Grudge Breaker

Chapter 261 Night Training of Wasted Rats
Song Weichen didn't know what happened to her that night. She kept sneezing. She thought to herself, "Now, I am a Class C sorcerer. It's impossible for me to catch a cold."

Could it be that Lao Longjing is doing something strange, drawing a circle and cursing me?

“A-choo!!”

Just as she was thinking about it, there was another loud sneeze, waking up the little baby who was lying on her quilt with her belly exposed and sleeping soundly.

Little Biezhi sat up with her fat belly bulging, her little feet spread out to the sides, rubbing her eyes with her pink little paws, looking at Song Weichen in confusion.

"Big sister, it's already midnight, why aren't you asleep yet? Isn't there an important person coming tomorrow that you have to give a special reception to?"

Little Meatball did not sneak off to look for Guyu tonight, contrary to its usual behavior. After meeting Ruan Mianmian at noon, it has been guarding Song Weichen closely. In its own words at the time -

"I've seen countless women. This aunt is beautiful, but there's something wrong with her scent. The strong fragrance on her body seems to be covering up something bad."

After saying that, he jumped onto Song Weichen's shoulder and rubbed his head against her, "Shu Shu, I still like the big sister the best. She smells the best!"

Song Weichen smiled but said nothing. She knew what had "deteriorated" in Ruan Mianmian.

"It's my heart. My heart is broken."

……

"Ah sneeze!"

Another loud sneeze brought her back to reality. Song Weichen rubbed her nose, walked to the bed, picked up the little ball of meat and put it on the round table.

"Why are you sleeping? Get up and get high. I have something good to show you."

"I just developed a very intimidating skill with Crouching Dragon and Phoenix. Since you're awake now, I'll let you be the first one to witness my ultimate move."

She pretended to step back, recalling the transformations of beautiful girls in the anime she had watched before, muttering something, and then she turned around, and her right hand hidden in her sleeve appeared leisurely, and snap! Her hand turned into that strange hand.

The little meatball was originally holding a cup of honey water in his arms, drinking it with relish while watching Song Weichen's performance. But when he saw that the hand she stretched out turned into the pair of "devil brothers", he couldn't help but be surprised.

The teacup in his arms fell onto the round table with a thud, and the unfinished honey water splashed out.

"This, this, this, this..."

The little meat ball quickly jumped to the place closest to the alien hand. Looking closely at the wrist, there was no "connection" at all, as if it was born like this.
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"Is it cool? Does it look like a mutant Wolverine?"

Song Weichen's face was full of pride. She stretched out her hand in front of the little meat ball and performed various movements flexibly, even pinching its mustache with her fingertips - as flexible as her own natural hands.

The little guinea pig's mouth opened into an O shape.

"...Big sister, you didn't mean to 'digest' the brothers Benboerba and Baboerben!"

It took a few steps back, sat down on the table, raised its little pink paws to cover its eyes, and looked at Song Weichen through its fingers.

"I'm different from them. I'm not suitable to be stitched with the big sister. With my appearance, it would look weird no matter where I'm grafted. Don't you agree?"

Song Weichen grinned wickedly, watching her scarlet index finger nail disappear from the tip of her finger, and then with a "click" it clicked on the little meatball's fat belly.

Xiao Hei's fierce voice sounded, "You little idiot, you have no brains. Who do you think was digested?"

The little guinea pig was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes in a flattering smile.

"Baboerben! So you can still talk!"

"How did you do it? Why were you able to sew up the big sister so well? Where's her original hand?"

……

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 little meat ball with his two nails and pulled it in front of his eyes.

"You think I'm a stitch-up guy?"

She raised her alien hand to the guinea pig's eyes, "Look carefully."

She saw the strange hand was like sand meeting the wind, and it scattered, and her own hand was revealed.

"I found that the puppet energy in my body can be integrated with the two brothers, Crouching Dragon and Phoenix. To some extent, they can become my external skeleton. Of course, they can also be transformed into boxing gloves."

As she spoke, she clenched her fists and stretched them forward. Two gloves, one red and one black, appeared and wrapped her hands.

The little meatball lost the grip of the scarlet claws and began to accelerate in free fall. Its four short claws waved around in the air, trying to find a hand to grab - Mouse really didn't want to fall flat on his face like he did during the day.

