Hunting College

"It's... a... ordinary... Binding Curse!"

Zheng Qing replied gritted teeth, took out a belt from the gray cloth bag, and began to tie the book in his hand. The tie is sturdy and sturdy without any words.

Worried that the binding would be unsafe, he took out a few more seals, spat out, and stuck every corner of the book.

Until the seal talisman emits a reassuring light green halo.

Then he raised his head and saw the curious eyes of several roommates.

"Ah, the law book is faulty, the law book is faulty." The young public-sponsored student gave a dry cough, and indifferently threw out the words that had just been compiled: "...this book has been used for a long time, and I have some... temper. Yes, I have a temper. Like Dylan's full-length mirror, I like to talk nonsense when I'm fine."

The magic full-length mirror has been used for a long time, and there are often cases of using acrimonious words when evaluating clothing and providing strange suggestions for clothing matching.

In the eyes of ordinary alchemists, this is a magic fault, but in many users' eyes, it is just that the magic mirror has a little temperament, it belongs to the growth troubles, and it is a manifestation of the magic mirror's self-awareness-this is why many rely too much The magical wizards are slightly weird in their clothing-so for Zheng Qing's rhetoric, these young wizards who have lived in the magical world since childhood barely accept it.

Of course, Dr. Xiao Da has never been so foolish: "The fault of the law book, and the law book did not turn into fly ashes, there is no necessary connection. Are you stealing the concept?"

Zheng Qing smacked his lips, revealing a bit of distress: "You said you are a magician, why do you care about logic so much?"

"Logic and magic are not contradictory." The doctor said calmly.

"Where did you buy the book of law?" Dylan put it in at the right time, which greatly relieved the young public funder, but Mr. Vampire Werewolf raised his confusion from another direction:

"I've always wanted to ask, but I always forget... Your book looks very good. The copper nails, paper pages, and inscriptions, although the materials are ordinary, but the workmanship is excellent... There is no such thing on the market. The general version of the book...is it family heirloom?"

Wizard families with a bit of history all have books passed on from their families, grandfathers pass them to grandsons, husbands pass them to wives, and so on. Such books are not available on the market, and there are many restrictions on bloodlines and surnames. Wizards of non-corresponding bloodlines and surnames cannot use them. However, correspondingly, this type of book has a large gain to wizards and is very popular with family wizards.

Because other people could not open Zheng Qing's book before, Dylan had this kind of guess.

"I am the only wizard in my house."

Zheng Qing never concealed this point: "Like you, this book was bought at Xiayuan Bookstore, but at that time there was a public-sponsored student discount and it was privately ordered by the bookmaker."

When he said the last sentence, the young wizard was a little bit empty.

When he ordered the book at Xiayuan Shusi last year, he chose a private order for the lowest reserve price of a golden bean. As a result, the author of the book called Old Payne seemed to have misunderstood and gave him a blood test.

This makes Zheng Qing always feel like taking advantage.

But when this book is used, it feels really good. The mantra copying is smooth, and there will be no situations where many books cannot display certain key mantras (for example, the Paris bound book requires the blessing of the church, so it is prohibited to copy mantras involving the devil; Ashmore's bound book uses sharkskin paper, It is difficult to retain fire spells), and there will be no ink swallowing (when writing a spell, the book absorbs a lot of magic ink to reduce the pressure on the operation of the spell), etc., and the mana consumption is low when used.

Dylan's mention of the origin of the Dharma books made the young wizard involuntarily recall the purchase of Dharma books last year, as well as many scenes at that time. He suddenly realized a problem he had overlooked.

But before he could study it carefully, his thoughts were interrupted by Fatty Xin's voice.

"Private order...It's really an unequal society." A sour voice interrupted Zheng Qing's memory. The fat man complained full of complaints: "Public students only have better grades, why are there So many privileges!"

"Good grades are enough. What kind of Persian magic carpet is needed." Zheng Qing was very dissatisfied with the guy who interrupted his thoughts, and replied with no anger.

"This is the system." Dr. Xiao Da commented sharply.

This slightly cruel answer caused the entire dormitory to fall into silence.

Zheng Qing cleaned up the ashes on the desktop, combed the long hair on the back of the fat cat, and wiped the wings of the elves, finally recovered and turned to look at Fatty Xin.

He remembered the fat man's suggestion when the conversation first started.

"Why are you asking me to save money?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at the fat man.

Just before waking up, the fat man's first suggestion was to let Zheng Qing save money.

"Save some money so that when someone asks you for compensation for personal damages, spiritual compensation, and property damage, or when you go to a senior therapist to treat somnambulism, you don't need to borrow money from us." The fat man replied a little irritably Then, the notebook in his hand snapped.

He is packing up quill pens and draft paper, not knowing whether he is going to the library or the editing room.

Dylan had already quietly retracted into the coffin.

After hearing the fat man’s answer, he popped up half of his head and reminded him in a low voice: "Pre-declare, I am also very poor...As a vampire, the worst thing is that you can hardly wait until the day of inheritance. Unless it sells antiques."

This is a very cold joke.

Zheng Qing cooperated and laughed twice.

"Speaking of the hospital," Xiao Xiao didn't smile, his face showing a somewhat thoughtful expression: "Nicholas is still in the school hospital now, shall we visit him?"

The dormitory fell silent again~www.readwn.com~ The fat man grasped the notebook's hand loosely, and the notebook fell to the ground with a ‘patter’. And Dylan seemed to have forgotten to retract into the coffin again.

After a while, Zheng Qing's slightly confused voice sounded in the dormitory: "School hospital? What is Nicholas doing in the school hospital? Is he sick?"

He was out of school all day yesterday, and went to bed after returning, never knowing what happened at school.

"We can talk about this when we have dinner." Fatty Xin gave Zheng Qing a rough hand and stuffed him into the bathroom: "After you take care of yourself, we will go to have lunch... during dinner. Let’s talk about it again."

"Your appetite is really good." Dylan sneered, swished back into the coffin, and buckled the lid of his coffin very hard.

The fat man looked at the black coffin angrily and began to think about whether to paint a few rounds of the sun on it.

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