Something is wrong with Miss Witch

If it were an ordinary witch, she might like it very much.

But Lou Yue, there is something wrong.

She carefully smoothed her skirt and pantyhose.

The pantyhose are too thin, so the furry hair on the outside keeps poking at the legs, which is very itchy.

Her skin was constantly flushed like waves on the sea.

Lou Yue turned on the button with a timid look.

Buzz————

The machine kept vibrating, like a dozen small fists hitting Lou Yue's body.

"Wow~~~~"

Lou Yue was shocked at first, then blushed.

The massage machine seemed to be moving away through wind magic, constantly producing wind balls that hit the witch.

The strength is just right and will not hurt the skin.

Moreover, when the wind group erupts, a breeze will be raised, so that the witch sitting in it will not feel too stuffy.

This is indeed a perfect product.

But Lou Yue cried out in grief: "I can't take it anymore. I can't take it anymore."

Every time a wind cluster breaks out, it feels like it is caressing the whole body.

Lou Yue's skin was extremely sensitive, and in that instant, small electric currents were crackling in her skin.

Lou Yue felt something was wrong.

She wanted to turn off the switch, but her hands and legs were also trapped in the massage chair.

Now she is like a puddle of mud.

Her skin was as rosy as cherry blossoms and her cheeks were extremely rosy.

The body was like mud, and a faint body fragrance began to spread.

"Well, it's no use. If I do it now, I'll be socially dead."

Lou Yue wailed.

Bingxue Qing, who was originally enjoying the massage with his eyes closed, couldn't help but glance at Lou Yue.

I took a look at Lou Yue's appearance.

She complained in her heart, no wonder you were being spread with some strange rumors.

She stood up and turned off the button of Lou Yue's massage chair.

Bingxue Qing's cold face held a hint of sincerity. "I really like this massage chair, and I've given it to many witches. If it breaks for some reason, I'll be very troubled."

Lou Yue's eyes were rolling around all the time, and she didn't even care about feeling embarrassed or angry.

"Goo, I thought I was finished."

Chapter 563: Forming Cliques and Factions [4k]

Bingxue Qing reluctantly offered a glass of ice wine: "Drink it, Miss Louyue."

"Thank you." After Lou Yue drank the ice wine in a daze, he suddenly shuddered.

Only after jumping off the massage chair did she regain her sanity.

Shaking her head, she yelled, "Ah, you called my name wrong just now!"

She looked at Bingxue Qing angrily, holding her wand to support her body.

"You called me right, Miss Louyue." Bingxue Qing said lightly, and lay down on the massage chair to enjoy the massage again.

"Ah! What's the leak! What's the leak!" Lou Yue yelled, "How can you insult someone's innocence out of thin air!"

She quickly reached for the massage chair she had sat on: "It's obviously still very dry!"

Bingxue Qing glanced at him and said, "As a dueling witch, I can feel the fluctuations of magic power even with my eyes closed. If you hadn't used the thirty-six types of dry magic in your hand, I might have believed it a little."

"Oh, oh. I just want to wipe off the sweat." Lou Yue pouted in dissatisfaction.

But Bingxue Qing just glanced at her indifferently and kept silent.

"Then I'm leaving." Lou Yue said this, preparing to quickly leave this embarrassing place.

Bingxue Qing said, "Continue next week."

Lou Yue, who was sitting on the magic wand, trembled and almost fell down.

She muttered, "I know, I'll still be here to get beaten next week."

"Some witches want me to beat them, but I haven't found a way yet." Bingxue Qing opened one eye and glanced at Miss Lou Yue.

Miss Lou Yue could only sigh and say thank you very much.

The witches' attitude towards life seems very different from that of many foreign races, for example, when it comes to things like strength and magic.

For so many people, waiting for even one second is considered a long time, as if they are short-lived.

But if it is other things, the witches can complete them within a year, which is considered fast.

This is like the long-lived people's view of time.

The change of city lord is undoubtedly something that can be delayed.

Therefore, Lou Yue has a year to improve his strength and then challenge the city lord for a duel.

But after being beaten every day.

Lou Yue just wanted to lie in bed and sleep.

Damn it, getting beaten once a week. Lou Yue needed at least two days to rest his body.

Especially recently, Bingxue Qing's attacks have become more and more ruthless.

It really makes me want to scare the little witch to tears.

