Chapter 67: Weaver Girl

Alan groaned and answered evasively: "I want to use this spider silk to weave cloth and cut it into shorts."

"Oh, I see." Zhinu smiled knowingly, "It's to avoid the pants from bursting and exposing the lower body when you revert to your ancestral form, right?"

"Senior sister is really an expert!"

"Hehehe~ I didn't realize you were so shy." The Weaver Girl then asked, "What bloodline are you from?"

"Ogre."

"No wonder. After the transformation, the body shape changed too much."

"Senior Sister, how much is this roll of spider silk?" Alan asked.

"One price, eight attributeless magic stones."

"Isn't it too expensive?!" It was a bit beyond Alan's budget.

"Hehehe... the price is this, but it's not non-negotiable."

The smile of the Weaver Girl gradually became more wanton.

"Handsome boy, if you are willing to provide me with some services, how about seven magic stones?"

"This... I'm sorry, just eight magic stones!"

Allen felt that his service was worth more than just one magic stone.

He won't do business that will lose money.

Zhinu frowned and said unhappily: "You are only of ogre bloodline, you are not worried that I will take advantage of you by borrowing your seed, right?"

"We all like each other, it's just for fun, why do you have to be so conservative?"

The problem is, Senior Sister, I don’t like your appearance very much…

Alan complained in his mind.

Even pretend to be shy on the surface.

"I'm really sorry, Senior Sister. I'm not used to talking about such explicit things with strangers. Can we just talk about business?"

"Haha... handsome boy, the more shy and resistant you are, the more you arouse my sexual interest."

"Sister, I just like your unruly and handsome face."

Weaver girl stretched out a finger and lifted Alan's chin.

"Since you're so cute, how about I give you some more discounts?"

Allen's eyes lit up: "Senior sister! What discount is it? Tell me in detail!"

"Hehe! It turns out you're not a pervert, but a little money-grubber!"

"When they heard there was a bargain to be had, their attitudes changed immediately."

"Sister, I like people like you who are frank!"

The Weaver Girl made a few jokes and then got back to the topic.

"You buy the spider silk , but you have to find someone else to spin the yarn and weave the cloth, and a tailor to make the shorts for you."

"Does it cost extra money?"

"Honestly, these expenses added together are more expensive than buying spider silk!"

Alan nodded.

That's the truth.

"When it comes to spinning, weaving, and tailoring, my skills are absolutely first-rate!"

The Weaver Girl proudly puffed out her full chest.

"If you are willing to make me happy and serve me well, I can help you with all these tasks!"

After hearing what she said, Alan was also moved.

"Sister, how about a package price of six magic stones?"

"Seven! My weaving is very valuable, I can't afford a dollar less!"

"make a deal!"

"Hehehe~ handsome boy, come with me!" The Weaver Girl threw a coquettish look at Allen, "Come in, I'll measure your size."

Alan walked around the stall and followed the Weaver Girl into the small hut in the back.

The Weaver Girl closed the door and locked it.

In the small room, suppressed moans could be faintly heard.

Passersby looked sideways.

A full hour passed before the door opened again.

The Weaver Girl rubbed her waist and walked unsteadily.

He looked very tired, yet his face was rosy.

Her originally plain appearance became even more beautiful after being nourished.

Alan straightened his slightly messy hair and sat at the door of the cabin.

The Weaver Girl diligently served him tea and water, her voice so sweet that it was sickening.

"Junior brother, please sit here for a while, have some tea and rest. I will start working right away and make your clothes right away. I will definitely make you 100% satisfied!"

Alan didn't know how good her craftsmanship was, so it was too early to say that he was absolutely satisfied.

But he was very sure.

The service I just provided absolutely made her 100% satisfied.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have suddenly changed his attitude and tried so hard to please me.

The Weaver Girl sat on a chair and held the spider silk in her hands.

He silently activated his magic power, and his entire body underwent a strange transformation right before Alan's eyes.

The originally flat and smooth belly slowly swelled up.

Until it swells into a ball.

Like a pregnant woman who is ten months pregnant.

There was a rustling sound inside the shirt, and two pairs of pale and slender arms stretched out from the shoulder joints.

Together with the normal two arms, there are six arms in total, evenly arranged around the upper body.

Including the legs, there are eight limbs in total.

Even more terrifying was her face.

Two rows of tumors swelled from the forehead to the cheeks.

The tumors are as big as pigeon eggs, three on each side, distributed symmetrically.

As Alan watched in amazement.

The six tumors on Zhinu's face suddenly burst open.

In the cracks of the tumor, the eyeball could be clearly seen rolling around.

Including her original eyes, she now has a total of eight eyes on her face, all of which are sparkling with a faint light.

It has eight eyes and eight claws, and its belly is as big as a ball.

Isn't this a giant spider in human form? !

See the Weaver Girl’s “atavistic transformation” form.

Alan suddenly realized.

No wonder she could raise ferocious giant spiders as sheep, regularly harvest spider silk to sell for money, and was also very good at spinning and weaving.

It turns out that he has awakened the bloodline of some kind of spider-like monster!

Seeing the current , recalling the intimate scene in the hut just now...

Alan couldn't help but feel a chill!

Fortunately, the two completed the deal before the Weaver Girl transformed.

Otherwise, he might not be able to stand up.

The Weaver Girl moves all six of her claws, pulling the spider silk skillfully, like a human-shaped textile machine.

In less than ten minutes.

The spider silk is spun into a piece of translucent silk.

“Hiss…hiss…”

The Weaver Girl held the silk and looked back at Alan.

Eight eyes, all with smiles.

Four times the smile is a bit too much to bear.