Hunting College

Holding a few suppressive charms in his hand, Zheng Qing walked on tiptoes to the door of the bookstore quietly.

He listened for a moment.

Sure enough, as the barbershop proprietress said, the sound from the TV faintly came from the bookstore, and it was a very familiar tone. Only for a moment, Zheng Qing couldn't remember what the background sound was on the TV.

After pondering for a moment, he finally shook his head, gave up his idea of ​​tracing the root cause, and planned to rush into the store directly to suppress the impassioned kid, and then torture him what TV he was watching.

"These days, even ghosts watch TV... Did they all learn from Sadako?" The young wizard murmured, put his hand behind the black sign and peeled off a yellow talisman from above.

The yellow paper was crumpled, and it looked like it had been used many times, and the red cinnabar runes on the paper had faded a lot under the wind and sun. Zheng Qing never thought much about this talisman when he was young. But after returning from the first university, Zheng Qing immediately realized that it was different when he saw this talisman again.

He had never seen a rune paper that was so weakened that it could continue to take effect.

The support for this rune paper is not just the faint runes on it, but a certain ‘Essence’ that penetrates the back of the paper and penetrates into the depths of the rune paper. Zheng Qing believed that even if these runes were not painted on the rune paper, but painted in the air, it would not affect its effect in the least.

This made him want to see Mr. Wu even stronger.

But when he thought that her husband was not in the store now, and that meeting again would have to wait until the summer vacation six months later, the young wizard sighed.

Hold the talisman paper in the palm of your hand, look around, no one is beside.

Zheng Qing whispered the incantation: "Under the Hengmen, you have no defense."

The talisman was twisted a few times in his palm and folded into the shape of a key. Then under Zheng Qing's command, he reluctantly got into the keyhole on the store door.

"Click."

The door lock made a faint sound, and the key folded out of the talisman paper slid out of the keyhole. In the blink of an eye, he hid behind the black sign.

Zheng Qing didn't care about the tired key.

The moment the door lock made a sound, he pressed the doorknob hard, twisted the door open, and stepped in.

"town!"

Before his eyes had adjusted to the slightly dark environment in the store, Zheng Qing's hand had already thrown out a handful of town characters, and at the same time, he flicked out the book hanging on his waist with his backhand, flicked it, and opened it.

"What are you doing?" A bewildered voice came to Zheng Qing's ears.

Zheng Qing was stunned, his hand moved slowly, and he stared intently.

I saw that Mr. usually sits on the rocking chair where he reads, lying down like a yellow lily like Ge You, opening his golden eyes and looking at the young wizard.

Not far from the front of the yellow flower raccoon, a six-to-seven-inch mini TV was placed with two long antennas, playing the story of Tom and Jerry-seen in Zheng Qing At that time, the scene happened to show that Tom cat habitually fell into Jerry's trap and was beaten by the hound Spike.

The dust was flying, sparks were splashing everywhere, and the corner of Zheng Qing's mouth twitched.

As a cat, do you think this kind of scene is really suitable? The young public-sponsored student slandered in his heart, and finally realized what the familiar background sound he had just heard outside the store was.

"Are you doing meow?" The yellow flower raccoon's unhappy voice came again.

As he spoke, it never changed his Ge You's lying posture. The two hind legs were greatly separated, and a long hairy tail appeared in the middle. It slumped down along the seat, shaking from time to time, and told others that it was not decoration.

Zheng Qing's eyes chased after the town character he threw out.

What made him rejoice, but was a little bit embarrassed that after the yellow paper talisman entered the bookstore, it seemed to lose its magical power, swaying in mid-air, drifting for a long time, and finally falling to pieces and spilling on the ground.

"Oh... I'm cleaning, cleaning!" Zheng Qing's throat tightened, and he found an excuse in the blink of an eye. At the same time, he turned back two pages of the opened book and turned out one that was already ready. He cleared his throat and said:

"Prepare for your household, take care of it!"

This is a spell he deliberately extracted from the "Common Spells of Family Spells" in the library before returning home. It is used to tidy up the house and clean up. Based on previous years' experience, he is 100% sure that he will go home You can't escape the cleaning job, so you plan ahead and make preparations in advance.

Unfortunately, his preparations didn't seem to be of much use.

When he was at home, there were always people watching him when he was working, so he never found a chance to read the book. When I came to Sanyou Bookstore and opened the book, the spell seemed to be ineffective, no matter how Zheng Qing chanted, no matter how many poses he put his book on, it was on the dusty bookshelf. It was still covered with dust—the tiny little dust that floated up was blown up by Zheng Qing's movements when he threw the book.

This made the young wizard's face a little uncontrollable.

What embarrassed him more was what the yellow lily said next.

"Hehe...I saw someone use the town characters to clean Meow." When speaking, the head of the yellow raccoon had turned to the mini TV~www.readwn.com~ ears trembled, and the tail tipped. Hooked upwards-although its tone was very calm, but for some reason, with the small movements on its body, Zheng Qing always felt that its tone was full of mockery.

"Dust... also counted as one of the silverfish... silverfish, it might work if you use the town character." Since he hadn't admitted to making an oolong before, he was naturally going to be the last at this moment, Zheng Qing insisted on his scalp and explained vaguely: "Well, this is our newly researched theory...I'm doing it, let's put it into practice."

As he spoke, he had already threw himself on the ground, collected the dusty rune paper that had fallen on the ground, and put it back into the gray cloth bag around his waist.

The cat watched TV. He watched the floor without eye contact. The embarrassment in Zheng Qing's heart was slightly reduced, and the heat on his face was not so obvious.

For the young wizard's explanation, the yellow lily was very disapproving.

"Meow...the young man now," he flicked his tail, and made an old-fashioned comment, but didn't continue to say what the young man is now. Instead, he paused before explaining, "Old Wu's shop. There are forbidden domains everywhere, layered on top of each other, I don’t know how many layers, even if I open a cabinet, I have to do it myself. What do you think, think you can use spells in it?"

Hearing what it said, Zheng Qing immediately remembered the old story of seeing the raccoon man standing up when he was a child, secretly opening the cabinet door and rummaging for the fish, and couldn't help but laugh.

With such a smile, the embarrassment accumulated before was immediately vented, and even his mood improved a lot for no reason.

"It's okay, I also bring a broom and dustpan, and a mop!"

As he said, Zheng Qing raised his arm and picked up the cleaning tool he had just thrown around.

The soul is light, and I can’t even clean it. What use is it for me to learn this magic? !

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