Hunting College

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Lan Que's cautious behavior was certainly within Zheng Qing's expectations.

But Lin Guo's performance was far beyond the young public-funded student's expectations, which made him very depressed-he originally thought that the speculation just now would scare the little wizard and make him retreat, but unexpectedly backfired, that piece of suspicion The ruins of the cemetery aroused the great interest of the little wizard.

However, if you think about it carefully, Linguo's reaction is not surprising.

The reason why the little wizard was a little scared before was because facing the ‘unknown’, he would naturally be daunted. But now that I know that it may be the "cemetery" rumored in the school, there may be a few dead, and there is nothing to be afraid of-for wizards, especially young wizards who are studying in the first university In other words, as long as it is not a spirited rigor, the other dead rigors that are hazy and rely on instinctive activities are definitely the best materials for research and experiments.

Of course, if Lin Guo wants to capture this material, he first needs to convince the blue bird.

Perhaps it was because the blue swordsman appeared in front of the little wizard in the conflict before the beginning of school, perhaps because Lin Guo's relatives were lost and there were no other elders, or it might be related to the little wizard's peculiar time concept. In short, I don't know when Lan Ting took on Lin Guo's almost ‘guardian’ responsibility.

What can be done and what can't be done, the blue swordsman arranged for the little wizard clearly.

And Ling Guo also obediently obeyed his arrangement-after all, in the little wizard's peculiar time concept, he had known the blue **** for a long time, and the sense of security built by relying on time was true.

"Let's go ahead and see, OK!" The little wizard turned his head and looked at the swordsman with excitement, knocking his legs on the belly of the black goat, and the goat that was knocking frowned.

"No." The blue bird decisively refused his request, and his eyes fell on the black cat: "I have said before you come, if the destination you are looking for is within Jiuyou Academy, I can agree to Linguo's expedition. ...But the scope of exploration now has clearly exceeded expectations."

"Understand, understand." The black cat nodded again and again: "After all, it's not peaceful outside. I heard that because of the resurgence of silence, many terrifying monsters ran out of the forest...Safety is important, and safety is the most important."

Lan Ting nodded slightly, the expression on his face suddenly relaxed. Although he could also forcibly lead the little wizard to withdraw, it would be better if he could get the understanding of the captain of the hunting team.

"In other words, are we going to part ways here?" Fatty Xin was holding the food in his arms, frowning, analyzing slightly with difficulty.

His feet are still surrounded by a few kittens waiting to be fed, but with the puppet cat’s previous history, the fat man knows that the food in his hand is not really welcome by the kittens—they just smell good. ——So even though the little guys at his feet screamed, he still didn't move, but he was willing to stuff potato grids into his mouth.

Hearing his question, Lan Ting just wanted to nod and say yes, but was caught by Linguo.

"Let's go over there and have a look! Anyway, the captain is not sure that it is the cemetery... and it is still within the envelope of the school guardian formation, so it doesn't matter to see." The little wizard whispered.

His request is not too excessive, and his arguments are very strong. This made the Blue Tick who had originally planned to retreat hesitated a bit.

Just when he hesitated, the black cat spoke up.

"Don't leave in a hurry. If the situation is not good, we will also withdraw." The black cat hooked the collar of the vest-wearing mouse with its paws and hung it in front of him, staring at the little mouse who started to play dead again, and muttered: "It's just a mouse den... We can't take risks. Anyway, I only have a big curiosity."

Before leaving, the little mouse in clothes was handed over to one of the black cats' subordinates for custody and management. The method of detention is also very simple. The subordinate of the black cat only needs to grab the collar of the mouse's clothes and follow the leader step by step. If there is something unusual about the little mouse, the three-layer and three-layer blockade around it can also make it difficult to fly.

"How big is Douding?" Fatty's focus was very tricky.

The black cat raised his other paw and showed the fat man which one of the five pads was the smallest, and shook it.

"Then what are you going to do with this mouse?"

"What to do? If it doesn't work, kill it! The big deal is to chop it into dumpling stuffing, and every one of my cats can still eat mouse meat." Although the black cat's mouth was terribly scared, his eyes stared unblinkingly. Little mouse in midair.

As expected, although the little mouse still closed his eyes tightly, his front paws and tail twitched involuntarily.

The black cat smiled secretly.

"What kind of situation is called ‘bad’?" The fat man continued to play the role of a fan and asked persistently.

"We have to ask our guide." The black cat took his gaze back from the little mouse, and gave it to his subordinates. The cat grabbed the collar, then raised his paw and beckoned to the forest cat running in front. .

Because the'chief leader' stopped, the migrating cats also began to rest in place. The cats who licked their fur, snoozed, and slapped together, just in a blink of an eye, the cat group that was ‘slightly orderly’ turned into a straggler.

Seeing the boss claws, the forest cat immediately ran back.

"Is the mouse den still far away?" The black cat grinned, staring at the big cat in front of him, and asked at the beginning.

The forest cat turned its silly pointed ears and blinked, not knowing what his boss was grunting in.

"I'll come, I'll come!" The fat man volunteered to squeeze forward, took out the pen and paper, and quickly ‘painted’ the cat text.

Soon, he showed his work to everyone.

However, compared with the doctor's vivid paintings, Fatty's works are somewhat abstract-at least, Zheng Qing used a lot of energy ~www.readwn.com~ to distinguish the geometric pattern staring at the triangle head Refers to the little mouse in clothes.

He couldn't even read it, let alone the forest cat.

"Squeak... Are you tired! Can you still hitchhiking happily!" A sudden, shrill voice suddenly rang in the black cat's ears, startling him.

Looking back, the little mouse who was babbling on his cat's mouth had already opened his eyes for some time, and yelled, pointing finger and foot: "You only stopped at ten stops, just chatting here, it’s endless. Nonsense!"

"Seeing that the sun is about to pass, if you don't hurry, I won't be able to catch up with today's second meal!"

If it hadn't been slapped by a cat, this little mouse would have looked like a great leader of inspection work.

It's just that because it is hung in the air, the more it gestures, the more funny it becomes.

"Damn! The mouse spoke!" The fat man screamed, holding his face.

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