Hunting College

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Zheng Qing is now standing alone in front of the king of yellow clothes.

Apart from a visualized rune gun, there is no other more threatening means.

Even if the runegun is filled with blood rune bullets, and no matter how many shots he can fire with his ability, just considering the power of the blood rune bullets, it may not be enough to bomb the incarnation of Hasta with one shot. of.

The disciples are guilty of evil.

Of course, Zheng Qing can also choose to blew himself up.

But the self-detonation is not something he can explode if he wants to explode. The last time he exploded by accident, it was the result of the combined effect of many conditions due to intense mood swings and the breaking of the seal at the critical point. He carefully looked for that feeling afterwards, but he never found it.

The corners of the yellow robe wobbly before his eyes.

"Am I going to lose my mind...or ego?" He stared at the wagging horns, and asked in a low voice.

A golden bean disappeared from the palm of his hand, appeared again immediately, paused for a moment, and then disappeared again. This indecisive sense of vision is like the feeling of doing multiple-choice questions in an exam.

An ambiguous answer came from under the white mask: "Perhaps."

Zheng Qing sighed slightly. There was a mess in his mind. Many of the questions that he had thought of when he was running wild on the black grassland, can no longer remember at this moment.

He didn't even want to calculate how many gems and golden beans he had left.

There was only one question that hovered in his mind repeatedly, such as the tide behind a dam, and he refused to retreat for a long time.

"Why me?" There was a little tiredness in his voice.

Under the white mask, the green eyes without pupils fell on the wizard, with a bit of inquiry in his eyes: "This is the choice of fate."

"Fate is a bitch." Zheng Qing muttered, forgetting who said this to him.

But he thinks that this sentence is really appropriate here.

The yellow robe has no wind, and the clothes are fluttering. Although there is no expression on the white mask, Zheng Qing feels that the other party must be laughing.

The concept of emotion rarely appears in the external gods, but it does not mean that they lack this concept.

It's just that there are very few things in the world that can cause them to fluctuate clearly.

The avatar of Hasta looked at Zheng Qing's eyes.

The young wizard may not know it, but the outside **** standing opposite him can see clearly. As he stayed in front of him longer and longer, and talked with him more and more, the eyes of the young wizard had become clear from the initial black and white, and filled with blood.

And the red under his eyes is getting deeper and deeper.

He can clearly feel that the heavier the red, the more successful his gift will be.

This gave him more desire to speak:

"A mortal standing in front of me will break down. Even a wizard will not be any better... I have seen many young wizards, and they will lose the ability to think in front of me."

"You are a special case."

"Maybe this is why fate chose you."

Zheng Qing listened to the hoarse and long voice echoing in his ears, gritted his teeth, suppressed the slight throbbing pain of eyebrows and feet, finally rolled up his sleeves, and said with an expression of risk: "Since there is no choice... !"

He closed his eyes tightly.

Therefore, without seeing the mouth of the white mask on the opposite side, a small slit suddenly appeared-in the long conversation, Hasta was very stingy and did not show his mouth, but at this moment a small slit opened.

The little seam grew bigger and bigger until it reached the ear.

A crooked, crescent-like huge smile appeared, and the crescent was full of scarlet:

"...Many people believe that they can face death bravely, until the wind swept from the corner of the death robe blows on their faces... Just like many people believe that they can bravely rush into the fire to save people, but this is often the case. Courage is often consumed after feeling the heat wave of the flame."

"On the endless wasteland, you have shown enough reason and determination."

"Now...take up your courage."

"I will complete this gift before your courage runs out."

"This gift from the depths of the stars."

"This friendship from Hasta."

Accompanied by the fine low murmur and the weird smile, a round of magical halo appeared behind the king of yellow clothes, like a bright moon.

A bit of ink smeared in the center of the bright moon, quickly covering the halo, revealing a dark and deep breath.

Even if he closed his eyes, Zheng Qing could still feel a new darkness rushing over his face-it was a color deeper than darkness.

In the deepest part of the darkness, a bright yellow symbol suddenly appeared.

A combination of simple dots and twisted lines, like a symbol spliced ​​by several yellow question marks, blooms in the deepest part of the darkness.

If the wizard opens his eyes at this time, he can see a symbol that is exactly the same color and appearance as he saw in the dark. He is leaving Hasta’s soft white mask, rotating slowly, from the cap. Go down and float towards Zheng Qing.

Hasta's mark at this time.

Branded with the breath of his origin.

The rune turned faster and faster, seemingly slow but urgent, and in a flash, it turned into a bright spot, with a refreshing and violent breath, directly hitting Zheng Qing's face.

The boy yelled and fell on his back.

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There is always a bit of wetness in the woods in the early morning.

The soft mist and pale sunlight envelop the dark green color of the oak, giving a hazy and psychedelic atmosphere under the shade of the trees.

Zhu Si wiped his eyes and woke up from his sleep, with the saliva dripping from last night's sleep still hung at the corner of his mouth.

She wiped her saliva, with a trace of regret on her face-in her dream, she was about to eat the beautiful plump chicken head carefully, but for some reason, the mirror around her broke apart.

After opening her eyes~www.readwn.com~, she realized the sound of the slap behind the oak. In her dream, she heard the sound of the mirror cracking. In fact, it was the sound of those brown oily little things tapping her chest .

The little witch swallowed again, her eyebrows frowned seriously.

In the dream, a figure accompanied her to tear down the chicken head. The two of them ate happily, but after opening their eyes, the person's face quickly disappeared from her mind, just like someone erased a pencil drawing with an eraser Traces.

That figure is definitely not father and mother, the little witch is sure of this, and she is familiar with their breath.

After thinking for a while, the little witch was awakened suddenly when one of the ancestors dared to rub in front of her and flicked out a piece of beef jerky.

She looked around in a daze, then lowered her head and was shocked when she saw a wizard in a red robe lying beside her.

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