Hunting College

An orange flame was like a red flower in full bloom, stuck under the black cauldron.

The pot was gurgling with heat, the pearl-colored mist looked a little fuzzy in the night, and a few thick mushrooms were rolling in the clear soup, and everything seemed so peaceful.

Except for a few gloomy faces reflected in the noodle soup.

"The cleaning spell has no effect."

"The hand of the wizard can't catch that bean."

"The mushroom soup will evaporate in a short time after being scooped out...and then return to the pot."

"A very delicate magic effect... If we touch the pot with the idea of ​​dumping the mushroom soup, we can only touch the phantom of the cauldron."

"Perhaps only the dream world can support this wonderful magic."

"Tests have shown that this soup contains a very active substance... It is temporarily impossible to determine whether it is good or bad for the human body, but it is certain that this is not a pot of ordinary mushroom soup."

The young wizards of the Evil Hunter gathered around the dark cauldron and talked a lot. Everyone tried various methods, but failed to get that bean out of the pot.

Finally, everyone's eyes began to look faintly at Nikita.

The banshee held her head and sat leaning on the steps, looking lazily at a joke. Perhaps noticing the prying eyes of the young wizards, she twitched the corners of her lips and sneered: "I told you a long time ago... Drinking the mushroom soup is the easiest way."

"But, why?" Zheng Qing frowned, looked at the crucible, and then at the closed door not far away. He was puzzled: "...what good is this for him?"

"Maybe I want to test your courage, maybe it's just a little bit of bad taste of the old-school wizard," the banshee spreads her hands, her face doesn't matter: "Or, only those who drink mushroom soup can find something from that bean... …who knows."

The last possibility listed by the banshee dispelled a certain idea Zheng Qing had just come up with.

He was indeed thinking about plans for Nikita to drink the mushroom soup.

"...So, don't try to make me drink that pot of soup." The banshee shook her finger and refused triumphantly: "Theoretically, the witch can't eat your kind of food... Take a thousand steps back, even if I I barely drank it, aren’t you afraid that I will quietly eat that bean into my stomach and then pretend that I didn’t drink anything?"

"They can cut open your belly to check." Zhu Zhu threatened in a low voice from the side, in exchange for the banshee slammed her head with a punch, bursting out a string of tears.

Zheng Qing snorted annoyed, and completely gave up the plan to let the banshee drink soup.

This is indeed a choice that hurts both sides, but for the banshee, having a choice is better than having no choice.

"Let me do it!"

Zhang Jixin rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the pottery bowl and spoon next to the crucible: "I am the master hunter... and I was used to drinking these messy things at home when I was a child, and I can hold it."

But his hand was stopped by another larger blue palm.

"No one knows how to eat and drink better than me." Fatty Xin touched his mouth and looked at the bowl of mushroom soup with a drooling face: "Actually, I wanted to drink it a long time ago. I just considered the risk, so I didn't do it... But now If you have a reason to drink, then don’t grab it with me."

"Meow!" Edamame bravely asked.

"It's not a question of contention." Xiao Xiao helped his glasses, and denied Fatty Xin's idea of ​​"swallowing it alone": "Like Nikita just said, if there are certain substances in the soup... Soup people can find their way home, so we must drink a little bit for everyone."

"I think I should be able to find five...no, nine bowls." Jiang Yu touched his pocket, looking a little uncertain. In addition to the five hunters of the Yougui Hunting Team, there are Zhu Si, Zhu Zhu, Nikita and Edamame with a total of nine mouths.

"Meow!" Greyhound called twice again.

Zheng Qing noticed the voice of Maodou.

"Do you want to drink these soups?" He looked at the dog with some surprise, and Mao Dou quickly wagged his tail and gave an affirmative answer. The wizard glanced at his companions hesitantly, then looked at the gurgling crucible, and finally nodded: "...then leave it to you."

After getting permission, the edamame immediately rushed to the cauldron, ignoring the orange flame, sticking his tongue straight into the mushroom soup, and licking.

Fatty Xin shrugged and gave up the idea of ​​grabbing soup with the dog.

"Aren't you afraid that people who didn't drink the soup won't go back?" Nikita who was sitting on the steps yelled.

"I was still a little worried," Zheng Qing looked at the banshee with a sincere face: "But after hearing what you said, I suddenly felt that it should be a good thing not to drink..."

The voice did not fall.

Just listening to the sound of'puff', a thick antennae emerged from the dog's left shoulder blade, like a proliferating arm, covered with hideous washing dishes, and the greasy mucus slowly followed the pale red skin. Trickle down.

The young wizards screamed, and stepped back in unison. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

As if he heard Zheng Qing's scream, the dog was'meowing', turning his head, revealing a pair of bright red eyes-a short layer of granulation has floated around the eye sockets, like a living creature, squirming randomly.

Although looking back, it did not stop the dog from continuing to'drink soup'.

Because it did not know when it protruded a bright red tube under its neck, into the dark crucible, and was gurgling out the mushroom soup from the pot.

The mushroom soup decreases rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye. Those fat mushroom slices were also torn apart by the fine teeth on the meat tube, and they were swallowed into the stomach together with the clear soup.

With the reduction of mushroom soup, and with the tentacles popping out of the dog's body, corners of the mouth and eye sockets, the edamame became thinner and thinner. You can almost clearly see each of its ribs and the dense blood vessels attached to the bones.

Zheng Qing even suspected that he heard the gurgling blood in his veins.

"They are thin and thirsty," Xiao Xiaomeng's mutter echoed in Zheng Qing's ears: "It seems that the evil of the whole world is concentrated in their thin bodies... razor-sharp teeth, scarlet eyes, And the undulating pale blue skin...they are the offspring of Noth Idik, the stench of Kusuen, they howl forever in the vortex of that terrible Azatus...Yes, these hunters from far away , Is the Tindalus Hound."

The young hunters of the Yougui Hunting Team subconsciously posed for battle, watching the group of gray shadows struggling between smoke and light blue in front of the cauldron vigilantly.

It was Nikita, who put away the laughing expression on his face, looking at the squirming shadow with a serious expression.

Zheng Qing can now confirm the effect of that pot of mushroom soup.

The pot of soup purifies the blood of the edamame in a fantastic way, making it more like a real Tindalus hound.