Hunting College

Zheng Qing's head was drilled under the bed, and his **** was pouted high, like a small mountain bag.

A few elves seemed to have discovered this interesting thing. They smiled, fluttering with translucent wings and landed on the ‘small mountain bag’, jumping around, making a noise.

This makes the wizard feel a little itchy.

He raised his arm and scratched it while driving away the little guys.

"Don't make trouble!" He turned back laboriously, and tried to reprimand him in a majestic tone. The elves rushed away. Then the wizard was finally able to focus on the things under the bed.

But the thing was dusty, covered with dust, and the dim light under the bed made it difficult to distinguish.

After looking at it for a long time and confirming that it was a dead object, Zheng Qing finally made up his mind, turned his body sideways, stretched out his arms as best as he could, and used a brush to pull out the foreign object.

This action almost made him fall into bed.

When Dylan crawled out of the coffin and was about to go to class, he happened to see this scene.

"What are you doing?" Holding a small brush in his hand, he was about to take care of his little fangs.

"Pick up things." Zheng Qingwen replied in a huff: "...something is under the bed."

"Why don't you use magic?" Mr. Vampire Werewolf looked confused: "I remember your binding spell is very slippery...or a simpler wizard's hand."

The fat cat who had been lying on Fatty Xin's belly meowed in agreement.

Zheng Qing's arm holding the brush holder froze in midair-he forgot that such simple things can also be magical. This is the power of habit. Even after staying in the first university for almost a year, he still didn't fully adapt to doing anything before considering using magic first.

The dusty thing has been drawn out of the bed with his pen.

With a solemn sigh, he threw the pen holder onto the chair next to him. Only after re-sterilization did he dare to put the brush back into his gray cloth bag.

"What's that thing?" The fat man scratched the fat cat's ear and yelled lazily.

Before Zheng Qing could speak, Dylan replied, "It's a dead frog."

"How do you know?!" Zheng Qing looked shocked.

"I have a nose!" Dylan pointed to his nose, twitched again, and then added: "And I can tell that this frog has been dead for less than an hour...the blood still smells fresh."

"Then why didn't you say it earlier." Zheng Qing was a little worried, fiddled with the dead meat, and carefully turned it over. It is indeed a dead frog.

The white eyeballs were half-hidden under the eyelids, quite a bit of a dead end.

"You didn't ask me before." Dylan squatted halfway in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the collar of his robe-in order to prevent the full-length mirror from being noisy, he had covered the upper part of the full-length mirror with a piece of cloth early.

"How did it get you a dead frog over?" Xiao Xiao also got off the bed and moved to the side of the dead frog. The crystal ball in his hand was spinning quickly, and a white light fell from the crystal ball and covered the dead frog. .

"Maybe he thinks he is a cat, and you are also a cat, so he gave you a gift." The fat man leaned on the pillow and scratched his belly, giving his own guess.

"Like the cats who gave you a confession before?" Dylan nodded, "Speaking of which, many cats like to eat frogs..."

Tuantuan made a disapproving voice.

"...Of course, those are ordinary cats." Mr. Vampire Werewolf has always been sleek and will never offend a certain overlord in the dormitory: "True magic cats only like chicken legs."

Tuantuan snored with satisfaction.

Zheng Qing felt that things were not that simple, so he frowned and pondered the connection between himself, the cat and the frog.

During this process, Xiao Xiao never spoke, but concentrated on testing the dead flesh.

After a long test, he reluctantly nodded: "It's still clean...just a dead frog."

This means there are no curses or other unclean things attached to it.

Zheng Qing didn't care about it, but cautiously dropped a few evil spirits on the dead frog.

Seeing the smoke from the talisman paper, the young public-sponsored student pondered for a long time, and finally said uncertainly: "Perhaps because I said before it that I wanted a dead frog?"

In the afternoon when Zheng Qing left the office of the work committee of the school, he once kicked a stone by the lake and smashed a frog into the lake. At that time, he casually said, "I want to put a dead frog in the mouth of the wizard on duty." If that happened, the dog happened to be peeping nearby.

After listening to the wizard's guess, several roommates looked at each other.

Zheng Qing felt as if he had grasped some clue.

"This thing sounds a bit mysterious." Dylan had already fastened his belt and was about to go out: "...Do you need my help to throw that dead frog out? In the summer, it should stink if you leave it for a while."

"Throw it out, throw it out." Zheng Qing seemed to have smelled the smell of stinky meat, pinching his nose and waving.

Dylan shrugged, wearing silk gloves, carrying the dead frog's hind legs and out of the dormitory.

boom.

The dormitory door closed behind him.

From the corner of Zheng Qing's eyes, he immediately caught a glimpse of the gray dog ​​crouching behind the door, wagging his tail with a smirk. The wizard rolled his eyes and confirmed that the other two in the dormitory hadn't noticed the dog's figure.

"I want a live duck." He raised his voice, literally, and ordered in a loud voice: "One, live, duck! Duck!"

Xiao Xiao turned his head and looked at Zheng Qing with a look that caring for the mentally retarded. Then he noticed the fluttering eyes of the public servant, and immediately suddenly said, "Is the dog here?"

Zheng Qinggang was about to speak, Yu Guang looked again, heh, the dog ran away again.

"...It's gone." His tone finally returned to normal, and he curled his lips: "Anyway, don't spend money, just try it."

In the other corner of the dormitory, Fatty Xin was holding the fat cat and snored. The purring of one person, one cat, one after another, complemented each other, making it difficult to hear.

"Let's go to sleep too." The wizard yawned and pulled the curtain on the bed.

The lights in the dormitory are dimmed.

The snoring sound has also become much smaller.

The wizard gradually closed his eyes, and the broken images in the dream began to erode his spiritual sea.

In the dream, Zheng Qing turned into a black cat again, only with a white cat and a little fox next to him. The three of them waded through the mountains and ran to the shadow of a hazy tree in the distance.

Running and running, running thirsty and hungry. The little white cat suddenly said that he wanted to eat chicken legs, while the little fox said he wanted to eat duck legs. Zheng Qing was caught in the middle and had a headache. Finally, the cat waved its claws and announced that whoever caught the prey would eat it.

Just as the little white cat raised her paw to agree, she saw a sly smile on the little fox's face.

With its tail raised, it rolled out a duck with bright yellow feathers, small eyes and a fat body~www.readwn.com~ and placed it in front of the other two cats, proudly announcing to eat the duck today!

Da Duck blinked his small eyes, looked at the three drooling guys, opened his mouth, and screamed "quack".

Listening to the annoyance of the black cat, he raised his paw, pinched the neck of Duck Duck, and slapped it firmly on the ground.

Click.

The duck's neck is broken.

But the screams have not stopped.

The dead duck opened his godless eyes, opened and closed his flat mouth, and screamed that made headaches, and the screams tended to become louder and louder.

The black cat looked left and right, the original chaotic eyes gradually cleared in the noise of the duck, and the illusory dreams also turned into pieces in the noise of the duck.

In the darkness, the wizard opened his eyes.

Outside the curtain, a duck screamed like in a dream.