Hunting College

Zheng Qing saw his'red eyes' through the ice mirror condensed by Thomas.

To be precise, he saw one of his red eyes-not that both eyes turned red, but only his right eye turned red.

It's different from the gloomy scarlet of the demons; it's not the ruby-clear eyes of the little white rabbits.

Zheng Qing's right eye seemed to have been hit with a heavy boxing, and the whites of his eyes were covered with irregular blood clots, which looked rather miserable at first glance.

"It seems to be the hemorrhage under the ball caused by the rupture of the conjunctival blood vessel." Thomas wore silk gloves, carefully opened Zheng Qing's eyelids, and looked carefully, there was a string of mung bean-sized **** of light beating between his fingers.

Zheng Qing squinted his left eye and shrank his neck, letting Thomas push those bean-sized **** of light under his nose.

"Blink." When all the small **** of light were tucked under the eyelids, Thomas took off his silk gloves and asked, "Are there any abnormal feelings? Such as soreness, swelling, or tingling?"

"No... If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would not have noticed something wrong with my eyes." Zheng Qing frankly blinked, feeling that his right eye was soaked in a hot spring, very comfortable.

"It shouldn't be a big problem." Thomas sighed and turned to look at Zhang Yu: "Do you need to report to the professors?"

"I have just reported...it doesn't matter if there is a problem." The gray-haired assistant teacher smiled gently, turned to look at the two freshmen, and comforted: "The professors have already given preliminary opinions... If there is no accident, the two of you will be hospitalized by the school tonight."

"Be hospitalized again." Zheng Qing sighed.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have been lying in the hospital for several days last week.

"I feel like I can kill a cow now." He bent his arms and bulged his biceps, trying to convince the two assistants in front of him.

"Can we not stay in the hospital?" Ling Guo also protested from the side: "My homework for divination class has not been finished yet..."

"Divination class?" Thomas blinked, then raised his head, waved his hand, and yelled, "Professor Yi? Professor Yi!...The two of them said they wanted to do homework for divination, so they didn't want to be hospitalized..."

"I didn't say!" Zheng Qing immediately got anxious eyes.

"I didn't mean that..." Linguo was also a little dumbfounded.

"Homework?" The professor who was looking at the body of the wild monster not far away was obviously taken aback by this slightly unexpected question. After a long while, he replied slowly: "I'm going to the school hospital, homework still needs to be written... It doesn't matter, I just calculated. After all, they will hand in their homework on time next week."

Thomas shrugged, spread his hands, and looked at the two freshmen.

Lin Guo hugged her schoolbag dejectedly and stopped talking.

Zhang Yu grabbed two glasses—Zheng Qing didn't notice where he got it from—put them into the hands of the two freshmen, and exhorted, "Drink this."

In the cup was a puff of viscous green liquid, still steaming, and it looked like a hot, exotic juice.

"What is this?" Zheng Qing couldn't help thinking of the sober soup he had drunk in the morning, his face turned pale, and he sniffed carefully.

The smell is fresh and fragrant, and there is no strange air.

"Anshen Zhenhuntang, Professor Li just cooked and delivered it... Drink it while it's hot, it's good for you."

Zheng Qing took a sip, unexpectedly, although it was steaming, the decoction in the cup was not hot, and there was a refreshing sensation in the mouth, but the taste was a little weak, as if there was no water with oil and salt. Boil green vegetables.

So he stopped hesitating, pinched his nose and poured it into his stomach in one breath.

The coldness refreshed his spirits, but at the same time a burning sensation spread from his stomach, flowing into his internal organs, stimulating his heart to pump harder.

"Professors will stay for a while...If you don’t want to lie down in the ward in a hurry, you can follow along and have a look at it, and your knowledge will increase." Thomas said, his eyes fell on Linguo: "Of course, if you feel a little sleepy , I can **** you to the hospital now."

Lin Guo seemed to be irritated by this look, and tried to stand up straight, and replied loudly, "I'm not sleepy!"

Zheng Qing looked at the little wizard with some worry.

Perhaps the fainting just now under the impact of the demon gas caused some irritation to Lin Guo, and his current spirit seemed a little sensitive.

...

When several people came to the lawn, several assistants were still busy picking up the broken bones for the poor kappa monster. The old man Verne was standing not far away with the two professors, whispering something.

As the evening breeze passed, Zheng Qing vaguely heard Professor Yi's complaint.

"...It was a bit too rough before..."

"Humph!" The old man Verne hummed heavily and his eyes fell into the distance.

Lin Guo's big goat was lying next to the bushes, wriggling his cheeks slowly. Because the lawn is being searched, it is temporarily unable to forage, which makes the black sheep's temper a lot worse.

The old hunting dog, Mr. May, shook his tail, and slumped close to the black sheep, seeming to want to squeeze and warm him.

It's just that under the black sheep's ferocious eyes, it is still hesitating and hesitates to patrol.

"It's very good! You two." The big palm of the old man Verne fell on Linguo's head and rubbed it.

A few minutes ago, Professor Yi's retrospective magic had perfectly presented the scene at the time of the incident. Obviously, the little wizard who fainted under the pressure of the wild demon didn't think he did so well.

Lin Guo wrinkled her nose and her eyelids were a little red.

"This is the first time you have met a wild demon. The performance is very good... Much better than I did." Then, the old man turned his eyes to the black goat: "And your big sheep, also very powerful. ."

"The young people nowadays are amazing." The other professor was obviously not used to boasting, and his voice seemed a little harsh.

Zheng Qing noticed that he has towering cheekbones and gray hair.

"This is Professor Montelia, in charge of advanced magic text and bloodline research for the upper grades~www.readwn.com~ Thomas introduced in a low voice: "He has his own independent laboratory in the Applied Magic Institute. "

"You are Zheng Qing?" Professor Montelia's eyes were sharp, and his voice was always habitually stern: "I heard Professor Emma introduced you, and it is said that your talent in magic text is very good... It performed well today."

Zheng Qing Nene should be, his eyes fell on the wild demon who was still lying on the ground.

The wild demon was still bound by magic.

It's just that compared with Zheng Qing's rough and savage vine ball, now only a few small silver chains are binding this kappa monster.

The chain passed through its shoulder blades, carapace, and hip bones, forming a complex array of symbols on its shield armor.

Wearing silkworm leather gloves and holding knives, saws, scissors, tweezers and other tools in their hands, several teaching assistants carefully cut open its body, patiently groping in the dark plasma.

The Kappa Demon's scarlet eyes were open, and his eyes looked a little cringe, but he still revealed some greed.