Hunting College

A damp breath penetrated into the nose.

Zheng Qing shuddered and opened his eyes.

In the line of sight is a thin white mist, criss-crossing branches, and a golden moon in the dark sky. Below him, a force of cold air has passed through the loose robes, conveying a deep chill.

What time is it now?

Where am I!

He struggled, got up, looked around in panic, and ran his hands on his body for a while, but he didn't find the familiar gray cloth bag. Even the amulet hanging on the neck and the badge pinned to the chest disappeared.

A feeling of uneasiness arose spontaneously.

He took a deep breath and let it out again slowly.

The exhaled air was like a white exercise, engulfing the moisture and coolness in the air, and rolled back into his lungs again.

He recognized the familiar scene before him.

In front is Linzhong Lake.

He is now standing at the end of the tree-lined stone road leading to the lake.

Under the moonlight, Linzhong Lake was quiet and silent.

In the distance is the sparkling water. A strange-looking water monster stretched out his long neck to explore the leaves of the ginkgo tree on the shore. On its back, a stout mermaid was shaking the reins boredly, and his eyes closed. open eyes.

The big flaming birds put their heads under their wings, clustered together, like a basket of hemp **** just out of the pot, with white mist still steaming above their heads.

On the shore, a few rockery stands quietly beside the bluestone road, and cast a heavy shadow on the ground by the moonlight.

He staggered and walked a few steps, feeling a little weightless, his hands and feet seeming to be unwilling, so he immediately reached out to support a plane tree by the side of the road.

The arm passed through the trunk without hindrance, causing him to stagger.

With both hands held in front of the eyes, through the light blue translucent skin, you can clearly see the curved bones, bulging muscles, and the interlaced thin blood vessels, as well as the white blood flowing in the blood vessels.

ghost? ghost? What's wrong with me?

With a mess in his mind, he trot, went straight to the lake, knelt on the ground and looked at the reflection in the lake.

A fuzzy face glowing with white light.

"Meow!"

The abrupt meow broke the tranquility of the lake, and also stunned the young wizard who was thinking about the lake.

He raised his head.

In the grass by the lake, a white kitten appeared high and low.

This kitten should have been born not long ago, and the lanugo on the back of the head has not yet faded, and it looks a little mottled. Standing in the grass, trembling, makes people feel pity.

Unlike this poor appearance, the kitten's two front paws were pressed against two more poor little guys.

The left paw presses on an intestinal boy, and the right paw presses on a frog with flower skin.

The kitten meowed, pushing its two paws, trying to provoke a fight between the two aquatic animals.

It's just that the enemy is now, whether it's a crab or a frog, they shrink their heads and curl up, trying their best to pretend to be half-dead.

This made the kitten gradually lose interest.

Suddenly, its ears trembled and its head lifted.

A black butterfly dangling over the cat's head, drifting towards the rockery not far away. The kitten immediately forgot the poor worm under his feet, jumped up, and started to catch the prey in the sky.

With a flick of its wings, the butterfly slid out of a circle lightly in mid-air, dodged the little furry claws, and finally landed on the towering rockery.

The kitten's big eyes narrowed, angrily sneezed two times, then followed the protruding rock, climbed up the towering rockery with great effort, and jumped at the butterfly.

The black butterfly didn't seem to have expected this situation at all, and looked a little sluggish under the sudden pounce, and it was overwhelmed by the furry cat's claw Tarzan before its wings even opened.

Zheng Qing looked at this cute little guy with a familiar feeling in his heart for some reason.

He couldn't help reaching out his hand.

Unsurprisingly, the palm of the hand passed through the kitten easily without a trace.

As if perceiving some movement, the kitten tilted its head, staring at the pure, pale green cat eyes, and looked over curiously.

"Ah, what a cute little thing!" A crisp female voice came from behind, shocking the young public servant.

His neck was squeezed back hard, and there was even an ominous creak in the joints.

A delicate face came into view.

Then she got closer and closer, and finally went straight through Zheng Qing's body.

A squishy sensation surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Before he could groan comfortably, a pungent burning sensation squeezed out from all directions, causing him to howl miserably and kneel on the ground.

"This is..." Zheng Qing raised his hands and looked at the burn marks on his palms, a chill rose in his heart.

When he turned around, panting heavily, the witch was squatting by the lake and washing her face.

Her whispered self-talk also drifted into the ears of the young wizard in the evening breeze.

"The boss said that witches are people who love to be clean."

"So wash your face frequently."

"He also said that, as a witch, you should always apply those cosmetics...until you pick yourself up with a fragrant smell.

"It's like aura aura... When a witch stands there, she will be enveloped by her fragrance within five meters... It is said that this is a passive skill. As long as the wizard walks into the fragrance range, the intelligence will be forced. Down by more than 30%."

"..."

The witch turned her back to Zheng Qing, and her voice gradually changed with the gurgling water.

From crisp, to muffled, then became muddy and hoarse.

Until the end, every word she said could hear sizzling noises, like a poor-quality radio, which made people distracted.

The cat's meow broke the witch's one-man show.

She raised her head in surprise and saw the cute little thing on the rockery.

"Are you still here?!... It's a bit troublesome."

The witch stood up, rubbed against the rockery, and stretched out her slender hand, stroking the little furry dumpling.

The kitten leaned softly, purring satisfyingly in his chest.

"Oh... the butterfly was broken by you, what should I do with you?" The witch's low-pitched voice seemed a little confused: "The boss said ~www.readwn.com~The school doesn't let you eat anything... No insects can eat."

The kitten rolled over, revealing a soft belly, groaning hoping to be scratched.

A vague reflection was reflected in its pure eyes.

"It's terrible..." The witch murmured, "The boss also said that I can't be seen washing my face...and I can't be seen...what a bad day."

Slender, white fingers ran across the kitten's neck, scratched, and then gently pulled.

Click it.

The kitten lay quietly on the spot, and there was no sound anymore.

The witch turned around.

The bystander collapsed to the ground in horror, his mouth wide open, like a fish in a rut.

In the moonlight, a tall figure faced him, his face was like a crescent moon, his face was pure porcelain, white and empty, with no facial features.