Something is wrong with Miss Witch

Being able to perfectly protect one's skin is also a style that Lou Yue has become accustomed to.

My favorite stockings and garters are gone forever.

She just couldn't stand the feeling of the garters being stretched against her skin.

Lou Yue sighed inwardly, the evolution of his skin was irreversible.

The stronger the defense, the more sensitive it is.

If she continued to be injured like this, Lou Yue was a little worried that she wouldn't even be able to wear these thinnest Zero Dan Spider stockings.

That's big trouble!

She was able to wear all kinds of clothes by relying on the spacers of spider silk full-body stockings.

Otherwise, those lace, linen, and various fabrics would be the death of her.

So, she now prefers clothes made of shiny satin materials.

However, the most common clothes made of this material are cheongsams for either the thrifty or enthusiastic groups.

Although Lou Yue has never understood what the difference is between these two styles of clothes.

However, this kind of clothing is more like work clothes.

Rather than a dress.

Lou Yue was not wearing shoes. She could no longer tolerate the hard object being restrained on her soft soles.

But the heavy pressure would make her even more unbearable.

So, that's all it can be.

The little witch planned to learn one or two fancy spells to make lotus flowers bloom with every step she took, or to make every step she took be on cotton-like clouds.

However, I also feel that it is too ostentatious.

So, she could only walk in a floating manner like a ghost.

Wearing a soft witch hat, Lou Yue turned the wide brim of the hat and stood in the parking lot on the roof of Chimei Township waiting.

Although I can see Cynthia directly through the portal, this is a date.

It is necessary to go through meaningless waiting.

Lou Yue looked at the witches passing by and greeted them.

These witches were somewhat surprised, and some even asked, "Miss Lou Yue, are you going on a date?"

Lou Yue smiled but said nothing.

——Cynthia is dressed very beautifully today.

She is tall, with a mature body that is more than three meters tall.

She was wearing a plain white dress and a linen sun hat.

This was originally a very ordinary dress, but Cynthia was very abominable and tied a belt around the waist.

It makes her waist look thin and her figure stands out.

The little witch felt jealous and envious when she saw it.

The face is three-dimensional and as heroic as a white wolf.

But because she was wearing a light dress, she looked like the big dog next door.

Compared to Cynthia's, Lou Yue's clothes were much darker.

"But I'm super cute."

Lou Yue smiled and said, "Aya, where are you going?"

"What was your original plan?" Cynthia looked at the little witch's clothes. "But, is this what you were going to wear?"

"I originally planned to buy it at the evening dress shop in Donghai City, but you know, I'm just a wandering witch and don't know much about evening dresses."

Lou Yue shrugged, and his round shoulders shook.

To minimize contact between her clothes and her skin, she usually wears sleeveless clothes.

The witch skirt has also been transformed into this.

"Besides, I'm going to be changing clothes constantly today anyway, so I chose something that's easy to take off."

Lou Yue turned around and faced Cynthia with her back: "There's a bow on the back, right? Just gently pull the bow open, and the whole dress will fall to the ground like blooming petals."

Cynthia raised her eyebrows and looked at the big bow at the back.

I have the urge to open it right now.

The little witch fiddled with her hands behind her back: "Look, this way I can also pull the bow, and it will be much easier when I change clothes later. And I only have a set of stockings and underwear underneath, so I can change clothes easily."

After the display, Lou Yue turned around and said, "Although Donghai City is not a prosperous city, there should still be some formal wear shops."

"I don't recommend you to buy a dress in the dress shop in Donghai City." Cynthia said.

?

Lou Yue was a little confused.

"When you go to the awards ceremony, if you wear standard clothing, like an Alchemy Witch dress or clothing from the Demon Village, then the other witches will just think you have a weird personality. This isn't an insult to a witch; it can even be considered a compliment."

"And the other witches won't ask too much of you."

"But if you wear an evening gown, then the other witches will use the rules regarding this kind of thing to demand of you."

"So, I suggest you pick out a nice dress, preferably one that's related to thriftiness. That way, the other witches won't be too demanding of you."

"Besides, you'll be walking on stage with the Emperor and the King. No matter what dress you choose, it won't be better than theirs."

Cynthia suggested this, and Lou Yue thought about it carefully.

"Well, that's true."

The little witch pondered and looked at the big witch next to her for help.

Biting her lip pitifully, she said, "Aya, you will help me, right?"

"of course."

Cynthia smiled. "But the clothes might be a little strange. After all, we have to be surprising."

"Is that so?" Lou Yue thought about it carefully and realized that it was indeed the case. "Okay, what do you have in mind?"

"Armor."

Cynthia said: "You are not as proud and majestic as the emperor, and you are not as arrogant and noble as the king."

