Hunting College

The quiet night is like a spring, gurgling.

Linguo's black goat with horns had been unbound and put it on the lawn outside the promenade for supper.

The lawn by the lake is covered with various herbs such as clover, purslane, cornflowers, etc., among which there are many medicinal plants that play a certain role in herbal medicine. Compared with the pale grasses in the petting garden, the plants here are obviously more suitable for the taste of black goats.

Lin Guo was worried that this kind of stocking behavior would make the school work committee dissatisfied.

But Zheng Qing sneered at this: "Does the school work committee's response to your application ask you to restrict its behavior?"

Lin Guo blinked and shook her head.

"That's right... The law doesn't prohibit it. It's not necessary to put yourself in a cover at a young age." The young public-sponsored student patted the little wizard on the shoulder boldly, and said after turning his voice. Relatively speaking, I am more worried about whether there will be any danger in the lake... You know, those murlocs are always dishonest."

"It doesn't matter, my house is very powerful." Lin Guo seemed confident about this: "It can break a rock at one end, and it can drag a large cart!"

"Your little car is a thousand catties?" Zheng Qing glanced at him suspiciously.

But at the same time, he also relaxed.

After all, the lawn and the promenade are close together, and the goats are not far away. As long as they are within sight of the two, they are not afraid of the smelly murlocs or the gloomy long worms.

"No, it's Uncle Wang's early car on the pedestrian street. My Dahei can drag it..." Linguo explained while dragging a long wooden stick, trotting, and following Zheng Qing's pace.

As they spoke, they had already walked back and forth three or five times on their patrol section.

It was still a fruit forest full of light insects, and a sparkling lake. The only difference might be the starry sky above.

The starry sky tonight is very beautiful. Although Zheng Qing is not sure if he looks up and sees the real sky, it does not prevent him from feeling the vast and far-reaching depth.

The warm night breeze swept across the lake, brushed the treetops, and rustled the leaves, rushing towards him with stars, spots and dreams.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, and after a long while, he vomited heavily.

Then he fought a few cold wars.

"It's getting cold." He muttered, and glanced at the little wizard next to him.

Only then did he realize that Ling Guo had put on a high-necked sweater, bulging the white robe.

"I never understand why the school arranges night patrols," he stomped, tightening his robes, and complained: "This is the first university, on a big island... Is there anyone who doesn't have eyesight? Will the demon get lost and break in?"

"The school's arrangement must be reasonable." Linguo said, suddenly lowered her voice, and asked in a mysterious tone: "What is it like to kill a demon?"

"Huh?" Zheng Qing turned his head in a daze.

"I heard that you killed a lot of wild pheasants when you were a kid... What did it feel like killing wild monsters?" Linguo's tone was a little hasty: "The book says that hunting monsters will cause the smell of monsters to invade the wizard's body. The more the more, the more serious the invasion... Many liches are so depraved... Is your headache because you killed too many wild monsters as a child?"

"Who did you hear that!" Zheng Qing frowned, and kicked a kappa who sneaked up from the lake to the fence on the promenade to catch insects back onto the lawn.

Kappa's sharp little claws grabbed half of the fat spider, staring at the young wizard full of resentment, and finally spit out bubbles, slowly crawling back into the lake.

"Everyone said that!" Lin Guo leaned on the stick, her expression a little confused: "Didn't you get the Merlin Medal some time ago? Everyone said that you can defeat the wild monster in Damingfang because of previous practice. Many times...and your headache and fainting are the sequelae of killing too many wild monsters when you were a child..."

"What kind of messy statements!" Zheng Qing stood on tiptoe, and was holding a nestling that fell out of the nest back to the nest with the wooden stick in his hand. Hearing the words, his arm shook, almost causing the little nestling. Secondary injury.

"The hunters on the street all said that wizards hunting monsters are like eating raw food, which is easy to digest... Only the cooked monsters domesticated by the school will have no trouble after killing them." Ling Guo still stood behind him and said endlessly. With.

But his voice was soon drowned out by greater agitation.

At first, it was just the female bird who listened to the chirping of the little bird and continued to chatter, but because of night blindness, it only dared to stand in the nest and flap its wings.

Gradually, the other birds resting on the branches also rioted. From time to time, there were a few frightened little guys flapping their wings and fluttering between the treetops.

The riots were increasing. For a time, the sounds of birds, flapping wings, and the collision of treetops and leaves over the fruit forest mixed together, breaking the tranquility of the night.

The light bugs that originally hung on the tree and sucked the sap quietly converged the brilliance under the belly and pressed themselves tightly to the bark, lest the predators who had just been awakened would catch them. Tooth sacrifice.

Zheng Qing didn't care about investigating the source of the rumors in Lin Guo's mouth, and tried to raise his cane, trying to send the little bird to the nest to relieve the noise in his ears.

"Do you want to try the spell?" Linguo's voice also revealed a little nervousness.

The young public-funded student blushed.

He forgot that he is now a wizard.

After a few seconds, the bird was lifted by a vine with the thickness of a chopstick and slowly landed in the nest. But the mother's screams did not stop, but became more and more high.

She even arched the bird hard with her long beak, trying to push it down the nest again.

"What happened?" Zheng Qing raised his voice, looking confusedly at the completely chaotic order on the tree~www.readwn.com~Ling Guo did not speak, but pulled his robe hard.

"Don't make trouble, let me see if the big bird is injured..." Zheng Qing waved his hand, trying to break free of Linguo's small hand.

Then the little wizard pulled so tightly that he didn't even break free.

"Let..." Zheng Qing turned his head and swallowed the words behind immediately.

He understood why Linguo was still holding on to the corner of his robe.

A wild monster.

A wild monster with blood-red pupils, fluttering fangs and a hideous face, did not know when he appeared on the **** outside the promenade.

Linguo's black goat has retired vigilantly to the bushes beside the promenade, with tight legs, shrugging and bowing, revealing two thick, hard pitch-black hard horns.

He also knew why the birds in the fruit forest were panicking and flying around.