Chapter 246: Teacher Millie
Makoto's language teacher is a beautiful young lady. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Well, maybe it's because I've been in the Sea of Dead for too long, but I'm pretty at any woman now.
But this teacher is really beautiful, which can be understood from the eyes of the people around him from time to time.
And that's especially when remembering Elena's face.
It's a pity that he is a ghost after all, and without the stimulation of his body's hormones, it is already difficult to arouse too many desires.
This young lady is from Ling Hecheng and is a scholar in the city.
And he is a scholar with a very problematic brain.
The so-called gathering of like things, it is not surprising that they met such a scholar.
Ignoring the weird, especially Makoto's weird gazes, the woman grabbed his hand and stroked it over and over again.
That posture is simply the appearance of an old rascal.
Makoto doesn't care about being taken advantage of, and in this situation, it's hard to say who will take advantage of more.
Cheng's hand was slightly blurred, and he suddenly interlocked with the woman's hand, and only grabbed the woman.
That posture is almost like a pair of intimate lovers.
Seeing that the other party showed a trace of doubt instead of other emotions, Cheng smiled and said, "Teacher Millie, your current status as a teacher is much higher than that of a scholar, and don't you think it's not good to tease your own students?"
Millie was stunned and hurriedly tried to withdraw her hand, but her hand was only grabbed by Makoto.
The woman's face turned bitter, and she hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know I didn't mean that." ā
Makoto laughed twice, but he didn't let go of his hand, and asked, "Teacher Millie is obsessed with the undead?"
Millie replied with a bitter face, "A little bit!"
Makoto looked at the hand he was clutching and asked, "How much is a little bit? Is it holding a hand?" or is it a matter of studying the whole person?"
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In the distance, Chaozhu looked over and said to Elena, "I never knew this guy was so cheap!"
Elena stared at that side for a long time, and said dissatisfiedly: "Millie is here to teach her Trian and lingua franca, not to fall in love with him!"
Chao Zhu smiled and said, "But I'm afraid these two people don't have this kind of mood!"
She meant something, and Elena's face changed slightly, and she hurriedly asked, "What do you mean, you mean that there is a problem with Millie's identity?"
"It's inevitable that there will be a problem, otherwise do you think Makoto would be so emotionally interested? Makoto this guy, the more others target him, the more interested he will be in the other party, and now he must be looking at it carefully by stripping that woman naked. ā
"Pickpocket...... Stripped naked!he ...... How could he!"
Chaozhu said helplessly: "It's a metaphor, a metaphor, with the degree of sincerity psychopathy, if it's really hands-on, it's definitely not just stripped naked, and even the bones must be pulled out as a collection, didn't you listen to what he said before, he is going to hang some skeletons outside the white ivory as decoration, in order to match the identity of the ghost ship." ā
This Millie was introduced by her new friend, the little girl of the city lord, and when she heard Chaozhu say this, she unconsciously became a little worried.
If it's an enemy, then it's deserving to be killed by Makoto, but if it's not, it's a bit rude to treat others with this attitude.
Millie fled, and Chaozhu hurriedly floated over and asked, "See what's wrong?" ā
Makoto shook his head and replied, "It's just a little pervert, although the taste is relatively unique, but it's hard to hold too many secrets in my heart." ā
Elena also followed, and when she heard this answer, she couldn't help but be dissatisfied: "Miss Millie's hands are very soft." ā
Cheng glanced at Elena, revealing a pig face, and replied: "The green and jade fingers are plump and white, and they are naturally superior hands, especially soft and boneless, and it really feels like holding it is not a hand, but a person's heart, a person's love!"
"Perverted!"
"Perverted!"
Cheng shook his head with a smile and sighed: "This is not the hand of an ordinary nobleman!"
Elena was stunned for a moment and asked, "Didn't you say that there was nothing wrong with the other party?"
"When did I say that I was just saying that the other party was a little pervert. ā
Seeing that Elena was puzzled, Makoto stretched out her hand forward and said, "My hand is also a hand that has only read books, so you can see that it is far from the other party." ā
Chao Zhu immediately said with disdain: "People are women. ā
"When I was alive, I was often told that my hands were more beautiful than a woman's hands!"
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Ignoring Makoto's playfulness, Chaozhu understood: "It's not an ordinary noble?
Makoto stretched out his index finger and shook it, saying, "It's not a matter of identity. I mean, the other party doesn't want to communicate with us through the soul ring as she said, but she is a very powerful mage herself, and only the hands of the strong will have that kind of whiteness like light, and only the hands of this kind of existence will be so soft, which cannot be achieved by not working or maintaining alone. ā
Elena was angry: "Since you know that the other party is a strong man, then you dare to take advantage of others!"
Cheng still shook his index finger and replied: "Wrong, wrong, wrong, it's not that I'm taking advantage of her, but the other way around, she's taking advantage of me, don't you see the other party's eyes after seeing me, it's just like seeing an old rascal who hasn't met a beauty for 10,000 years, isn't this a tiger with his body!"
Speaking of this, he reminisced for a while, and seemed to add: "But the other party doesn't seem to have very good real practical ability, and he doesn't have much experience in dealing with men!"
Elena didn't like Makoto's description, and asked rhetorically, "Is it an academic mage?"
Makoto nodded and said, "That's what you need to ask, for example, is there a mage academy or something like that in this Saran country. ā
Makoto glanced at the group of prisoners and craftsmen, and added, "I hope there is, otherwise the other party is likely to be someone from the gravedigger's house, and it may not be low-level." ā
They do want to find people who may still be alive through this old house, but if they come into contact too early, there are some things that are difficult to hide.
More precisely, some lies are not easy to tell.
However, to be honest, Millie's woman's hands are soft, and she pushes her whole body with her hands, thinking that this body must be very high-quality.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart, because as a ghost, he didn't seem to have the ability to occupy living beings like a banshee, otherwise it would be a good choice to occupy a man's body and play an exciting game.
He touched his chin and wondered, "Speaking of what kind of existence is it after occupation, can the physical sensations be fully felt? Can the body's hormones work naturally? Does the corrosive property of the death force itself on the physical body still exist?"
Poor Makoto didn't even notice that when he started thinking, he immediately digressed.
The pig brother's face was not yet finalized, and it was immediately replaced by a dignified exploration.