When he was almost close to the ground, he finally summoned the electric scooter urgently. The little meatball raised the scooter to the same height as Song Weichen's eyes, stood on the front of the scooter with his hands on his hips, his cheeks puffed up with his little mustache, and his face showed aggrieved displeasure.

"Since Big Sister got Crouching Dragon and Phoenix, I, Shushu, have been dispensable to you."

"If you let me fall freely today, you will break up with me tomorrow... You don't love me anymore, I'm going to complain to dad!" As he said this, he pretended to ride a scooter and fly towards the door at a snail's pace.

Song Weichen was happy. She thought this little meatball would definitely inherit her mantle in the future. This little rascal with a sense of drama looked very familiar to her.

"Go ahead. Your father is currently performing autopsies in the dungeon of Si Chen Mansion with He Ran and Wu Jiu. The cause of death and the identities of the three Class B warlocks have not yet been ascertained. Go and help him. If they are fake corpses or something, you can also help hold them down and lend a hand."

The electric scooter stopped abruptly. Looking from the chubby back, the little guinea pig's whiskers trembled noticeably. It coughed lightly, and the scooter returned to Song Weichen at the speed of light.

"Big sister, you look so handsome in boxing gloves! I want to admire you more."

"hey-hey……"

Song Weichen couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Not going? Why don't you practice boxing with me? How about the Rat Brand Sandbag?"

She was wearing a skirt, with her fists protecting her face, her feet crossed and moving forward and backward, and she was coughing. She looked quite out of place, but there was an inexplicable sense of intimidation - most likely from the gloves themselves.

"Eh? Don't..."

Before the little meatball could finish his words, Song Weichen had already thrown a left hook, and the little guinea pig had no choice but to block.

Although her boxing posture was not standard and seemed to have no power at all, Shushu still took a solid hit - because of the spatial shifting ability of the boxing gloves, the attack of the boxing gloves had already arrived the moment Song Weichen swung her fist from a few meters away.

The little guinea pig was hit and fell off the handlebars again, and the scooter automatically flew over and caught it.

……

"Tsk, I just don't believe it."

Xiao Biezhi's fighting spirit was aroused, and he climbed back onto the handlebars, standing in a fighting posture.

"Come again!"

"Okay, take my uppercut! First blood!"

"Come again!"

"Take my jab! Double kill!"

"Again?"

"Another straight punch from behind! Triple kill!"

"Huh? Wait..."

"One-two punch! Penta Kill!"

"Strike hard! Aced!"

……

The little guinea pig was hit five times in a row, with a 100% hit rate. It was beaten so hard that it simply collapsed on the handlebars. For a moment, it felt like it was floating in the air, and its soul was flying in the sky.

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat... You've got a weak spot today because of me."

"Big sister, you're using Schrodinger's punching style, an attack buff that's sure to hit the target. I'm not playing with you anymore. It's a waste of my life."

The scooter floated to the edge of the bed. The little meatball climbed down from the handlebars, got on the bed like a cricket pupa, and collapsed on the quilt.

"It's the first watch of the day. For my safety, please go to sleep..."

"Okay, sleep."

Song Weichen leaned on the table and closed her eyes to calm herself. She practiced all night without sleep last night, and today she had to compete in tea-making with Lao Longjing for half a day. In addition, she had to study new skills of controlling puppets and phantom spirits. She had long been overwhelmed, but she was just gritting her teeth and holding on.

I just received an order from the Territory Lord's Mansion this evening. The warlock classification trial in two months will be held as scheduled, and as usual, it will be fully controlled and supervised by the Sichen Mansion.

By then, as a white robe, she would have to enter the "Misty Swamp Forest" even if she did not participate in the competition. There were many strange beasts and monsters in that place, and the necromancer was extremely dangerous and elusive - grading trials, strange species, death curses... Song Weichen knew how dangerous the road ahead was, and she had to become strong as soon as possible and could not let Mo Tingfeng distract her.

"Ah sneeze!"

Unable to resist, she sneezed again. She wiped her nose and looked towards the direction of the Venerable Mansion with a deep look in her eyes.

For some reason, Song Weichen always felt that these unreasonable sneezes were the old Longjing cursing him.

"...She will definitely not give up. This time Qin Xueying comes, I'm afraid there will be another big drama."