Hunting College

"When are you going to sleep!!!"

The yellow beaver's roar was accompanied by the silt in his chest and exhaled, roaring out like a hurricane, the scraped bookstore doors and windows banged, and several silverfish that had just crawled out of the book to search for food were also torn by the hurricane's tail. Got to be shattered.

It's just that the hurricane was less than five meters away from the cat, and it turned into a breeze, cleverly rolling the curls, brushing the red clay teapot on the small stove, and blowing away the mist that just came out of the teapot's mouth.

By the stove, Mr. Wu, who was napping, was awakened by the roar of the tabby cat, and opened his eyes in a daze, "What? Is the tea ready? Let's cook a little longer... No hurry, no hurry."

"Tea! Tea! Tea!!!"

"Is it time to care about the teapot now?!" The mad cat stood up, his tail straight behind him, as if he was holding a spear, poking it in the air: "The sky has broken a big hole! The island in the heart of the lake! That little tower also exploded! Don't you care about it at all?!"

Mr. Wu squinted his eyes again, chuckled his mouth, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, twisted his **** comfortably on the soft sofa, and muttered, as if he was talking in a dream:

"It's exploded... and it's not that it's never been exploded. If it's exploded, it's being repaired... Anyway, the school buys insurance and pays so much money every year... As the saying goes...not broken...yawn...not standing..."

When he said the last sentence, he yawned heavily, causing the tabby cat who was standing on the window sill to be angrily unable to contain it. Then he yawned, and the tail behind him drooped softly.

"Where is Nicholas? What about the Dark Council? Do you care about these?" The yellow lily lifted his eyelids reluctantly to curb the heavier sleepiness: "And that stinky boy, is it okay to throw him into the black prison?"

The answer was Mr.'s long grunt.

Vaguely, it seemed to hear someone chanting a poem in its ear: "...how many monsters, incarnate as Zhong Kui, Mo Naihe; but the three-foot dragon spring is here, looking back everywhere, it is shocking..."

The voice was faint and became inaudible.

The yellow raccoon may have understood the charm of the poem, or maybe it hasn't. It makes no difference. It only knows that Mr. Wu, after surpassing the ancient wizards, is unconsciously cutting off the various causes and effects with this world, and it does not want him to leave like this, so it has been working hard to run around, wanting those threads to tie him tighter. some.

But it also knew that what it did was in vain.

It just missed the days when two people snored together.

Just like it is now.

Huh, huh.

The beige sunlight crossed the window sill, casting a touch of warm color, one end fell on the cat, the other fell on the gentleman, the subtle purring sound one after another, with the sunlight, trembling slowly.

...

The Rat Fairy shuddered and turned his head abruptly.

The wandering wizard glanced at it, followed the mouse fairy's gaze and looked back, but found nothing.

"What are you looking at?" The owner of the wandering bar retracted his gaze, refocused his attention on the wine glass in his hand, looked at the tiny light golden light spots that wandered in the glass, and said thoughtfully: "...this The golden shoots are slightly less when brewing the "little golden years"."

"Nothing." The mouse fairy ignored the wandering wizard's comments on the drinks, but grumbled and answered his previous question: "I just seemed to hear the cat snoring again...Did you hear it?"

In the last sentence, it was asking Fei Rui.

Fei Rui was anxiously climbing up and down a small arch, pacing back and forth.

"No! No! No! I didn't hear anything!"

It climbed to the top of the column on the left side of the arch, like a werewolf before a full moon rises, propped up its body, bent its forelimbs, grasped the air in vain with its claws, and opened its eyes wide, as if to squeeze out the eyeballs. Like:

"Why do you still have time to care about cats and wine!... Care about things that are not shit... The shadow of the black moon has been shining on the silent river! The black moon is all shining on the silent river!!"

As he said, it raised its head, pointed its paw at the mist-shrouded **** opposite the mountain, and screamed repeatedly for the third time: "The black moon has shone on the silent river! When will the bone frame really move!!"

"I'm talking about ‘really’ moving!"

"Rather than being like a dementia patient with a cerebral infarction, only his little fingers can twitch twice!"

"Are we going to wait until both sides of the black prison are finished, and the school's guardian circle is reactivated before going out? Are you planning to face the furious No. 1 university directly after going out?"

"Do you want to extract something to eat from his feces after the mist pulls out the ‘xuan yellow feces’?! I’m Ratkolang! Not Shikolang!”

"If you keep on playing, I won't play!"

"I want to go back! I want to find the principal! I want to kneel in front of his boots~www.readwn.com~ kiss the toe of his shoes! I want to take the initiative to press a bamboo dragonfly on the forehead to show the stinky boy in the air to Zheng Qing Ballet! I will continue to climb up and down the heating pipes of his house and listen to him changing my name three times a month!!!"

"Me! No! Accompany! You! People! Play! It's!"

After Fei Rui shouted his last words hoarsely, he finally took a breath. It's just that its roar still echoed in the valley between the two mountains, stirring the surrounding clouds, revealing the figure of the'Ju Zero Three' who was climbing on the opposite hillside.

The mouse fairy and the wandering wizard slanted their eyes at the same time, and looked at the fat Rui who had shrunk to the size of a ping-pong ball because of excessive discouragement.

Staring at it grows and shrinks like a pufferfish with endocrine disorders.

For a long while.

The wandering wizard raised his wine glass, took a sip, and then continued to shake his head: "...the nutmeg is a little bit too much, and the taste of the wine can't suppress the spicy."

The Rat Fairy stood on tiptoe, stretched out his arm, and comfortably patted the little mouse hanging on the top of the column: "...That yellow lily is much more powerful than bullshit. We are not its opponents, so we stayed there all the time. Here, isn’t it? Of course, of course, it’s not your fault...you just need to be patient and then patient."

Hearing the reaction of the two companions, Fei Rui became more frustrated and discouraged, and the whole rat was about to shrink into a dried walnut.

"The war is not finished in a day." The clouds and mist on the mountainside stirred, and Dr. Dozem's tall and thin figure stepped over the flowing mist and slowly appeared in front of the three partners: "Especially the war involving high-level wizards... we still There is ample margin."

"The Sage's Stone has been installed, and we need to give Ju 03 a little more time to adjust."

"After all, He slept for too long, too long."