Hunting College

Turtle back inkstone, loose text ink, purple soft pen, yellow paper.

Then add a red card slot.

With the blood drop just squeezed out of his finger, Zheng Qing quickly drew a forgotten talisman above the standard level, wrapped it into a talisman bullet, and stuffed it into the talisman gun.

A new slender tube immediately appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness, one end was pierced into the blue air mass, and the other end was attached to the tail of the rune bullet. The violent magic power flowed one after another, and the ‘naked eye’ was visible to the rune bullet.

Zheng Qing felt the pain in his mind getting less and less.

"That's all right," he rubbed his sore forehead, and looked at the fuzzy face behind the door: "What do you do next? Did I just hit your head with a shot?"

This statement is a bit cold.

"Theoretically, it doesn't necessarily need to be hit directly on the head...any part of my body is fine." The old house owner was not annoyed by the straightforward words of the young wizard, and his tone was extra tolerant: "It's just that before that Almost."

"What's the difference?"

"Old-school wizards, such as me, when we do a strange experiment and are about to complete, we will always place our last hope on some great and mysterious existence... So, at this time, we usually put our hands together, in the bottom of our hearts. Speak silently-May Meilin bless you, let this talisman have amazing effects."

"At this time period," Zheng Qing took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time, curling his lips: "Merlin should be snoring or grinding his teeth, and there is no time to answer our small prayers."

"Does Merlin also snore?" Zhu Si curled up in Jiang Yu's arms and looked at the witch curiously.

While Jiang Yu was still thinking about how to answer this question accurately and appropriately, Fatty Xin standing next to her first helped her solve the problem.

"Of course," the fat man replied with a sullen belly, "Many people have heard... It is said that Merlin's snoring sounds like the sound of a crow when it is cooked in a cauldron."

"Wow." The little witch opened her eyes wide, and she sighed meaninglessly. But I didn't know whether he was sighing that a great wizard like Merlin would also snore, or he was surprised that the fat man still knew such secret things.

Zheng Qing also sighed from the bottom of his heart, but he was marveling at the fat man's talent, able to hook everything up.

But on the surface, he did not participate in the topic of the little witch, but in accordance with the hope of the old house owner, patiently, put his hands together, whispered the words ‘Merlin Bless’, tossing and chanting many times.

Next to him, the thin tentacles had a bifurcation at the top somehow, and the two ends were also folded together. Seven or eight mouths on the tentacles prayed in unison, and their dark eyes looked towards the deep night with pious eyes.

Inexplicably, Zheng Qing felt pity for the dark wizard in this rumor.

But he immediately got rid of the tremor in his heart and renewed his determination. After all, compared with the old wizard who had lived for an unknown number of years, these young wizards were in a more dangerous situation.

After praying, Zheng Qing held up his talisman again, aimed at the blurred face behind the door, holding his hands steady.

"Is it okay to shoot directly?" He squinted one eye and asked subconsciously, but the forest that had been razed to the ground appeared in his mind involuntarily.

Zheng Qing was very worried that if the shot went down, the tall Kela Mountain in front of him would be collapsed.

"Yes," the vague face behind the door peeked out a little further, and at the same time told the young wizard: "Aim a little bit, don't worry about my safety... It's just a bullet that works on the soul."

"We are not worried about your safety," the fortune-telling master of You Sin, instead of Zheng Qing, said of his uneasiness: "We are just worried about what happens if there is an accident and we can't find the way up the mountain."

This explanation sounds a little cold.

Zheng Qing immediately added: "Of course, it is best if no accidents happen."

The obscure face behind the door tilted to one side, and his expression seemed a little confused: "The way up the mountain... and the way home is hidden in the peas under the pot of mushroom soup, haven't you already told you? "

Xiao Xiao came out more and more. In the eyes of the old house owner and his companions, he went straight to the dark crucible, then squatted down and rubbed the quill in his hand against the crucible.

The emerald feathers passed through the dark pottery wall of the cauldron without hindrance, as if only passing through a layer of phantom.

Zheng Qing frowned.

Although he guessed that the old house owner would not let them easily get the bean, the crucible that had been under his nose was a phantom still a bit beyond his expectation.

"What does this mean?" The young hunter captain lowered his eyelids, looked at the seven or eight black eyes on the tentacles beside him, and asked calmly.

The mouths on the tentacles explained in a hurry:

"The plight of the prisoners...No one believes that the other person will think of others, everyone is living in the best way for them!"

"The charm of magic! You can only get the beans after you have really fulfilled my requirements~www.readwn.com~ to eliminate the pollution."

"It has nothing to do with fairness, it's just a bit of wisdom for the survival of the elderly."

"But it's like I didn't have a choice...you actually don't have more choices."

"Perhaps everything is just a despicable joke of fate!"

Zheng Qing ignored the tentacles that crazily twisted under his eyelids, and blocked the noise in his ears, and his eyes fell on Xiao Xiao: "What do you think?"

The doctor was silent for a few seconds, then nodded: "Shoot."

Zheng Qing pulled the trigger without saying a word.

boom!

Remington's stubby gun body has many signs of civilization that are indeterminate, and the colors of golden and silvery gray complement each other. The rune bullet that had just been wrapped rushed out of the barrel, with a trace of blood and a touch of green, and it rammed the vague face behind the door.

Snapped!

The front door of the room opened suddenly. Although it was only a short moment, Zheng Qing seemed to see a vast world hidden behind the door. In that world, a huge and distorted black shadow stood in it, dozens of times. The thick tentacles were waving all over the sky, welcoming the light green from the lasing behind the door.

And the vague face that has been dealing with Zheng Qing and others, including those soft tentacles, is like a tiny air root hanging from a huge banyan tree by the water.

It's fleeting in a flash.

Rune bullets rushed into the front door of the house with the green.

boom!

The door of the room followed closely with the figure of Fudan, with a strong wind, and closed heavily. Awoken the young public-sponsored student who was frightened by the world and the huge figure, and it sounded like a gavel, calming the originally restless night.

The small courtyard fell into a dead silence, and even the gurgling boiling soup in the cauldron was tempered.