Hunting College

"There is such a boy,

　　 A strange boy who turns into a cat.

　　 One day, he lost his shadow.

　　 They told him,

　　The shadow went far, far away,

　　 across continents and oceans,

　　 across the starry sky and the future,

　　 very far, very far away..."

　　 In the desolate night, a black cat wandered forward with its tail curled up, singing a song.

The sky above its head is surrounded by five spheres of light of various sizes. The small ones are not far from the mouth of the black cat. The large ones are several feet in diameter, hundreds of meters above the ground, just like one being picked. Falling stars.

　　 These large and small spheres of light float in mid-air, circling along their respective orbits, sprinkling a spot of silver and white brilliance, and illuminating the black cat for several miles.

　　 And the black cat picks and chooses within these few miles, and chooses an appropriate path.

　　 The old lich was crying and walked hundreds of meters in front of the black cat, acting as its guide. If the old lich knew that he would provide advice to Zheng Qing, he would be thrown out as a bait and a pathfinder, it would surely close its mouth early.

　　 It’s just that it’s too late when it wakes up, and there is no regret medicine in the world to sell-there is no wizarding world, let alone this desolate black hell.

　　 As for the rest of the adventure team.

Zheng Qing, Jiang Yu, and Zhu Si are just a few miles away from behind the black cat, rubbing against the edge of the light-shrouded area of ​​the'Bubi Xiaoxing', Jiang Yu holds a hundred grass candle in his hand, and Zheng Qing holds the talisman in his arms and is vigilant. From left to right, Zhu Si climbed on Jiang Yu's back for a while and lay on Zheng Qing's shoulder for a while, replacing the burnt-out Armour Talisman for the two from time to time.

　　 There is a magical aura that hides a few people from a hundred grass candles, and there is the outer spirit aura from the rune gun, and the black cat and the old lich in front of him under the starlight are used as bait. Zheng Qing has every reason to believe that he is relatively safe now.

　　 But it is the so-called "be prepared for danger in times of peace".

　　 Especially in the dark world, the so-called safety is nothing more than the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, the foam that breaks at the touch of a touch. This made Zheng Qing more cautious, worrisome, and even less words.

　　 And Jiang Yu, perhaps out of the reservedness of girls, is also very quiet; Zhu Si is even more alone, accustomed to being quiet.

　　Under various factors, the rear team composed of these three people did not have the excitement of a cat and a demon front army.

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 Zheng Qing listened to the sparse singing of the night breeze, and looked at the black cat leaping among the rugged rocks, he couldn't help but think of the Sanyou Bookstore That yellow raccoon.

　　 Maybe this black cat can become good friends with that yellow raccoon.

　　 Thinking of the yellow raccoon, Zheng Qing thinks of Mr. Wu again.

Then I remembered the few small stoves that Mr. Wu had opened for himself this semester, remembered the huge standing mirror that connected the fantasy dreamland, remembered the thrilling dreamland journey not long ago, the young wizard couldn't help but glance at what he was holding. Zhu Si in Jiang Yu's arm.

　　 Perceiving the boy's gaze, the little witch glanced at him suspiciously, with a sweet smile on her face.

　　 Zheng Qing's heart moved slightly and turned to look at Jiang Yu.

　　 "What day is today?"

　　 He asked nonchalantly.

　　 The witch glanced at him, pondered for a few seconds before repliing: "Saturday."

　　 "Saturday."

　　 Zheng Qing sighed deeply: "In theory, the school museum we only went to last night... but it feels like it was half a lifetime ago."

"Although time is the most commonly used measure by wizards, it does not mean that wizards will be fettered by time linearity." The witch softly comforted: "At a certain stage of magic research, time and matter will become a concept... just like We don't care about the boundary between ice and fire, and the wizard's observation of time will slowly become blurred."

　　 The wizard nodded thoughtfully, convinced.

　　 But this is not what he wants to discuss.

"If I remember correctly," Zheng Qing coughed slightly, skipping the arduous philosophical discussion just now, and told the witch about one thing he just remembered: "There are two Mays this year... the first one in early June. The weekend is the second May of this year."

　　 "Leap May." Jiang Yu replied immediately, stopped, and then asked, "Is there any problem?"

　　 "Mr. once told me a prophecy."

Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell the witch: "Mr. told me that on the first weekend of early June and the second May, the lines of fate are intertwined, sentient beings return to their place, the starry sky returns to the starry sky, and the distant return to hometown. The hostile face-to-face, blood permeated."

　　 After that, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden, and he was much lighter.

　　 It was quiet all around.

　　 Except for the black cat wailing and howling in the distance, he could only vaguely hear the faint rustle of the two walking.

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 a short while.

　　 The witch tilted her head and glanced at him: "It's over?"

"that's it."

　　 Zheng Qing curled his lips, glanced across the dead wilderness around him, and asked softly: "What do you think?"

　　 "Mr. is a very powerful wizard, the predictions he gave are naturally not aimless."

Jiang Yu did not answer Zheng Qing’s question head-on, but immediately grasped the most critical part of the prophecy: “But it sounds like a reminder or a warning, rather than making you resist fate. I’m a little curious, Why is this prophecy made? This point is very important. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 Zheng Qingmo held the rune spear in his arms, remembered for a moment, and then whispered:

　　 "It was the first time I passed through that magic mirror, entered the world in the mirror, and saw Zhu Si."

　　 Hearing her name, the little witch raised her head, revealing a trace of memory: "Um...that was a long, long time ago, I can't remember it clearly."

　　 Her tone didn't blame at all, but Zheng Qing would rather be beaten by the fat.

He squeezed an ugly smile on his face. After a while, he spoke again, but he felt that his voice was like running out of toothpaste. He tried his best to squeeze it out: "...I hoped that Mr. could help bring Zhu Si out at the time, but Mr. said Not yet time."

　　 "Old men are always intimidated when facing fate. It's not you to blame."

Zhu Si stood on tiptoe and patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder. The little adult said with relief: "I didn't listen to them, so I sneaked into the mirror... Then I was hung up and beaten by the little **** of Destiny, with a broken head. Blood flow, dizziness, almost lost myself."

　　 She seemed to find her analogy very interesting, and she laughed twice.

　　 The laughter spread far in the night, and even the black cat singing in front couldn't help but glance back at them.

　　 Zheng Qing tugged at the corner of her mouth, feeling a bit sore at the tip of her nose.

　　 The more open-minded the little witch, the heavier his guilt-if he chooses to take risks earlier, and earlier, Zhu Si may be able to leave the mirror world completely.

　　 instead of being like this, leaving only an obsession between the ghost and the shadow.

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