"But she is very cute and charming. It's okay in normal times, but when she stands next to the emperor and the king, she will look like their concubine, even though they are all old maids."

"So, you have to wear this armor. It will neutralize your voluptuous charm and show your own unique characteristics."

"So, where are we going?" Lou Yue tilted his head and looked at Cynthia.

Once again, I am lucky to have such a good friend.

Although I can only hug her thighs.

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"The Crucible City," Cynthia said.

"Hmm." Lou Yue's face froze. She had heard of this sky island.

It is a volcanic sky island that transforms seven large crystal-walled worlds into a fiery hell, providing sufficient heat for the entire area.

There were furnaces everywhere and the air was incredibly hot.

Lou Yue said, "Good sister, if I get dehydrated at that place, remember to give me water and antiperspirant."

"That place shouldn't be hot enough to dehydrate a witch," Cynthia said.

"That's right." Lou Yue pursed her pink lips: "But the heat is like countless tentacles, making my skin very uncomfortable."

Chapter 278 Self-Development and Flesh and Blood Technology

Cynthia rented a luxury version of the deer cart.

Although it was still a two-wheeled back seat, it was covered with a soft and fluffy red velvet blanket.

Just sitting on it feels like you are sinking into it.

Lou Yue swung her calves and looked left and right.

Touching the fluffy blanket, he found the portable refrigerator next to it.

It looks like a small leather bag on the outside, but the space inside is as big as a normal room, and there is an iceberg spewing cold air inside.

In the other leather pocket is a volcano, which contains hot drinks.

But, who would drink hot drinks as a normal witch?

Lou Yue happily took out a glass of orange juice and immediately took a sip of it while biting the straw.

There were fine ice spikes in the gurgling citrus juice, and the little witch shook her body.

She felt the smooth and tender inner wall of her mouth shrink due to the stimulation of the ice thorn, but she used her pink lips to tightly clamp it to prevent the sour and sweet liquid full of particles from overflowing.

Lou Yue felt that the only two benefits of her sensitive sense of touch were that it made her tongue particularly flexible.

She could feel the citrus fruit particles hitting the tip of her tongue, and then easily sliding across her tongue with a rustling sound.

Into his throat.

The taste was quite wonderful, the only downside was that Lou Yue felt itchy in her mouth and wanted to lick her palate and teeth.

But it must be said that the juice made by the witch who owns countless planets and servant armies is real juice.

Not some fruity drink.

There are so many fruit particles that it is thick.

She sipped from a thick straw, drinking one cup after another.

This surprised Cynthia next to her: "Sister, I thought you would prefer drinks."

"Well, I only drink because I have no choice." Lou Yue puffed her cheeks: "As a good girl, my favorite is citrus juice."

"Why?" Cynthia also drank a glass, but didn't like it.

"Because I like the feeling of sucking the fruit." Lou Yue rolled her eyes at Cynthia.

"Sisters, there's no witch who doesn't like alcohol," Cynthia said confidently. "Juice is just for quenching thirst. It's just another kind of water. Only alcohol is a beverage."

"Then I suggest you apply to the Chief Witch, sister." Lou Yue puffed her cheeks. "Besides, the alcohol is just some kind of fermented fruit juice beverage, like fermented wheat beverage?"

Lou Yue tilted his head and touched his hair.

"Perhaps, we can charge a beverage tax on juice?" Cynthia mused.

The little witch suddenly looked frightened: "Sister, if it really passes, don't say it was my suggestion. I'm afraid of being tied up by the witches and being this and that."

Cynthia rolled her eyes at the funny little witch and was about to say something about the award ceremony.

But the little witch bumped the tall and plump witch's waist with her shoulder.

If she didn't raise her hand, she would just hit this part.

"Sister, do you really want to talk about those things now?" Lou Yue looked at this unromantic witch and said, "We are on a plane, traveling. Shouldn't we be talking about poetry or something like that?"

"With a homeless little witch who has never been to school? The kind who now owes 30 million magic stones and has no intention of paying it back?" Cynthia smiled.

Lou Yue puffed up his cheeks and stared.

She really wanted to use her little claws to hit the witch's chest hard, but when she thought that her claws would definitely bounce away, she gave up the idea that might cause her mental trauma again.

"Why is there a faint purple tint on my hair?" Lou Yue thought it was time to chat about some topics between girls.

She stroked her hair, which was long enough to touch her toes, and looked at the light purple color on the ends of her hair.

"A witch's appearance usually reflects her characteristics," Cynthia said. "This kind of thing should be described in the little witch's textbook. For example, your pink hair and heart-shaped pupils represent your pink magic power, as well as the special function of your eyes."

"The pink tips of your hair must have a special meaning. If you explore them fully, you might gain a new talent or trait."