Hunting High School

As soon as he touched the white mist on the mirror, Zheng Qing felt a huge, viscous force begin to wrap himself. The talisman on his body burst into brilliant brilliance almost instantly.

With both hands, he tried to catch the two companions in front and behind.

But Xiao Xiao's palms were a little slippery due to sweat, and slipped from his hands within a short time after entering the passage in the mirror. The wizard hesitated for a few seconds, then gave up reaching out in vain, turned around, and hugged the witch behind him.

A black cat's tail protruded from under his robe, like a long rope, tied around their waists.

The witch snorted softly, and the cat ears in her hair limply lay down.

The two rolled into the farthest part of the world in the mirror together.

I don't know how long it has been rolling.

Zheng Qing felt that it was a very, very long distance, as if it was as long as a month, or even a year. But it felt that the time was very short, so short that he didn't even experience a full breath, and his back hit a soft meadow so hard that he almost held his breath.

Well.

Zheng Qing snorted, and before he had time to take a breath, he hurriedly opened his eyes.

What came into view was a dead oak tree. The thick trunk of the oak was split down the middle to reveal a dark, hollow heart. The edge of the section, as if scorched by lightning or wildfire, reveals charred black marks characteristic of carbonization.

The door of the mysterious female.

Zheng Qing stared at the tree to get the crack, and the word suddenly popped up in his mind-this is the channel connecting the magic mirror to the dreamland, and the wizard sensed this information in the dark.

These messages are the gift of the mirror and the world to the guests.

The witch was still curled up in his arms.

Zheng Qing put away the cat's tail, supported the witch, stood up, and looked around.

Behind the dead oak, there is a lush and strong young oak, their branches and leaves are intertwined, forming a lush scenery; in front of the dead oak, there is a tight line, but there is no tree taller than Twenty-centimeter plants, large fluffy grass leaves are intertwined to build a fluffy meadow.

There are also fat mushrooms that grow at the foot of the oak, and sprinkle light green phosphorescence all over the place.

There was a twilight in the sky, and a few gusts of wind wafted in the distance. Zheng Qing was surprised to find that the wind here could be seen. Because the wind is full of annoying and true emotions, blowing on the face, it is easy to make people's mood fluctuate.

Jiang Yu lifted the hair that fell down her cheeks and straightened her robe.

Then he took out a few cyan jade buttons from his pocket, threw them around according to the fixed nodes, and built a simple guardian circle. Under the dead branches, fallen leaves, stones and mushrooms, the jade buckle emits a green halo, which connects with each other and forms a barrier.

During the whole process, she either lowered her eyelids or looked in other directions to avoid eye contact with Zheng Qing.

"This is the dreamland."

The witch looked at the tall oaks behind her, and the brown figure looming in the woods, and said in a soft but certain tone: "...a world that is farther away than the world in the mirror, and also bigger. If I guessed correctly, This should be the Enchanted Forest in the Dreamland."

Zheng Qing didn't ask why she knew the specific location here.

Nor did he ask if she was injured during the trip just now.

The two of them tacitly ignored the experience just now.

The world in the mirror and the world in the dream are all part of the dreamland, and they are the edge corners of the dreamland. Zheng Qing knew this before entering the magic mirror.

Last time under the care of his husband, he only stayed on the edge of the dreamland for a while, and then escaped from this world where illusion and reality intertwined with Zhu Si's help.

This time, he took the initiative to join the channel on the magic mirror.

Naturally, it will slide far, far along that passage.

Zheng Qing raised his wrist and looked at the red rope tied around his wrist and the myrtle leaf on the rope that had long since dried up and lost all its magic power.

That leaf was as quiet as ever, without any reaction.

The wizard sighed slightly in his heart.

He didn't know which corner of the dreamland the faceless demon was hiding, and he didn't know whether Zhu Si was still on the edge of the dreamland. He could only hope on the little witch—because when he left last time, Zhu Si told him that as long as he came to this world again, she would be able to find him.

"Where is there?" The young public finance student pointed to the distance.

Beyond the edge of the meadow, the outline of a mountain range can be vaguely seen hidden behind the thin mist. In front of the mountains, you can see a large area of ​​well-developed farmland, a silver-belt-like river, rolling waterwheels, fences, wooden houses, chimneys emitting green smoke, and you can also hear dogs barking with the wind.

"I don't know." The witch shook her head, paused, and asked, "Which way are we going?"

Ahead, there is a large open grassland, there are people, there are small rivers, and there are mountains.

To the back, is a dense forest with large patches of glowing mushrooms.

Zheng Qing looked at the prairie in front of him and the people behind the prairie; he also looked at the lush forest behind him and the looming short brown figure in the dense forest.

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"There's an old saying, 'Wangchuan runs away to a dead horse'." He bravely glanced at the witch, then looked away, his voice involuntarily lowered a little: "...Although we have armored horse charms, we are newcomers and have nothing to do with magic. I don’t think it’s a safe choice to contact the aborigines of the dream.”

"And before deciding which way to go, I think we should get people together."

The witch nodded, agreeing with the wizard's judgment.

This gave Zheng Qing a little more confidence.

"This is a packaged maze leaf. Wearing it on the body can prevent us from sinking in the dream." He took out a lot of prepared equipment from the gray cloth bag, and pointed out one by one:

"These are meditation talismans and heart-clearing talismans. They are as effective as snake oil. No matter what time you hang a few on your body, you can never go wrong... and these bottles of potions. I asked Senior Deng Xiaojian to help prepare them. Originally Using it when preparing for the final exam can help us concentrate and stabilize our spirit.”

Seeing the enthusiastic wizard in front of him, Jiang Yu bit his lips, secretly stuffed the jade pendant between his fingers back into his belt, and then accepted the gift from the young public finance student with a smile.

"How far do you think they are from us?" She looked at the swirling green potions in the glass bottle and asked casually.

"It's up to the professionals."

Zheng Qing blinked, looked around, but didn't see the dusty figure, so he shook his head and shouted:

"Edamame!"

puff.

Outside the protective cover, those flowing colorful winds were shattered by a dusty figure. Gouzi wagged his tail, looked excitedly at the young wizard in the magic circle, and softly yelled: "Meow~!"