Hunting High School

The port of the North District of Beta Town.

On a long and narrow old street outside the forest goods market.

This is one of the oldest streets in the North District. The bluestone slabs paved on the street have turned black, and there are many large and small potholes on it, with slippery green moss climbing between the stone cracks.

On the inner side of the street are shops facing the street with different heights. Due to the invasion of humidity, many walls have already peeled off, revealing pale mortar. On the outside of the street is a row of low guardrails, under which is a flood control dam, under which the silent river flows silently, like a piece of translucent green glass.

In the early morning, there are few pedestrians on the old street. Because of the proximity to the water, the street is still filled with a faint mist, which makes it look more empty and lonely. Except for the patrolling wizards, all the guests come and go in a hurry.

But in this solitude and haste, there is a young woman pushing a stroller forward slowly.

The young woman was about twenty years old, with dark hair, fair skin, clogs on her feet, and a pair of wide black sleeves—this was very strange, because in the North District, it is rare to see a witch walking in such elegant clothes. Such a dilapidated old street.

The small wheels of the baby carriage rolled over the small stone pits, making a rattling sound, accompanied by the creaking sound of the witch's clogs, which spread far away in the morning mist.

Around the corner, a hungover alcoholic staggered out of the morning mist with a bottle of Siren rum in his arms.

He hummed a chaotic ballad that no one could understand, raised his neck from time to time, gulped down a few sips of spicy wine, and then stared at the eyes that were reddened by the carnival and wine, staring dazedly at the place where no one paid any attention to him. world.

cluck cluck.

The drunkard heard a strange sound. He followed the sound and saw the elegant young witch pushing a stroller out of the mist, and was slowly walking towards him.

He shook his head and took a deep breath.

He seemed to smell a strong fragrance, which reminded him instantly of the girl who went into the woods with him more than ten years ago, and remembered her creaminess, her warmth, and the nervous trembling of the two of them.

He took another mouthful of Siren Rum, and the wine entered his mouth, flushing his face, burning his esophagus, warming his stomach, and then continuing all the way down, making his belly scald.

Snapped!

He smashed the wine bottle heavily on the stone road, splashing a piece of fine glass shards. The drunkard stretched out his hand, stopped in front of the baby carriage, and stopped the black long sleeve from moving forward.

"Beauty, hiccup, accompany big brother, drink, hiccup!"

With his tongue out, he yelled, and his voice was heard far away in the empty street: "Big brother, hiccup, he's going to be a wizard soon! Hiccup!"

As he spoke, he patted the cloth bag with several frogs on his waist in a showy manner—this is almost a standard configuration for people in the North District, whether they have been accepted by the Kini House or not, every person in the North District will prepare such a bag pocket, and stuff some frogs into the pocket.

After all, there is still a dream, in case it comes true.

The witch was frightened. She grabbed the armrest of the stroller and subconsciously took a step towards the retreat. At the same time, she yelled softly and looked around, as if expecting that passers-by could help.

She meowed like a frightened kitten, and the alcoholic thought came to his mind inexplicably, feeling the heat from the rum shot before.

Following the witch's gaze, he looked around ferociously.

There were not many pedestrians in the morning mist, but there was a thin figure covered in a black robe not far away, who was looking at this side curiously. After noticing the fierce gaze of the drunkard, he seemed to feel frightened, and shrank back. After returning to the corner of the street, there was no trace.

The drunkard became more and more comfortable.

"Don't be afraid!" he yelled, pulling the stroller closer to him, while reaching out to try to grab the witch's wrist: "Just drink some wine... let's go, let's go, hiccup!"

The witch whispered something, but the drunkard couldn't hear her voice because it was too low. And she kept her head down, looking at the swaddled baby in the stroller, so that people couldn't see her face clearly.

"What did you say?" The drunkard leaned forward and tilted his head at the same time, trying to see the witch's face clearly.

The witch shrank back timidly, revealing a soft and beautiful face, with willow brows and moon eyes, white teeth and red lips, and a sweet and pleasant voice:

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"Do you want to be his father?"

This time, the drunkard finally heard what the witch said, and he was overjoyed: "I think so! It's fine! If you don't mind, I will be his father from now on!"

There was a trace of surprise in the witch's eyes, and she stretched out her hand to grab the alcoholic's arm, and her voice was a little eager: "Since it is also your child, you should hug him and kiss him too."

The drunkard opened his mouth in confusion, always feeling that something was wrong.

But the beauty's request cannot be refused, he obediently bent down, put his head into the stroller, intending to smear some saliva on the child's face casually.

The swaddling clothes were tightly wrapped, revealing only a pair of small, dark eyes.

"I can't kiss you." The drunkard muttered, "His face is too small."

"Untie the rope, and you can kiss me." The witch's sweet voice sounded behind him.

The rope on the swaddle was undone, revealing the baby's chubby cheeks and tiny mouth. Even a malicious alcoholic couldn't help opening his mouth and smiling after seeing this angelic little guy.

"It's beautiful." He admired.

"It stinks," the child muttered, stretching out his little fleshy hand from under the swaddle, reaching out to the alcoholic, and complaining at the same time: "This is junk food...would it cause diarrhea if you eat it?"

Compared with that angelic pretty face, his voice was hoarse and deep, like a zombie that just crawled out of a coffin.

Then, under the horrified eyes of the alcoholic, the little hands protruding from under the swaddling clothes became longer and longer, and the skin on the little hands changed from the tenderness of the fingertips, the fatness of the back of the hands, to the tight skin of the wrists, and then to the thinness of the arms. , until the skinny anti-knuckles and fine white setae are exposed.

And as the pair of little hands opened bigger and bigger, the other legs that were originally hidden under the swaddling clothes also slowly protruded and opened, swarming towards the alcoholic's back, pulling him into the car.

At the same time, the little guy also opened his own mouth, his chubby cheeks were pulled and tensed by his jaw, his small mouth opened to an incredible angle, and continued to open, even bigger than his head.

The drunkard could see the fangs in that big mouth, and the few traces of flesh and blood remaining between the recurved fangs.

"Help... help!!!"

He finally woke up to the monster he encountered, screaming, struggling, trying to escape from the stroller.

But immediately his feet lightened, a pair of catkins hugged his legs, and pushed him into the stroller. The drunkard could only press his hands against the railing of the car, while continuing to yell for help.

"There is no one around," the beauty's voice came from behind him, seeming a little impatient: "The only passer-by just now was also scared away by you... Don't struggle too hard, Blood Qi has entered the meat, it tastes too fishy ……ah!"

The beauty uttered a scream.