Hunting College

a long time.

Or just a moment later.

There was a slight rustling sound in Zheng Qing's ear, and at the same time he smelled a hint of burnt smell.

He followed the reputation, and the quill in Xiao Xiao's hand was scraping firmly on the black crucible, and the emerald green feathers had been burnt and curled by the hot pottery wall.

"This pen is damaged by business, and I will get the reimbursement from Fox Five." Noting Zheng Qing's gaze, the fortuneteller of the Youxin Hunting Team helped his glasses and switched naturally on two irrelevant topics: "...For now, both parties are still abiding by the agreement. We can consider picking up that bean."

"This is really good news." The young public servant murmured in a low voice, put away some hot rune guns, and then re-inserted the evil blood rune bullet that had been withdrawn.

The thin tube in the sea of ​​consciousness reconnected the channel between the talisman bullet and the'bomb', and the boiling magic roared again, and poured into the talisman bullet through the slender tube.

Zheng Qing sighed slightly, and looked at the talisman in his hand with some worry.

I don't know how long this talisman will last.

He didn't want to go back to school, the first thing he did was to hit the golden guardian array—then he would be thrown out of the school gate if he was right.

Jiang Yu looked cautiously at the silent house and the silent mountain behind the house, with a hint of anxiety in his voice: "It doesn't matter if we stay here...I mean that shot..."

She gave Zheng Qing a pointed glance.

The young public-sponsored student cleared his throat and felt it necessary to explain.

"The shot just now was, um, hurried." He considered it, and finally chose the neutral word'hurried', and then explained: "Normal, such as the shot I shot in the Enchanted Forest, belongs to A shot after being fully'charged'... and the talisman just now didn't take a long time from being wrapped to firing, and it won't ruin the house."

In addition, this house should not be destroyed so easily, after all, Zheng Qing can see clearly that behind the door of the house, it is not an ordinary lobby or living room, but a huge world. Perhaps because of the angle, others don't see it so clearly—Zheng Qing doesn't plan to explain it carefully, because that's not a good thing.

"The charge is insufficient, is the power enough?" The witch's attention easily went from one extreme to the other. For a second, she was still worried about whether the shot would destroy Kela Mountain, and now she is worried again. That shot was not powerful enough to complete the deal with Ngualla.

"If the power is enough, the owner of this house may not have the courage to accept that shot." Jiang Yu's question reminded Zheng Qing, he rubbed the rune spear in his hand and said thoughtfully: "...I guess he' It is not the power of the gun that is borrowed, but certain rules attached to the talisman."

"Rules?" Xiao Xiao, who had been squatting in front of the crucible, raised his head and gave Zheng Qing a deep look.

Zheng Qing realized that he had said a little too much.

He immediately took the talisman spear and walked to Nikita and Zhuzhu. With that shot, the fuzzy faces hiding behind the door and the tentacles that were tied to the two banshees before slid back into the room. But the two banshees seemed to know nothing about it, still closing their eyes, lying on the damp grass, unconscious.

"Get up, don't pretend to be dead!" The young public-sponsored student was holding a talisman, yelling roughly, and greeted the two female demons on the ground with his toes.

The banshees remained motionless, as if they had not yet woken up from their coma.

"Give you one second to wake up," Zheng Qinghao put up a finger in a leisurely manner and frightened: "Or I will throw you into that room with a restraint curse and let you help you find the way."

Nikita still passed out.

However, Zhu Zhu couldn't help it, and quietly raised her eyelids, and then she saw Zheng Qing's gaze that was not smiling. The little banshee had to sit up in frustration.

"Is anyone telling you not to talk to the lady condescendingly." She muttered and complained: "The strong bottom light and the light on both sides make you look like an evil skull king."

"Do you still have research on photography?" The wizard raised his eyebrows while wondering how to make Nikita stand up.

The little banshee immediately burst into joy: "Painted skin must be good at everything! The captain said, what you want to look like in order to be a real painted skin! I can not only take pictures, but also sing, dance, play the piano, make perfume, and cook. , Laundry..."

"Even if you know everything, he won't leave you by your side as a maid." Nikita, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, finally couldn't stand Zheng Qingzhuozhuo's gaze, and was forced to open her eyes and look to her side complainingly. The little banshee broke her finger, and sneered: "You are a demon... He can give you only the ticket to the black prison!"

The originally energetic little witch immediately wilted again.

This made Zheng Qing feel as if he had become a big villain. He had to read the Heart Sutra several times in silence to recalibrate his moral standards. UU Reading www.uukanshu. com also raised the cordon for the two banshees again—he suddenly understood why some hunters in the hunting team would remove their limbs after capturing the demons and seal them in the urn.

Although rough and contrary to the morals of some wizards, it is safe enough.

On the other side, Xiao Xiao was trying to get the golden bean from the mushroom soup with a wooden spoon. But even if he made a noise in the crucible, he could only scoop out a spoonful of clear soup, not even a slice of mushrooms.

"You should use chopsticks." Fatty Xin looked at the doctor mockingly, took out a pair of wooden chopsticks from the watch, leaned into the cauldron, and when he encountered a mushroom, he picked it up.

The mushroom shook the head of the chopsticks like a phantom. The fat man lifted the chopsticks, only a few drops of soup were brought out, not even comparable to Xiao Xiao's small wooden spoon.

The expressions of the young wizards surrounding the cauldron suddenly became more serious.

When Zheng Qing commanded the two banshees to come to the cauldron with his gun, Xiao Xiao had already tried many ways-it is certain that any tableware can only bring out the soup from the cauldron, not the mushrooms. Tablets, not to mention the beans.

"Could it be that dark wizard is cheating!" Zhang Jixin tightened his gloves, and glanced anxiously at the silent room not far away.

This is also the possibility that all the young wizards of the Yugui Hunter are skeptical.

Then Zheng Qing noticed Nikita's mocking eyes.

"What do you think?" He shook his gun and asked directly.

"Views?" The banshee snorted, her smile full of malice: "What can I say? It's very simple. Drinking up that pot of mushroom soup will definitely get the beans sinking in the bottom of the pot... The old-school wizard's consistent That's bad taste. But God knows what the dark wizard added to the soup."

Zheng Qing frowned.

The owner of the old house did say that he was an old-school wizard.