Hunting College

The small movements between the young hunters of the Yugui Hunter did not escape the eyes of the banshee.

Unlike before, this time, Nikita decided not to ignore these details anymore. She plans to use a simpler and more direct way to deal with the troubles in front of her-stun or kill the young people in front of her, and then leave this place of right and wrong. .

But just as she lifted her fingers on the scales of the black dragon.

The little wizard with black-rimmed glasses on the opposite side suddenly raised his hand.

It's like asking questions in class.

This aroused the curiosity of the banshee.

"Excuse me," the little wizard seemed a little bit embarrassed, and a bit cramped, his voice was tight, but the words were still very polite: "Can I ask a question?"

Nikita loves politeness—whether that politeness is out of fear or respect, and whether it is a greeting between diners or a greeting from food to diners.

Politeness is politeness.

"Mr. Wise?" The banshee still clearly remembered the wise behavior of this little wizard in the face of her appearance on the special plane last year, so she had a few expectations for him: "What is the problem?"

"Do you know how to divination?"

The raised finger of the banshee hung in the air, hesitated for half a second, and then showed a reserved smile on her face: "So so. When I was studying in the first university, my average evaluation of divination was A+."

The A+ evaluation means that the score in the divination course is above 90 points. Even in Jiuyou College, this score is in the top 10% of the grade.

"Wow, that's really amazing." Xiao Xiao complimented, and continued to ask: "Then, do you know the most accurate sentence that any fortuneteller can predict?"

Nikita raised his eyebrows.

"What?" She made no secret of the curiosity on her face.

"The word that a wizard can predict most accurately is'the world is unpredictable.'" Xiao Xiao helped his glasses and sighed with emotion, then looked around and looked at the ready companions. He closed the book in his hand: "What are you waiting for?"

The moment he closed the book, Nikita knew that he was delaying time, and the fingers that had been hanging in the air were heavily pressed on the scales of the three black floods.

expensive! ! !

Heijiao's three hideous heads, in no particular order, screamed in unison, and sprayed a hurricane of venom and saliva mixed with fishy smell, sweeping the entire hall.

Meow! !

Almost at the same moment, dozens of edamame burst out of the void, roaring, and biting fiercely at the black water bird's neck, eyes, cheeks, beard corners and many other sensitive parts.

Hei Jiao paused for a moment when he was blocked by this little gray thing.

With this pause, Fatty Xin quickly took out a few glass bottles from his watch and smashed them on the empty floor between the Death Hunter and the Black Flood Dragon.

A plume of dense green smoke spread quickly, obscuring the banshee's sight.

The last scene she saw was the young witch stuffing Zheng Qing's mouth with a white pill. This vigilance made the banshee and the three black dragons subconsciously avoid the dangerous smoke.

"Catch them!"

The banshee's fingers were pressed again on the scales of the black flood, and she looked around warily: "Don't let them run away!"

Having said that, she and Faceless but covered herself with a few heavy defensive magic, lest a deadly rune would fly out of the smoke again-even if the possibility is very low.

The black dragon snarled angrily, his thick tail flicked hard, and it was precisely and fiercely drawn on the gray-skinned dogs. Those gray figures burst like bubbles, bursting open in midair, turning into wisps of light smoke, disappearing.

It was like a punch in the air.

Hei Jiao was dumbfounded.

When it recovered, the green smoke in the room had been dissipated by the two banshees, and opposite the smoke, the young wizards and the gray dog ​​had disappeared without a trace.

"They can't run away!"

Zhu Zhu finally jumped out of the chair, and skillfully pulled out the three trembling Zugos hiding in the shadow from under a table, and confidently said to Nikita: "In the dream world, there is nothing better than these. The little ones are better at escape...they are the experts at escape."

The three elderly ancestors each reacted under the scarlet eyes of the banshee for less than a second, and then scrambled to slap their skinny chests, indicating that tracking such trivial matters is absolutely not a problem, and so on.

"Before this, there are still some small problems to be solved." A sharp, piercing sound, as if the rusty door was closing and opening, suddenly sounded at the entrance of the tavern: "You need to explain your intentions and compensate Menis’ cat. The cat tavern lost accordingly."

The eyes of the two banshees fell on the owner of that voice~www.readwn.com~ It was an old and terrifying cat.

It has a pair of very big eyes, the pupils are pitch black, and the eyes occupy almost a quarter of the area of ​​the face. Its skin is pale and densely covered with scars and folds.

The old cat, leaning on a cane that looked like a dead branch, stood in front of the broken butterfly door of the tavern between sunlight and shadow.

"Who are you?" The little banshee glared at the old cat unceremoniously, as if she wanted to compare whose eyes were bigger.

"The waiter of the Temple of Usha." The old cat leaned on the crutch and replied with its unpleasant voice.

The three ancestors turned their heads nervously, and glanced at the banshee.

For the tribes of the ancestors of the Enchanted Forest, the temples of Uzza City are more prestigious than the tall stone monuments erected around their villages. Although they did not have the courage to resist the banshee's orders, they also did not have the courage to refuse the request of Uzzah Temple.

"Why should we answer your question!" The little witch replied with a bad tone and a brutal attitude: "We are the subordinates of the Sea-Monster King, not the believers of your temple."

"Because this is Uzza City." The old cat nodded the wooden staff in his hand. Several invisible ripples centered on it, rippling in all directions, faintly corresponding to the city's breathing.

Nikita frowned slightly.

She was not afraid of such silent protests at the Temple of Usha, nor was she worried about what the legendary temple elder would do to them. The only thing she cares about is that if there is a conflict with the temple here, it will not do her any good.

Conflict will waste time, and it will be against the Temple of Uzzah.

No conflicts will only waste time.

In just a few seconds, the banshee made the final decision.

"The rest of the work is entrusted to you," she told the ancestors: "After dealing with the matters here, go out of the city immediately. We are waiting for you outside the city."