Standing in front of the mirror, looking at the scars on her snow-white skin.

Lou Yue was so upset that she almost cried: "If other witches saw this, they would think something was wrong."

Walking into the bathtub filled with hot water, Lou Yue casually fiddled with the flower petals in the bathtub.

She thought carefully about today's duel: "My magic is good for harassment, but I don't have a way to end it. I can only drag it out."

"Although I tried to use the symphony to solve the problem of the magic casting time, it was still not enough. By the time I cast the spell, other witches were able to break through to me."

Lou Yue rolled around in the bathtub, constantly complaining, "If I'm not allowed to wear the scarlet-gold armor, then I'll just have to hide."

"If I were wearing armor, would I have dodged it? It would have been an armor-piercing bullet that hit you in the face. Or maybe some other powerful magic would have shattered you."

Complaining like this, Lou Yue immersed herself in the bathtub, blowing bubbles continuously.

Gurgling.

However, there is nothing we can do about it.

After all, my talent is to allow myself to defend myself with a high health bar.

But when other witches touch you, their health bars won’t open.

If it is the endurance bar!

I have very poor endurance!

Lou Yue thought about it and rubbed her arms quietly again.

Sure enough, a series of tiny electric currents crackled inside the body.

Lou Yue's face was as red as the sunset.

"Use it or lose it. Does it mean that if I use it too much, this feeling will become lower?"

Lou Yue pondered over it: "As long as I use it enough, my sensitivity will decrease. Even if it can't be lowered, then it would be good to raise my threshold."

"At least it can't be like this, where just a slight touch from a witch would render one incapable of fighting."

Lou Yue pursed her lips and carefully scratched her arm with her nails.

A red mark suddenly appeared on Lou Yue's arm, and she screamed.

His body was almost like a bent bow, and finally fell heavily into the pool.

"Well, in this situation, how can I expect to lose it if I don't use it?"

Lou Yue lay on the edge of the bathtub, using ice cubes to cool her arms.

She was very distressed.

Your physical fitness is always a threshold.

She is destined to never become a top duel witch.

But, as long as I win.

Being a top duel witch doesn't guarantee victory, and not all winners are top duel witches.

Lou Yue thought about this and began to consider how to avoid the disadvantage of his weak physique.

After thinking about it, the only way is to dodge or use other targets to attract hatred.

"Evasion style? Or summoning style?"

Lou Yue murmured to himself, feeling that neither of these two schools of thought was suitable for him.

Because it’s not safe enough after all.

After thinking for a long time, Lou Yue still couldn't come up with a suitable solution.

"It seems that I can only make more use of my pink magic. As long as I can draw hatred to the tentacles, the probability of me getting hurt will be much smaller."

Thinking this, Lou Yue began to search for various tentacle magics on the magic web.

Especially the magic that amplifies the tentacles.

But this kind of magic is very rare. There are only a few kinds of magic, and they are either elemental or spiritual.

Elementalization has high damage, while spiritualization has strong control.

After becoming a spirit, the tentacles can directly whip the soul, causing a momentary control effect.

It barely meets Lou Yue's requirements.

After Lou Yue looked for the paper, he discovered the reason why the magic that amplified the tentacles was so rare.

—The magic that can amplify familiars is as numerous as the stars. Because familiars possess immense combat power, researching amplification spells for these powerful familiars can yield significant benefits.

But tentacles are something that cannot be put on the table.

And because they have no mind, they are very easy to be destroyed.

The enemy search is not very strong and requires the witches’ own control.

In short, if tentacles are used in combat, they will not produce the desired effect.

Moreover, compared with the magic of consumption, the cost outweighs the benefits.

Therefore, everyone's research on tentacle spells is focused on home use and non-combat situations.

Only the Gong family is slightly better, but the Gong family does not directly use tentacles as combat tools now.

Rather, it serves as some kind of prosthetic limb that collects energy, or as a makeshift magic wand.

The effect is very good.

"But what I want is a target that can attract the witch's attention." Lou Yue complained.

After taking a nice bath, Lou Yue lay on the sofa and let the water evaporate freely.

Because of the beating and massage, my skin is really sensitive.

Even lying on the sofa like this, Lou Yue still felt a little uncomfortable.

After a while, Lou Yue felt extremely uncomfortable and could only use magic to hold herself up in the air and then dry herself.