After the crown prince became furry, we both fucked

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

    The last time Lu Qian faced such a scene was the potions exam at the end of last semester.

    With a blank face, she poured sulfuric acid solution on a noble boy who insulted her in public and said that "all witches should die".

    The boy's ugly face, which was corroded by sulfuric acid at that time, was also so bloody and scary.

    For ordinary people, this scene has already made them scream crazy, but it can't scare the witch.

    Lu Qian grabbed the little monster with devilish eyes.

    There was blood seeping out of it and dripping onto her hands. Randomly thrown away by the witch.

    The little monster's tail looked fluffy, maybe it tasted good, she asked the system, "How about we take it back to make soup."

    "As you wish." The sleepy system replied.

    "Okay."

    At this moment, the sky has sunk into the middle of the night, and the witch with a full harvest is ready to go home.

    The little mouse-shaped monster she caught was very quiet, it didn't struggle.

    Lu Qian tucked it in her arm, and caught a few little beasts on the way back. She really didn't have one in her hand, so she put one of them in her mouth.

    Back to the witch's cave, Lu Qian stepped on the magic circle eye drawn on the rock with one foot, and the dark blue magic circle spread out in circles, like rippling water waves, only a few crackles were heard, and the door of the cave opened. .

    Lu Qian bent down and walked in.

    The few monsters she caught were shocked as soon as they entered: What a strange house of witches this is!

    ——The narrow and crowded cave corridor, the whole cave is only ten or so flat, and the cobweb-scrubbed stone walls are wet to the touch, exuding a sour stench.

    The walls are covered with the hides of dead monsters, and some of the hideous heads are preserved, which is the level of nightmares at night.

    The messy lab bench was full of unwashed tattered beakers and discarded test tubes. The bright red mucus hanging on the wall looked like silk spit out by a spider mother. It really didn't look like a place for humans to live.

    Lu Qian didn't know how her home was being evaluated. She bundled up the new beasts one by one and rubbed her sleepy eyes, "I'm going to bed. Good night, everyone."

    As she spoke, she huddled on the test bench. In the upper corner, he slept with his hands folded.

    "..."

    The little mouse-shaped monster saw her sleeping, and he slowly sat up.

    After being demonized, his vision will become distorted, and the image will be upside down.

    The reflection in the room was imprinted in his eyes, as if it were an abstract, sinister and vicious oil painting.

    The monster stared silently at its deformed canine teeth and nails.

    If he introduced himself to Lu Qian at this moment, she would be very familiar with it, because that was the name that the system whispered in her ear all day long.

    —Ahilde Farrant.

    He was the son of the most noble of the Frand bloodlines, and the next heir to the empire that the emperor had so much hope for.