Elf's Adventure

Suddenly in the darkness, Tentacle sighed helplessly, "Oh, this kid is a little irritable. Don't spoil him, otherwise he will rebel... Hehe, but don't rush, let's absorb these things first, that's it. I don’t know where he got these things, and he wants to use them to harm me... I must teach this little guy a lesson later, hehehehe." As he said that, the tentacles used some method to turn themselves into mucus and blend into the liquid.

On the other side, Qianluo was looking at the photo stone. He was very sure that he opened it before the experiment, but nothing was recorded on it. He only knew one reason for this - that is, the experiment was successful. But that thing that calls itself a tentacle...it doesn't have any aura of god on it, nor is it a descendant of any known god. Moreover, it can be heard from the way it speaks that it has never experienced anything like the ancient times. Just as he was thinking about it, a loud noise suddenly came from the bedroom. It was probably that the tentacle had escaped. Qianluo smiled. The slave contract he had improved was engraved on the board. Once it was broken violently, it would be considered as agreement to the contract. For The purpose is to prevent the experimental products from getting out of control.

To be on the safe side, he waited at the door for a few minutes before going in. As soon as he entered, he saw a bunch of pitiful tentacles huddled at the door.

"Go and clean up now." Qianluo ordered, and the tentacle reluctantly complied under the force of the contract, but Qianluo found that the place where the tentacle walked left a lot of mucus, and it became sticky, "... Stop, don't move." The tentacle stood there like a puppet. Qianluo took out quicklime from his pocket and sprinkled it on the tentacle. Then he was surprised to find that there was more mucus. He brought the tentacle to the pool again, looked at the drained pool and the shattered board and sighed silently. He sang a strange piece of music, and as he sang, green light spots appeared around him, and the pool turned into a test bed at some point. Qianluo took some mucus from the tentacles and dropped it on the test paper, but found that the test paper quickly became charred and curled, and turned into ashes and scattered in the air at the slightest touch. He thought for a moment, took off his gloves and touched the mucus on the tentacles with his bare hands. , but found that although he touched the tentacle, he could not be harmed by it. Feeling the sticky touch, he pulled his hand back only to find that there was not even mucus on it.

"Why can't you hurt me?"

"This...isn't this because of your contract? How dare you insult me! I want...￥>&)!" Due to the slave contract, the tentacle could not insult its master, which made it so angry that he I never thought I would fall for such a little trick.

"You're lying." Qianluo is very sure that there is no such clause in the contract. In order to measure the maximum damage of the experimental products, he has always done it himself. It is impossible to engrave this clause in the contract that will hinder his experiments.

"..." The tentacle refused to answer Qianluo's words.

Seeing that the tentacle was silent, Qianluo injected a potion into it and then waited patiently for it to make a sound.

Time passed minute by minute, and the tentacles were quiet, with no sign of wanting to speak. Qianluo was startled - the effect of that potion was to make people unable to help but talk, and so far it had been used to treat all experimental products. It has a good effect, but the duration of the effect is uncertain, and it has no effect on the tentacles at all. Unwilling to give up, he injected several more medicines into the tentacles, but none of them worked.