Chapter 7 I Want to Improve So Much
The next day, bright sunshine filtered through the gaps between the branches and poured into the bedroom.
Luo En opened his heavy eyelids, and a pretty face that showed both joy and anger came into his eyes from a close distance.
The nose is straight and fair, the long eyelashes are trembling slightly, the pointed ears are stretched out... the facial features that are a mixture of childishness and spirituality together make up the exquisite face in front of you, which makes people involuntarily want to peek and protect it.
It has to be said that as the "Witch of Temptation and Corruption" in future Greek mythology, this demigod from the island of Ayo definitely has certain assets.
But no matter how beautiful the scenery is, after experiencing it thousands of times, it will gradually become dull.
Commonly known as, tired of it.
What’s more…
Loen glanced sideways at his left ear, which was full of stickiness. A pair of pink cherry lips were biting on it happily, and the grinding of silver teeth brought a slight tingling sensation.
At the same time, two pink arms crossed and coiled around his neck like snakes, almost suffocating him.
You can even faintly hear the crisp sound of the cervical vertebrae cracking under the skin as they bear the heavy weight.
Loen sat up expressionlessly, pulled down the humanoid koala that was half hanging on his body, and threw it aside.
Fortunately, the king bed was spacious enough.
Circe, who had changed her position, then smoothly rode on the quilt, rolling horizontally from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed. Her fair skin formed an alluring bright color in the slightly dim room.
This wild witch has the habit of sleeping naked.
The unintentional charm made Luo En raise his eyelids.
At this moment, the great witch clung to the pillow again, and habitually rubbed half of her pretty face against the quilt, with crystal saliva sliding from the corners of her lips and mumbling vaguely in her sleep from her throat.
"Hehe, my lovely little piglet, resistance is useless! Just be good and let me hug you and kiss you!"
Hearing that smug and devilish laughter, the corners of Loen's mouth twitched.
She still likes pigs so much.
He had seen cat and dog lovers before, but this was the first time he had met a pig lover with such a unique taste.
However, Loen didn't understand why this great witch had such a deep obsession with the little pig.
While complaining, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a pair of soft and outstretched eagle wings under the quilt.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light in his mind, and the question that had been bothering him for a long time seemed to be vaguely answered.
——Eagle, of course I like the piglet.
Especially the newly born ones, which are plump and delicious.
Shit, that’s what’s going on!
When Loen thought of Circe's bloodline and nickname, "Eagle Witch", his facial muscles twitched violently.
This woman's love for piglets is probably a perverted hobby of a predator that holds its prey under its claws and licks and teases it.
——Similar to the evil taste of cat and mouse.
By the way, wasn't it because of this that she adopted me?
Damn, no wonder this woman always nibbled and bit him and drooled every night when she hugged him!
The more Luo En thought about it, the darker his face became. The little bit of happiness that had just emerged in his heart disappeared in an instant.
Sure enough, this silly bird had no good intentions from the beginning!
The awakened little piglet secretly complained in his heart while his eyes moved down along the childish face, passing over a half-hidden No. 45 steel plate, and his heart became even harder than a rock.
Dragging his aching back and waist as if he had been sleep-deprived all night, he came to the restaurant, put on his scattered clothes, and then confirmed the time by the residual warmth of the charcoal fire.
Loen looked at himself in the mirror who had regained his human form, and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh at himself.
It only took one night to eliminate the pig-transforming effect of Maizhou Xu Keong version 2.0. Under the persecution of this teacher, his resistance to potions really increased day by day.
I really despise you! Teacher!
"Haha, haha, haha, I understand everything. You must still want me to kiss you, muah, my lovely little piglet!"
There were bursts of crazy laughter coming from the bedroom again, and the great witch, who had lost all her image, was still immersed in the fun of sticking.
"..."Lorne was speechless.
Then, he walked into the room with a face as black as the bottom of a pot, and rudely pulled up Circe, who was still lying on the bed and fussing over the quilt.
"get up!"
"What? So early in the morning..."
Circe opened her struggling eyelids, looked at the quilt in her arms and the little pig that had escaped from the bed, her eyes filled with resentment.
