017 The Grip of the Tyrant
“Hello? Is this the Spirit of the Enchanting? What I’m about to say, please don’t be afraid…”
Inside a dilapidated, abandoned shack, Mo Bai stood guard at the doorway. Above him, a faded advertisement read, “Steamed Corn Buns, Four for One Yuan, Hehe!”
“Yes, yes, I have a murderer here—terrifying! One slap and he sends people flying. That half-meter-thick stone wall? It crumbled like foam in just a couple of hits. I seriously suspect he’s some kind of athlete…”
“Right, one of my comrades has a leg injury. Please send help quickly, and send more people—surround him from both sides like a cheese sandwich…”
The call ended. Mo Bai exhaled deeply but didn’t turn around; instead, he faced away from the shack. “Have you changed yet? Why is it taking so long to change clothes?”
“Don’t rush me! And you absolutely mustn’t peek…”
After a while, Shen Qiqi emerged from the shack, cheeks flushed, bouncing slightly. She was still wearing her magical girl battle outfit, but in her hand was a small pair of pink panties.
Mo Bai blinked suddenly. “It seems your magical girl outfit can’t reset its state with repeated transformations. In other words…”
He looked at the exposed area between her short skirt and white stockings—the absolute territory of her thigh. “So you’re really…”
“What are you thinking, you pervert!” Shen Qiqi blushed deeply, slapping Mo Bai’s back. “I’m wearing the pre-transformation panties, okay!”
After everything they’d been through, Shen Qiqi no longer treated Mo Bai as an outsider—especially after stepping out in front of him like that.
First, she’d reverse the transformation and remove the panties of her normal clothes, then transform again to swap the old panties for clean ones. Perfect.
“Oh, is that so?” Mo Bai feigned regret. “Well, that’s great.”
He toyed with Shen Qiqi’s stray hair and teased, “Make sure to keep it under control this time—don’t suddenly flood like before.”
“These are my only panties.”
Recalling her recent social humiliation, Shen Qiqi pounded Mo Bai’s back indignantly. “Don’t bring that up again! It’ll never happen like that again!”
“Shhhhhhhhh…”
“You’ve had enough, you sick pervert!”
“Alright, enough joking around.” Since Shen Qiqi’s left leg was still broken, Mo Bai reached out and steadied the resilient girl. “I’ve already reported to the police.”
“In a world where such super-Newtonian phenomena exist, there must be a department responsible for permanently sealing Newton’s coffin.”
“There should be specialists coming to handle this. So, what do you say?”
Mo Bai asked the magical girl, “I don’t know why, but that guy hasn’t chased after us yet.”
“Are you going to run away or try to regain the upper hand?”
To flee or to fight—this was the question.
The pressure from Lu Yuan on Shen Qiqi was immense. In his presence, she had no chance to counterattack, only able to constantly expend her magic power to defend.
If she stopped defending, she would be crushed like an insect.
Her broken left leg throbbed painfully.
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