Hunting College

When Zheng Qing's vision became clear again, the two were already standing in the courtyard of Sanyou Bookstore.

In the afternoon, the orange sunlight passed through the glass doors and windows, and fell on the brown-yellow floor, leaving a slightly swaying mottled light and shadow, giving people a particularly warm feeling.

Outside the bookstore, someone was passing by on a bicycle "Dingling Dingling", a poodle and Teddy barking at each other across the low bushes, and a little further away, you can vaguely hear the diabolo Pops, and a group of aunts swayed and danced to the sound of loud music.

In the bookstore, a red clay teapot was screaming on the iron stove, and the spout sprayed out a pearly mist, with orange sunlight, which looked very charming.

The husband stepped forward, picked up the lid of the teapot, then turned around and beckoned to the young wizard, motioning:

"come in."

"Huh?" Zheng Qing glanced at the black lacquered spout of the red clay teapot in confusion, then glanced at her husband, walked forward two steps blankly, and then looked around, indicating that he had entered the bookstore. .

"Get in here." Mr. sighed and pointed to the teapot very clearly.

The pearl-colored mist filled the mouth of the pot, making it difficult to see what was in the belly of the pot, but the boiling breath clearly told the young wizard that there would be no good fruit if touched at will.

"Do you want to drink tea? Need me to find a teacup?" Zheng Qing asked with the last trace of luck.

The husband looked at him blankly.

"You have been blown up." The gentleman's tone was calm, but the facts described were terrible: "The bombed pieces were torn apart, and there were not a few complete bones left... A tattered body cannot hold a healthy soul. Not to mention that there is a forbidden curse hidden in this soul."

(The boy lowers his head and finally realizes that he is now a soul floating in the air)

"The teapot is boiled for you, the original taste, it took me a lot of work."

(Yes, the boys are slandering in the bottom of my heart, it took you a pot of tea...)

"Hurry up and get in while it's hot, lest you get cold for a while and your flesh and blood will shrink. It will be even harder to get in."

Zheng Qingmu smiled, after listening to Mr.'s explanation, unexpectedly there was no feeling too funny or horrifying. It seems that a year of college life has honed his will and ability to accept well, and he can easily accept any violation of common sense.

Having said that, if the husband used a pill furnace for refining, or placed a pile of lotus roots and lotus leaves on the floor, and then painted a complicated magic array, maybe Zheng Qing's ability to accept it would be stronger.

But a teapot.

"Boiled, boiled wow." The young wizard sighed slightly. Although his voice was a little squat, his tone was still calm: "It's already cooked, right."

The iron stove's chubby belly heard a slight crackling sound when the firewood burst, and a few creamy white flames emerged from the cracks in the stove, licking the smooth belly of the red clay teapot.

The whole body of the teapot is maroon red, with a cylindrical body, dragon-claw feet, Wolong is twisted, and the handle of the coiled dragon is full of color and image. The scales of the Panlong on the handle of the pot are embedded with tiny mithril scales, which are outlined with fine runes visible to the naked eye. The spout was bare, and it was not shaped like a dragon at a glance like the rest of the body.

At this moment, Mr. Wolong's pot lid was grasped in his hand, revealing a circular black pot mouth. After the pearl-colored mist emerged from the mouth of the pot, it hovered around and refused to leave. Finally, a small mini cloud formed above the mouth of the pot. The clouds were thick and dense, as if more water vapor would make a splash and rain. Similar.

"Hurry up, tomorrow Monday, you have to go to class." After the husband urged, he ignored the tangled boys on the side of the pot and turned to walk to a ceramic cat ornament on the bookshelf.

The porcelain cat was high and low, with porcelain eyebrows and good eyes. Zheng Qing looked familiar. He looked at it a few more times before he realized that the porcelain cat was modeled after the "Brother Huang".

The husband picked up a writing brush from the pen holder of the desk and knocked the porcelain cat on the head.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

After a pause, the originally sluggish porcelain cat suddenly came to life. After turning his eyes a few times, he stared at the guy who beat him, and glared: "How many times have you said it, don't knock me on the head!"

"It won't be more stupid anyway." The husband commented indifferently. He knocked a few more times, ding ding ding, and then he ordered: "They are still in the woods? Let everyone go back. I have solved other things. Now... Well, Nicholas and Satogua will ask the school working committee to issue a question letter later, just as a warning. Satogua has lost some of the concepts and should be much more honest in the short term."

The Porcelain Cat was still angry, but when he heard this, his face finally became more serious.

"What about the two children? They are in a bad situation now..." The porcelain cat sat up straight and looked at the bookstore owner seriously. Zheng Qing always felt that its eyes glanced at himself quietly.

The husband was silent for a few seconds.

"It's not uncommon for wizards to find their own way. As long as they are wizards... the school will not abandon its students because of a few outside gods. The jugglers in the North District and the Gypsy Witches should be happy."

His tone was very flat, and he couldn't hear many emotional fluctuations:

"It's just that you choose the path you choose, and you have to go down with your eyes closed... Are they enlightened? If not, take time to take them to the bookstore and sit down... They still have the right to choose."

Zheng Qing realized afterwards and finally realized who the two children the husband and porcelain cat were talking about were.

At the last moment of entering the teapot, he stopped his figure.

The Porcelain Cat glanced at the young wizard, hummed, as if to answer the husband's words, then flung his tail and turned it into a sculpture again.

The husband turned around and looked at the boy floating in the mouth of the pot.

The boy's face was a little worried.

"Sir, Jelena..."

"Oh, that lovely little gypsy girl, I know."

"She now..."

"You like her very much?"

"Well~www.readwn.com~Do you know that she used a love potion on you?"

"……Ok."

"Do you still like her?"

Zheng Qing fell silent. He remembered the witch who bravely stood up to stop the Alpha during the first conflict on the pedestrian street; remembered the face that laughed and laughed behind the blue smoke; remembered the snot bubble she snoozed in the library; remembered the new life The figure who pulled him out of the trap during the game; think of the two walking in the snow, strolling the pedestrian street, and stealing into Alpha Castle; think of the cold kiss that day.

What Professor Li said in the first potions class suddenly popped into his mind, ‘The effect of love created by magic is more romantic than true love and more like love. ’

"I don't know." The boy raised his head and answered the question honestly: "Perhaps I will find the answer in the future. But if she has an accident today, then I will never have a chance to find the answer."

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