Hunting College

Zheng Qing had many guesses about the scene submerged by the white mist.

For example, below is a boiling sea of ​​oil, in which there are mountain peaks constructed by sharp blades, broken souls are crying in the sea, broken corpses are climbing the mountain peaks, and pieces of flesh and blood are cut off. It's like real hell.

For another example, the following is a huge maze, with a hideous sphinx squatting at the door of the maze, and all kinds of monsters lingering in the maze. Every step forward requires a huge effort.

But when he walked down the steps, through the fog, and saw a barren black grassland, he couldn't help but stunned.

The scene before him was very similar to the world he saw before passing through the narrow door.

The same black grass, the same silence and desolation.

The difference is that at the end of the grass, far away, stands a tall bronze gate, which looks similar to the black iron gate he has seen before, but even at a very long distance, he can clearly distinguish it. The material of the new door is completely different from the black iron door.

The savage atmosphere rising from the bronze gate is essentially different from the solemnity of the black iron gate.

That green color, in this dark world, looks particularly dazzling.

The young wizard couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He was a little suspicious that there might be silver doors, gold doors, and even diamond doors behind the bronze door. Does he want to go down door by door in this inexplicable world? Exhaust your life?

Holding this terrible thought, Zheng Qing hung the talisman spear in his hand on his waist, and then took out some talisman paper from the gray cloth bag.

One slip cloud symbol and two horse armor symbols.

He tried to yell "edamame" twice into the air, and waited for a while, but he never waited for the gray figure.

The wizard laughed mockingly, and replaced the slippery cloud symbol with a climbing cloud symbol.

Then, amidst the sound of ‘suddenly’ climbing clouds, he held his talisman spear and slowly walked towards the bronze door at the end of the black grass.

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The depths of the museum in Uzzah.

The small but very enthusiastic reception between the young wizard from the First University and the Attar Grand Elder from the temple is coming to an end.

The old man drank happily, his face was red and his eyes were bright.

The witches also had a great time drinking. Zhang Jixin's robes had long been taken off, and he draped it around his waist with a weird knot—this was the outfit he used to dance for drinking.

Fatty Xin was crying, his blue face revealed a bit of gray, he clutched his watch, and muttered over and over again,'No more, no more, no more, a bottle, no, no drop.' .

Xiao Xiao's notebook is already densely filled with the secrets of fantasy dreams.

Jiang Yu stood in front of the window from beginning to end, far away from the noisy and chaotic world. Edamame squatted on the window sill in front of her, with her two front legs crossed together, and her head on it, as if she was asleep, only dusty figures popping out of the void from time to time told the witch that it was still working hard. Look for Zheng Qing's trace.

This is why the witch can stand patiently at the window.

If the dog who can travel through time and space can't find Zheng Qing's trace, then even if she runs outside for a whole night, she won't get anything.

The night prayer is over.

The cats of various colors that were densely scattered in the streets and alleys disappeared into the night again, only a few were still patrolling the streets, seemingly looking for a single ancestor to fight their teeth.

The witch sighed softly.

Suddenly, edamame squatting on the window sill raised his head quickly, raised his ears, and looked out the window.

"Found it?" Jiang Yu immediately cheered up, and the pair of white cat ears stood up in his hair.

Edamame looked around suspiciously, and mumbled uncertainly.

"Not found?" The white cat's ears collapsed again.

"It's saying it, and it's not sure." A hoarse voice sounded at the witch's feet.

Jiang Yu lowered his head. It was the hairless old cat who claimed to be a temple attendant and leaned on a cane.

"If you find it, you find it. If you don't find it, you don't find it. I'm not sure what it means." The witch gathered her hair in some annoyance, and straightened a few hairs hanging on the cat's ears: "...even your own master I can't find it, it's useless."

Edamame leaned down, grinning at her, and wagging his tail to please.

This well-being made the witch's depression unable to continue to vent.

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The old cat's unpleasant voice sounded again.

"The biggest difference between the dream world and the real world is the barrier." It lightly tapped the wooden stick in its hand on the ground, and leaped quickly, lightly falling on the windowsill, sitting cross-legged on the belly of Edamame.

Edamame flicked his tail, looked back at the old cat, opened his mouth, and finally did not "meow" out.

Jiang Yuping looked at the huge dark pupils in the amber eyes of the old cat, and asked puzzledly: "...what does this have to do with finding someone?"

"If the real world is a gem stored in a safe, with alarms and guards arranged outside ~ www.readwn.com~ then the dreamland is a jewel thrown on the street." Old cat beat A very popular analogy:

"Any existence can reach out to that pearl... There are even many existences living in this pearl. It's just that because there are too many hands reaching out to the pearl, no hand can dominate this pearl."

"Starry sky?" The witch slightly understood the meaning behind the old cat's words, and said thoughtfully: "You mean that our captain went to a certain field of existence originating from the starry sky?"

The old cat did not directly answer her guess, but continued to analyze: "If you are not mistaken, this little guy has a hint of Mhisha's breath... The Tindalus clan also has branches in the Dreamland, and their other abilities are missing. How good it is, but the instinct for tracking and killing is commendable. Even the descendants of Mhisha cannot be traced, and there must be a force that can counter Mhisha."

"In the Dreamland, there are only a handful of such areas."

Jiang Yu looked up and glanced at the sky.

The stars are dazzling, shining with different frequencies in the flowing, colorful night, as if one by one staring at this land.

She couldn't help sighing a third time.

"Too many," the white cat's ears were completely lying in the hair, looking weak: "With so many stars, how do we know which one he is hidden on?"

"So, the best choice is to wait." The old cat held the stick, raised his chin, and the beard at the corner of his mouth trembled very steadily: "Waiting is something that transcends the world, race and philosophy, and is most commendable. The virtues of...The good news is that you can't find him, and those demons can't find him, so for now, he won't be eaten by those demons."

The witch rolled her eyes in her heart.

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