Hunting College

North Port of Beta Town.

On a long and narrow old street outside the forest market.

This is one of the oldest streets in the North District. The bluestone slabs on the streets have been blackened, covered with many large and small potholes, and slippery green moss climbs between the cracks of the stones.

Inside the street are street-facing shops of varying heights. Due to moisture invading, many of the wall coverings have already fallen off, revealing pale grout. On the outside of the street is a row of low guardrails, under the railings is a flood control dyke, and the silent river flows quietly under this dam, like a piece of green glass.

In the early morning, the pedestrians on the old street are sparse, and because of the proximity of the water, the street is still filled with a light mist, and it becomes more and more empty and lonely. Except for the patrolling wizards, all the guests are rushing.

But in this loneliness and rush, there is a young woman pushing a stroller forward slowly.

The young woman was about 20 years old, had black hair, fair skin, footsteps on wooden clogs, and was dressed in a wide black sleeve. This is very rare, because in the North District, it is rare to see such an elegantly dressed witch walking by This kind of shabby old street.

The small wheels of the stroller pressed through the small stone pits, making a rattling sound, accompanied by the squeaking sound of the witch clogs, which spread far in the morning mist.

Turning the corner, a hangover drunkard was holding a bottle of Siren Rum, staggering out of the morning mist.

He hummed a chaotic ballad that no one understood, and from time to time he raised his neck, gurgled a few spicy drinks, and then stared at the eyes that were boiled by the carnival and the drinks, staring at this piece of unattended him. world.

Clack clack.

The drunkard heard the strange sound, he followed the prestige, and the elegant young witch pushing the stroller came out of the fog, slowly walking towards him.

He shook his head and took a hard breath.

It seemed to smell a fragrant fragrance, which reminded him instantly of the girl who went into the grove with him more than ten years ago, remembering her smoothness, her warmth, and the nervous shaking of two people.

Another mouthful of Kraken rum lowered his stomach, and the wine entered his face reddened, burned his esophagus, warmed his stomach pouch, and then continued all the way down, making his lower abdomen hot.

Snapped!

He smashed the wine bottle heavily on the stone road, splashing a piece of fine glass. The drunkard stretched out his hand and stopped in front of the stroller to stop the black sleeves from continuing to move forward.

"Beauty, burp, accompany brother, drink, burp!"

He was yelling with his tongue out loud, and his voice spread far in the empty street: "Brother, hiccup, he is also a wizard soon! Hiccup!"

As he said, he patted the cloth pockets with a few frogs around his waist like a show off—this is almost already a standard feature for people in the North District. Whether it has been accepted by the Gini Hut or not, every North District citizen will prepare such a Pocket, and then stuff a few frogs into the bag.

After all, dreams are still necessary, if they come true.

The witch was frightened, pulled the armrest of the stroller, and subconsciously stepped back. At the same time, she whispered and looked around, as if expecting a passerby to help.

She screamed like a frightened kitten, and the drunkard had this idea inexplicably, and felt that the sip of rum was getting hotter in his stomach.

Following the witch's gaze, he looked around fiercely.

There were not many pedestrians in the morning mist, but there was a thin figure covered in a black robe not far away. He was looking here curiously. After noticing the drunkard’s fierce gaze, he seemed to feel scared and shrank. After returning to the corner, the trace was gone.

The drunkard feels more and more comfortable.

"Don't be afraid!" he yelled, pulling the stroller closer to him, and at the same time stretched out his hand to try to grab the witch's wrist: "Just drink a little wine...Go together, go together, hiccup!"

The witch whispered something, but because the voice was too low, the drunkard did not hear clearly. And she kept her head down, looking at the baby in the stroller, making it difficult to see her face.

"What did you say?" The drunkard leaned forward while tilting his head, trying to see the witch's face clearly.

The witch shrank back timidly, revealing a soft face, Liu Meiyue eyes, white teeth and red lips, and a sweet and pleasant voice:

"Do you want to be his father?"

This time, the drunkard finally heard what the witch said, and he was overjoyed: "I think! Yes! If you don't mind, I will be his father from now on!"

There was a hint of surprise in the witch's eyes, and she reached out and grabbed the drunkard's arm, her voice a little anxious: "Since you are also your child, you should hug him and kiss him."

The drunkard opened his mouth in confusion, always feeling that something seemed wrong.

But the beauty's request could not be refused. He leaned down obediently and put his head into the stroller, intending to smear the child's face casually.

The swaddle was tightly wrapped, showing only a pair of small dark eyes.

"I can't kiss him." The alcoholic murmured, "His face is too small."

"Untie the rope and you can kiss me." The witch's sweet voice sounded behind him.

The rope on the swaddle was untied, revealing the baby's fleshy cheeks and small mouth. Even a malicious drunkard couldn't help but open his mouth and smile after seeing this angelic little guy.

"It's beautiful," he admired.

"It's stinky," the child muttered, and stretched out his fleshy little hand from the swaddle to the alcoholic, while complaining: "This is junk food...will you have diarrhea after eating it."

Compared with the angel's beautiful face, his voice looked hoarse and deep, like a zombie just crawling out of the coffin.

Then in the drunkard’s horrified eyes, the little hands that stretched out from under the swaddle grew longer and longer, and the skin on the little hands went from the tender fingertips, the fat on the back of the hands, to the tight skin of the wrists, to the dry and thin arms. , Until the skinny anti-knuckles and fine white bristles are exposed.

And as the little hands got bigger and bigger, the other legs that were originally hidden under the baby also slowly slid out and opened, rushing to the back of the alcoholic~www.readwn.com~ and dragging him into the car. .

At the same time, the little guy opened his mouth, his fleshy cheeks were pulled and tightened by his jaw, and his small mouth opened to an incredible angle and continued to expand, even larger than his head.

The drunkard could see the mouth full of fangs in that big mouth, and the few traces of flesh and blood remaining between the recurved fangs.

"Help...help!!!"

He finally awakened to the monster he had encountered, screaming, struggling, trying to escape from the stroller.

But his feet were light, and a pair of catkins hugged his legs and stuffed him into the stroller. The drunkard can only use his hands to press against the railing of the car, while continuing to shout for help.

"There is no one around," the beauty's voice came from behind him, looking a little impatient: "The only passer-by was scared away by you... Don't struggle too hard, the blood has entered the meat, it tastes too strong... …Yeah!"

The beauty let out a scream.

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