That little piglet was so cute.
Small, fragrant and soft.
But when it was just three years old, the little pig entered its rebellious phase and repeatedly tried to escape from her arms.
After he was seven years old, he even cleared out a room for himself and lived separately from her.
From then on, Circe sadly lost her favorite pillow.
Of course, Loen did this simply to live a few more days. He was really afraid that he would be strangled to death by this careless adoptive mother one night.
"Let me sleep a little longer..."
Circe yawned and muttered in dissatisfaction, then opened her half-closed pink eyes, lifted one corner of the quilt, and looked eagerly at the little pig in front of the bed.
"How about we go together?"
"You wish! It's time to go to class with me!"
"Go to class?"
The dazed witch shuddered instantly when she heard the voice next to her ear that was almost cold enough to make ice chips fall off. She looked pale immediately and couldn't help shaking her head wildly like a rattle, just like a poor student who was called out by the teacher.
"No, I don't want to go to class!"
As she spoke, Circe shrank into the corner, hugging her quilt, as if she had encountered a flood or a beast, ready to fight to the bitter end.
"That's not up to you!"
Lorne sneered in response, rolled up the quilt and Circe without saying a word, and carried them out the door.
The rising sun cast strands of fine golden light, dividing the entire Aiyu Island into two sides of light and darkness along the central ridge.
One side is full of vitality, while the other side is dark and silent.
Carrying the [Sandwich] on his shoulders, Loen walked through the dense forest, stepping on the thick dead leaves, his eyes flickering.
The island of Aeolus is located in the Sea of Oceanus, in the east, and according to legend it is not far from the entrance to the underworld.
Loen estimated that it was probably for this reason that he was sent to this island after finishing the resurrection match in the underworld.
This location makes Circe, the owner of the island, possess a certain underworld divinity. She is quite familiar with ghosts and the dead, and can be considered an alternative living neighbor of the underworld.
Of course, this may also have something to do with her beliefs.
Loen looked up at the end of the stone-paved road, where there was an ancient temple covered with vines.
This place is completely different from the vibrant side of the island. The dead trees, withered grass and strange rocks show a desolate scenery. The sky is inexplicably low and dark, revealing an indescribable sense of depression and mystery.
Arriving at the door, Loen stopped and stared at the sculpture standing in the hall.
It was a goddess with three heads, three bodies and six arms, holding torches, herbs and talismans, and looking in three different directions.
Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, is the object of worship of the great witch Circe.
At the same time, she is also the triple goddess of opportunity, the goddess of magic, the queen of ghosts and the goddess of hell in Greek mythology. She is a very mysterious and unique existence.
In a sense, this person can now be regarded as Luo En's current master.
Lowering his eyes slightly to show some basic respect, Loen then threw Circe and the quilt on his shoulders into the temple.
As soon as Circe landed on the ground, she hurriedly squirmed her body and put on the clothes wrapped in the quilt. Then she sat up straight, looked at the traitor she had raised since childhood with a dark face, and gnashed her teeth.
"Disrespectful! This is extremely disrespectful!"
As she spoke, Circe, who was sorting her clothes, couldn't help but steal a few glances at the statue behind her, her eyes revealing a hint of guilt.
You know, Greek gods are notoriously petty, and being naked in the temple is neither respectful nor elegant.
There are dozens of precedents of people being targeted and retaliated against by petty-minded gods.
"Teacher, I think the goddess is magnanimous and will not blame the small offense caused by the pursuit of knowledge."
Lorne spread his hands, his expression sincere and innocent.
"I can't help it. I just want to improve too much."
“…”
Circe looked at the face of her student as he "devoutly" spoke to the statue, her teeth itching slightly and she wished she could open her mouth and bite it, tearing off two ounces of flesh.
But in the end, under the dim gaze of the statue, the witch shrank her neck, took out a few old sheepskin magic books from the altar, and raised her hand weakly to beckon.
"Come in, and start the class."
With a faint smile on his face, Lorne walked into the temple, knelt down and sat opposite his teacher Circe, and began his daily magic study.
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(End of this chapter)
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