Chapter 2649: Chapter 870: Scum
"If you’re looking for a wife, just say so. Why be all coy... Does it make you seem more innocent?"
Hearing Zheng Qing’s evasive mention of the person at Greenhill Mansion, Xiao Xiao rolled his eyes and went into sarcastic mode. At the same time, he recalled the moment in front of the library when he received the paper crane. Unable to help himself, he turned to the Fat Wizard and complained, "And you, can you be a bit more serious when writing letters? What kind of word is ’fetal movement’?"
The heavy atmosphere was broken.
Xin Fat Man also wisely forgot the topic related to crows and was curious about what was wrong with his choice of words.
The doctor briefly explained the previous misunderstanding.
The Fat Wizard laughed so hard he rocked back and forth.
It made people suspect he might break his own back.
"Sweating all over, huh, Scum?"
He patted Zheng Qing’s shoulder and teased, "I remember Great Wizard Wald saying, everything in the world is about sex, except sex itself; sex is about mana... If you really want to embrace both sides, with a harem in front and back, then you must need great mana."
Zheng Qing ignored the Fat Wizard’s nonsense, merely shaking off his fat paw, and focused intently on the three fetal wraps on the sunflower dish.
But after staring for a long time, the three sprites showed no sign of emerging from the seemingly thin envelope. Instead, the sprites dancing around the sunflower gradually descended from mid-air, folded their wings, looked up with clasped hands, and prayed earnestly.
"How long do you think they’ll stay in there?"
Zheng Qing straightened up and asked, glancing back.
The Fat Wizard caught Zheng Qing’s gaze, his chubby face crinkling with amusement.
"They’re in too deep; you’ll drown," he adapted a line from the doctor, snorting with laughter like someone poisoned by magic potion.
"Is it really that funny?" Zheng Qing seemed puzzled.
"Life always has those moments that make your lips curl up every time you think of them," Xiao Xiao, having finished his notes with his black hard shell notebook, looked up at the sprites within the barrier and pondered, "As for how long they’ll need, I lean towards at least another day. After all, a Fire Dragon takes at least a month to break shell, and a Fishman takes a week to nibble through its egg sac. Although these sprites’ envelopes are artificially made, as a form of..."
Sss sss.
The Fat Wizard, recalling something again, clutched his belly, tears of laughter leaking from the corners of his eyes.
Noticing Zheng Qing’s slightly fierce gaze, the Fat Wizard quickly stifled his tears and explained, "...Don’t look at me like that, I just remembered something happy."
"Does the Slit-Mouthed Woman always smile so wide because she’s always thinking of happy things?" As he spoke, Zheng Qing made a motion of tearing at the Fat Wizard’s face, "Smile again, and I’ll make you a Slit-Mouthed Man!"
Sss!
A faint yet distinct tearing sound echoed in the small dormitory.
Zheng Qing didn’t rip the Fat Wizard’s mouth, but he did stop his demonic laughter abruptly, like a duck with its neck pinched. At the same time, Zheng Qing’s raised hand halted mid-air as he turned, bewildered, towards the desk.
Within the barrier.
On the sunflower dish.
What was expected to take more than a day suddenly revealed a small tear, exposing a little arm like a section of lotus root, as white as a newborn not even three days old.
It seemed the little hand sensed the abrupt stillness in the room, as it hesitantly clenched and waved, seemingly greeting everyone.
Whoosh!
The sprites that had landed on the desk moments ago suddenly fluttered their wings and flew up, rushing towards the arm, eager to be the first to touch the newborn sprite, yet hesitated at the last moment, crowding together quietly yet eagerly.
Zheng Qing resisted the urge to pierce through the barrier set by Xiao Xiao.
Three large faces peered inside with wide eyes, impolitely watching with enthusiasm, much like a Wolf Grandmother peeking through a house window in winter.
Sss! Sss!
Two more faint tearing sounds were heard, as two more arms emerged from the two remaining envelopes on the sunflower dish, waving to everyone.
For no reason at all, a cheerful nursery rhyme surfaced in Zheng Qing’s mind—
Plant a seed in the heart, da da di da da
It can grant small wishes with magic
Every child wants to have it
Ready now oh yo~
Let’s explore together!
...
The sprites within the envelopes seemed to resonate with the nursery rhyme in Zheng Qing’s heart. Along with the rhythm of the music, they happily swayed side to side. As the rhyme went "Don’t dilly-dally, the sun is setting," they were finally free from the constraints of the envelopes, poking their heads out one after the other, revealing three exquisite and beautiful little faces.
They were so beautiful.
Like flowers blooming in Qingqiu Mansion’s small garden.
Zheng Qing held his breath as he watched them slowly struggle out of the envelopes, slowly unfurling their folded wings, slowly growing in the wind, from the size of a fist to a height of three feet; he watched their tender green hair, emerald green eyes, and the beautiful dark green gauze dresses on them; he watched them open their eyes, looking around curiously and timidly, until their eyes met his, and naturally, he felt their joy.
Hehe!
Hehe!
The sprites surrounding the flower dish eagerly rushed up, sharing the ’Great Elves’ discarded envelopes. This behavior was very rare for sprites, as they usually only consume magic dew prepared by the host and rarely eat solid food.
However, considering the main ingredient for the envelopes was also a magic potion, it seemed acceptable.
"Hehe..."
"Yi..."
When the three sprites first spoke, they made sounds similar to other sprites, but soon, other syllables came out of their mouths, as if they were trying to produce different sounds.
At the same time, they flapped their not-yet-very-flexible wings, leaving the desk and flying towards the boys, accurately bypassing Xiao Xiao and Xin Fat Man, clearly wanting to give their first embrace to Zheng Qing.
"Yi..."
"Yiya..."
Zheng Qing opened his arms warmly, welcoming his little treasures.
"Yiya-ya..."
"Yiyi-ya-ya!"
"Scum!"
"Scum? Scum!"
Before the warmth on Zheng Qing’s face could fade, he froze in place. His outstretched arms paused mid-air, stuck between retracting and extending. The entire person seemed to be frozen by a cold wind blowing from the abyss.
Xin Fat Man burst into laughter, clutching his belly once more.
This time, Zheng Qing had no reason to stop him because even the usually composed Xiao Xiao bowed his head, his shoulders trembling. Only the three sprites enthusiastically flying into ’Dad’s’ embrace seemed oblivious, still calling out "Scum" passionately.
