Hunting College

The dark clouds rolled over the head, as if the waves crashing on the ground, suffocating.

A light white streamer cut through the night, shredded the thick black clouds, and landed on the open space in front of the Hell Castle. There was a heavy crackling sound from the guardian knights swinging their spears in the wind.

In the extreme distance, you can vaguely see the red light of stars, flashing in the darkness, like shooting stars in the night sky. It was a prisoner wandering in the dark prison, sneaking out the gleam of underground magma.

Su Shijun held his arms, standing in front of the huge French window, frowning, looking at the monotonous and depressing scenery outside the window.

The large cloak fell on the carpet, concealing her slender figure, and blocking two prying eyes.

Milton and William stood on the right and left, standing behind the witch, showing their courtesy, not caring about the witch's indifference. In this regard, Su Shijun is also a little helpless, she can't always take the eyes of the two members of the parliament in the next few months because of this trivial matter.

Compared with the buzzing noise in the ear, the witch cares more about the atmosphere in the dark prison.

She always felt that in addition to the darkness, there was an inexplicable sense of restraint in this world, which was slowly recovering, and it was increasing over time.

Let her have a feeling of small bugs falling into the spider web.

From just arriving in the black prison to the present, this sense of restraint has become stronger and stronger.

The four foxtails behind her were so intense that the four foxtails behind her were tense and solid. The intuition from the great wizard reminded her in the sea of ​​knowledge to keep her away from this world. The witch did not know whether this intuition was due to the black prison or because War is about to break out.

"The peace before the storm."

Su Shijun felt the dignity in the air, tightened the cloak tightly, and sighed softly, looking into the darkness with a trace of worry, worrying about the trouble in the school museum.

I don't know if the leaked breath of the alien world has been blocked, and the lost students have returned to school.

Especially in the latter case, after she was enlisted by the school to enter the black prison, only an irresponsible boy could take care of Poseidon, but he ran to the dreamland at this critical moment!

Thinking of this, the witch had an urge to gritted her teeth, wishing to curl up the stinky boy with her tail and beat her on the ground seventeen or eight times.

It's best to break his bones and teeth.

Thinking of this, the witch's mood suddenly became refreshed, and even the sense of depression that came from outside the window was relieved.

...

It is different from Su Shijun, who has a solemn expression.

Milton Cullen was wondering how to please the goddess at the moment. He was standing behind the witch, chatting with William Tubot'happily', boasting of their heroism and bravery on the hunting ground, and showing off their hunting. Obtained. From time to time, he also belittles his opponent and strikes at his position in the witch's heart.

It's just that Su Shijun's reaction has always been indifferent, as if he didn't care about how he killed a mastiff during the hunt in Sanwei Mountain, turning its beautiful fur into a precious cloak.

Until he heard the witch's low sigh: "...the peace before the storm."

The vampire glanced out the window, feeling the repression in the air, and felt a little stunned.

"Before the storm?"

Milton was very fortunate to have a deep conversation with his father before joining the war. At this moment, he was able to catch the witch's words. He glanced at William Tubot, who looked a little confused, and a sense of pride suddenly rose in his heart, and then moved forward slightly. After taking a small step, he raised the wine glass in his hand, and smiled reservedly: "No, the storm has come... It's just that the raindrops fell on a place that you and I cannot see, and the storm is raging in an area that you and I cannot feel. ."

After saying this, Mr. Vampire gave himself a big praise from the bottom of his heart.

What a beautiful and poetic sentence.

Contains many rhetorical techniques such as metaphor, parallelism, reference, etc., transforming the originally **** and violent reality into a soft artistic conception like a clear spring stream-this kind of exquisite method is definitely not the smelly wolf cub can do Arrived-thinking of this, the pale face of Mr. Senator from Karen's house has a hint of red, as if he was intoxicated by the wine in his hand.

William glanced at the vampire sullenly, not to be outdone, and moved a small step forward.

Su Shijun rolled his eyes in his heart.

But she realized that Milton had something else to say, so she grabbed a somewhat grumpy foxtail, stroked it comfortably, frowned, and glanced at the vampire: "It's already started?"

With that, she subconsciously glanced at the gloomy darkness outside the window, trying to expand her perception.

But no matter how she bundled her divine consciousness and swept most of the black prison, she did not capture any shadow of war. Including above the clouds and below the magma.

On the contrary, there were a few prisoners crawling in the darkest corner of the prison, feeling the tiny but vast divine thought, opened their blood-red eyes, and greedily sucked the fluctuations of the witch's mind from the cool wind.

Jun Su Shi retracted his gaze and looked at Milton again: "The war has begun?"

Her tone was full of doubts, but did not make the opposite Mr. Vampire feel a trace of pressure. On the contrary, he was very satisfied with the look the witch looked at him, with a hint of curiosity in the purity, just like the crystal clear wine in the glass, emitting a command. The breath of intoxication.

"We have not received any news of the war," William Tubot refused to let Milton be the first, unceremoniously questioning: "If the war has already started, Shi Hui can't let us stay calm and stable. In the lounge."

If it weren't for competition, Milton would just like to award this wolf cub a heavy medal!

"Cough," Mr. Vampire raised his wine glass and coughed slightly, with a reserved smile on his face: "It's not to blame you...you are still young."

As he said, he raised his glass to Su Shijun: "Especially you, Su Su."

Su Shijun snorted, UU read www. Uukanshu.com held down the second restless foxtail, and at the same time vowed to herself that if the vampire in front of him couldn't give a satisfactory explanation, she would definitely interrupt his two small fangs!

"...You are still young," Milton said in a tone peculiar to an old-school wizard: "Most of the time, I stay in the sanctuary and the laboratory, practice or do experiments. The only knowledge about war is books...let me guess Guess, have you never studied any books about magical wars except "The Great History" by Wizard Education Press?"

The witch gave the vampire a sideways look.

Indeed, she has spent most of her life studying. The only few battles she has ever participated in, she was either in a state where she was absolutely crushing the opponent, or there were elders swept behind her, and the scale of the battle was very small, which could not be called at all. war.

But this kind of timid remark cannot be said in front of other Senators.

"Fighting and killing are barbarians," Su Shijun raised his chin slightly proudly, revealing a beautiful neck: "The ancestor said, my task is to keep going on the wizarding road and go further. "

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