Hunting College

　　 "I hate your cold and slippery little friends." The banshee glanced at him, a charming smile on the corner of her mouth, but her voice was cold: "And all the ugly things."

　　 The banshee who appeared abruptly on the deck had black hair and blood eyes. She was tall and wrapped in a wide black robe. Only a little bright red lips and a white neck were exposed under her hood.

　　 She seemed to be carrying something on her back, propping up the robe behind her, making the golden logo on the robe very conspicuous.

The main body of the 　　 logo is a golden I character, and there are two exquisite skulls on the left and right recesses of the I character. Any monster with a slight climate recognizes this sign.

　　 This is the mark of the Lich King.

　　Only the inheritors of the Lich King's line can use this mark.

　　 In the eyes of wizards, demons are the same demons.

　　 blood red eyes, dark heart.

　　 is like a wizard in the eyes of a monster, they are all the same wizard, flesh and blood exudes fragrance, and soul contains essence.

　　 But differences are always everywhere.

　　 In the Wizarding League, there are the Wizard Council and the Moon Council.

　　 In the world of monsters, the spheres of influence of several monster kings are also very distinct.

　　 Black Ship is a subordinate of the Sea Monster King.

　　 The banshee who just boarded the ship belongs to the Lich King.

　　 Harry, who was sleeping in the sun on the recliner, had already rolled down the cabin. The "Ms. Blossoming" in his hand had long since disappeared, replaced by a bouquet of bright and dripping roses.

　　 "What can I do for you, charming lady." He knelt in front of Nikita on one leg, with a decent smile on his face and bright red eyes as brilliant as rubies.

　　 If he can clean the saliva from the corners of his mouth, it will be perfect.

　　 "Put on your robe and talk to me!" The banshee raised her head proudly, her voice full of disdain.

　　 For the lich, the robe is the most basic respect.

　　 Whether it is the pink polo shirt or the white and green beach pants, it is difficult for the banshee to feel Harry's sincerity.

　　 "This expression is so cute!" Harry firmly grasped the rose in his hand, and slowly tightened it, and strands of dark green mixed with magenta juice flowed out between his fingers. His bright red eyes showed the color of desire, as if a crazy artist saw a rare treasure: "Lovely wants to eat you!"

　　Nikita didn't pay attention to Harry's crazy babble, she walked lightly, bypassing the **** who was on one knee in front of her, and rushed straight into the cabin.

　　 "Oh! Little fairy. Before educating others to respect, how about learning politeness." The blond young man was stuck in the door of the cabin sometime, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, looking at her with his eyes raised.

　　 For some reason, a small wind blew over the sea, and the robes on the banshee's body were hunting and hunting, wrapping her wonderful body tightly.

　　 The things on her back also showed a clearer outline.

　　 seems to be a child.

　　 The blond youth narrowed his eyes.

　　 A lich carrying a child on his back wants to see the captain. This kind of thing happened to a monster. You know, for the monster, the only advantage of the larvae is that the meat is tender and smooth.

　　 He licked the corner of his mouth.

　　 The corners of the banshee's robe moved slightly, and a dark red book of Dharma revealed the shell of gold thread.

　　 "I'm in a hurry." The banshee raised her head, revealing a pair of charming big eyes, her dark red eyes gleaming dangerously in the bright sunlight.

　　 The blond young man chewed the cigarette in his mouth and slowly chewed the golden shredded tobacco.

　　 He didn't reply, but his breath became longer.

　　 On the main mast, the brawny man in the suffering posture moved his head slightly, as if he was a little angry.

　　 "We have time, beauty!" Behind her, Harry's slick voice sounded again: "What's more, the little guy behind you smells better than you."

　　 The voice is very close, as if close to the ear.

　　 Banshee did not look back.

　　 She heard a long inhalation sound hovering behind her neck, endless, as if endless.

　　 The cold breath spreads from behind with this inhalation sound, ready to swallow her at any time.

　　 The predecessors of the Lich have said that the Sea-Monster King’s men are a group of mobs who have just escaped from animality, bloodthirsty and irrational.

　　 Now, Nikita feels that this summary is not complete.

　　 She thinks it is necessary to add one more thing: These mobs are still rude guys, and have no tolerance or patience for ladies.

　　 She knew that if she didn't explain something, she would have a hard time getting into the cabin that was close at hand.

　　 The little man on his back shrank.

　　 She no longer hesitated.

　　 "She is from the black prison." Nikita stretched out his hand and stroked the child behind him, and said this softly.

　　 "Cough cough cough." The blond young man seemed to be choked by the tobacco he was chewing. He stroked his chest, arched his waist, coughing frantically, not caring that his waist and abdomen were exposed to the enchanting vision of the female demon.

　　 "Boom!" The strong man hanging from the mast broke free from the rope that bound him, and slammed heavily on the deck. The black ship shook violently a few times, swaying waves of the calm sea.

　　 The cold breath behind him also disappeared without a trace. Nikita could even clearly feel Harry suffocating, flushing his face, carefully pulling away from him.

　　 There is a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth.

　　A banshee always knows when to surprise everyone.

　　……

　　 "Come in." A gentle, but slightly nasal voice came from the cabin.

　　 Pushing aside the blond young man who was bent over and coughing wildly in front of him, Nikita lowered himself and got into the dark cabin.

　　 In the sky, the big bird that had hovered for a long time chirped and fluttered away.

　　 "It's her!" The burly man touched his bald head and asked hoarsely.

　　 The blond youth is still coughing.

　　 Hari squinted and watched the big bird go away until it turned into a black spot and disappeared into the blue background.

　　 He knew that the strong man was talking about Nikita.

　　 He also knew what the brawny meant. He was asking if the big bird that had watched the black ship for three days was looking for Nikita.

　　 This big bird is the eyes of wizards. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　 Eyes will divert their eyes only when they see what they want to see.

　　 "This kind of thing, you can only ask the captain." Harry fumbled out his own "Ms. Dodo", fanning the wind, grinning at the strong man, and replied smoothly.

　　……

　　 Going down the sloping stairs to the cabin, Nikita was a little dazed.

　　 Same as the color of this ship, the cabin is also dark, and the space looks very small and cramped, it can hardly accommodate much.

　　 This is a bit far from the spacious and luxurious hall she expected.

　　 Whether it was the years when she was a wizard or the days when she fell into a demon, in her impression, she had rarely seen such a narrow space. Wizards and demons with slightly superior abilities always have various ways to expand their space and create a comfortable environment for themselves.

　　 She blinked and quickly adjusted to the dim light in the cabin.

　　 Not far from the entrance of the stairs is a thick wooden pillar. It is estimated that it is the main mast of the black ship. A few wooden boxes were randomly stacked under the pillars, and a wine barrel with an iron ring rolled down by the corner of the wall. The lid of the wine barrel was opened and the inside was empty.

　　 The banshee's slender eyebrows are frowning together.

　　 She felt the child on her back trembling.

　　 She reached out her hand and patted comfortably.

　　 "The boat is a bit old, it will be a little bit old." A gentle voice came from the bottom left, and Nikita was surprised to find that there was still a small light on the dark bottom of the boat.

　　 There is a net of iron fence directly above the light. The bright sun penetrates the gaps of the steel bars and penetrates into the dark cabin, leaving a bright color, and it also makes the shadow on the left side against the bulkhead even darker.

　　 That gentle voice came from the darkness.