Don't..."
Before Little Rouqiu could finish his words, Song Weichen had already thrown a left hook, and the little guinea pig had to parry.
Although her fist posture was not standard and she seemed to have no sense of power at all, Shushu still received a solid blow - because of the space-shifting ability of the gloves, The moment Song Weichen punched a few meters away, the blow from the glove had already arrived.
The little guinea pig was beaten so hard that it fell off the handlebar again, and the scooter automatically flew over to catch it.
……
“Tsk, I still don’t believe in evil.”
Xiao Chic's fighting spirit was aroused, and he climbed back onto the handlebars and stood up, assuming a challenge posture.
“Come again!”
“Okay, give me an uppercut! Firstblood!”
“Come again!”
“Eat me an uppercut Remember the jab! Doublekill!”
"Again, again?"
"One more straight punch! Triplekill!"
"Huh? Wait..."
"Two punches in a row! PentaKill!" ”
“Punch hard!”
...
The little guinea pig was hit five times in a row, with a 100% hit rate. It was beaten so badly that it simply collapsed on the handlebars and left a mess. For a moment, it felt like it was ecstasy, and its soul was flying in the sky. .
"Admit defeat, admit defeat... When you meet me today, you have a soft persimmon."
"Sister, this is Schrödinger's way of punching, you will definitely hit. Attack the buff, stop playing, and lose your life.”
The scooter floated to the edge of the bed, and the little meatball Lai Jiji climbed off the handlebar and got on the bed, flopping down on the quilt.
"It's almost midnight. For the safety of Shushu and my life, please, please sleep..."
"Okay, sleep."
Song Weichen held the table and closed his eyes to relax. Xu Shen, she practiced all night without sleep last night, and today she had a tea fight with Lao Longjing for half a day. In addition, she was studying new skills to control puppets and phantoms. She was already overwhelmed. She was just gritting her teeth and holding on.
I just received an order from the Realm Lord’s Mansion this evening. The Warlock Ranking Trial in two months will be held as scheduled. As usual, the Sichen Mansion will have full control and supervision.
At that time, as a white robe, even if she does not participate in the competition, she will definitely need to enter the "Swamp Forest". There are many strange beasts and spirits in that place, and the necromancer is extremely dangerous and elusive - the leveling trial , Qixing Seed, Death Curse Technique... Song Weichen knew how dangerous the road ahead was. She had to become stronger as soon as possible and could no longer let Mo Tingfeng distract her.
"Ah sneeze!"
She couldn't help but sneeze again. She wiped her nose and looked in the direction of the Lord's Mansion with deep eyes.
For some reason, Song Weichen always felt that these unwarranted sneezes were the old Longjing cursing him.
"...She will definitely not give up. This time Qin Xueying comes, I'm afraid it will be another big drama."