Hunting College

　　 "Crack!"

　　 Zheng Qing whispered in pain, rubbing the shin bone that was about to break with one hand, and rubbing the ground with the other. He felt that when he just fell off, he seemed to have hit something.

　　 The parachute woven by magic vines turned into strands of magic when he landed, disappearing into the endless night of the black prison.

　　 Soon, Zheng Qing knew that the previous feeling was not an illusion.

　　 When he fell, he did hit something.

　　 And the status quo of that ‘thing’ may be worse.

　　 Because he touched a wet liquid with a hint of warmth. The young wizard hesitated, rubbing the warmth with his fingertips, leaning under his nose, and sniffing.

　　 with the unique smell of monsters.

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is blood.

　　 and it’s the blood of a demon.

　　 In other words, when he fell from the sky, he killed a monster? Zheng Qing flashed this slightly ridiculous but conclusive idea in his mind, once again stretched out his hand into the warmth, and touched aside.

　　 Body still twitching, stubble bones, hard and upturned fangs, rough hair.

　　 Then he touched a pool of something a bit like tofu flower.

Zheng Qing swallowed and tried to block his next thought. Although he had killed many monsters, it was the first time such a disgusting way of killing was. He wiped his hands on the corners of his robe indiscriminately, wanting He got up, but forgot that he had just hurt his leg, he let out a painful cry, and sat down again.

　　 slap.

　　 Zheng Qing has a picture of a bowl of tomato egg drop soup forming in his mind.

　　 This time, he was convinced that he was sitting on a **** of demon blood, and maybe even some demon brain flowers.

　　 "Damn Merlin!"

　　 The young public servant cursed in a low voice, and was about to say something more, abruptly, from the corner of his eye he caught a few scarlet spots, and was quietly rubbing from behind him diagonally.

"do not move!"

The wizard subconsciously sat up straight and yelled. His fingers had already pulled the trigger of the runegun, and the muzzle was hovering between the scarlet points. He didn't know whether he was aiming at the opponent's head or between the two monsters. The gap, because those scarlet eyes are always drifting in the dark, so he can only constantly move the muzzle to ensure a deterrent to those who do not have good intentions.

　　 Maybe because of his firm attitude.

　　 Maybe it's just because of the terrifying breath from the rune gun.

　　 Those few scarlet stops not far from Zheng Qing, like small hanging lanterns.

　　 The wizard sat on the ground, rubbed back, and stared right and left from the corner of his eyes, lest there were other demons who had overwritten it. At the same time, he pressed his other hand on the book, carefully flipping the pages of the book, trying to find a suitable spell.

　　 "Sigh...cough cough,"

　　 A rough voice coughed twice, and asked in a very weird voice in a low voice: "...new here?"

"Ok?"

　　 Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows. This was not like the way a monster and a wizard greeted him. He felt the silky greasiness between his fingers and the choking smell on his body, and he suddenly had a little guess.

　　 "How do you know." The wizard asked rhetorically with his thick throat, and also lowered his voice.

　　 There were a few chuckles from the other side, obviously from several different demons, their voices were lighter and heavier, the only thing in common was that they also suppressed their voices very low.

"Because your eyes are still very bright," the rough voice explained briefly: "The kind of brightness with the brilliance of the outside world... Of course, if you stay here a little longer, the light under your eyes will be damned sooner or later. The night is swallowed up."

　　 Zheng Qing blinked, only then did he remember that his eyes were congested again because of the overflow of the Forbidden Curse. Coupled with the blood and brain of the dead monster, it is not surprising that the opponent mistakenly thought it was a monster.

"It's still very fragrant!" Another demon twitched his nose vigorously, with an urgent impulse that couldn't be concealed in his tone: "You still have the tender and delicious taste of little wizards... You just ate a little bit outside. Wizard? Where did you eat it? The bones are not crispy? What sauce do you use for little wizards now? We used to dip in mandala flower sauce in those days..."

　　 "Ahem!" The first voice coughed vigorously twice, seeming to feel that his partner's performance was a bit embarrassing: "It's just been a long time since it has touched the outside world..."

　　 "No, it's okay." Zheng Qing replied smoothly, and at the same time silently scooped up more monster blood and brains from the ground, and painted more fully on his body.

　　 "Boss, I'm hungry!"

　　 In the darkness came the sucking sounds of other demons, and the scarlet little lanterns became dizzy: "It looks really delicious!!"

　　 Zheng Qing seemed to be able to see the saliva in their mouths slowly falling along their fangs, corroding small smoking pits among the hard gravel.

　　 He immediately shook the rune spear in his hand in warning.

　　 A few ‘red lanterns’ swayed and slowly moved back a little.

"Don't get me wrong." The first demon's voice sounded again, but this time there was a little more threat in its voice: "My brothers are talking about the dead guy next to you... it's a traitor to the race. Hidden food privately...As usual, we need to dispose of its body...if you don't mind."

　　 Zheng Qing did not answer it immediately.

　　 Because he finally found a suitable spell on the book.

　　 His fingertips are pressed on the page number of the book. Although he can't read a word because of the weather, every match of the curse in the book page is clearly printed in his mind:

　　 "Biyue is not a micro~www.readwn.com~ this day is not a micro!"

　　 The whispered curse sounded in this lonely world, which seemed particularly abrupt.

　　 This is a lighting spell taught to him by Jiang Yu. Compared with ‘Bie Bi Xiaoxing’, although the lighting effect of this spell is not flexible enough, it has stronger battery life and consumes less magic power, which is very suitable for the situation at this moment.

　　 Accompanied by Zheng Qing's curse, an extremely dim fluorescent light lit up.

　　 Immediately, a huge mushroom head was dug out from the fluorescent light, and after looking around, he tried to pull out its slender body, swayed out of the book, and took root in the gravel.

　　 With the first, there is the second.

　　 After a while, dozens of slender tan plants lined up neatly around the wizard, opened their umbrellas, and swayed in the cold night wind.

　　 Xu has never seen such a spell. The scarlet eyes on the opposite side stepped back, and the leading demon whispered, "What are you doing?"

　　 "I want to get to know you." The wizard replied in a friendly manner.

　　 Before the words fell, a cloud of moonlight emerged from the heads of those tan-like plants, like soap bubbles, swaying into the air, and then slammed to pieces, and the cold moonlight was scattered everywhere.

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