Hunting College

　　 A fat lightworm pulled out a sharp mouthpart from the vine bark.

　　 A wisp of bright red liquid slowly overflowed from the wound of the cane, and quickly condensed into a gel after encountering air.

　　 The plump lightworm opened the carapace on his back, stretched out a pair of wings thin as a cicada, and shook it vigorously.

　　 Feeling the body float up lightly, it grunted a few more satisfied.

　　The dragon's blood vine at the foot can no longer provide enough vine juice for it. It needs to start a new journey.

　　 The tentacles found a strange breath in the moist air, which made it fascinated.

　　 Maybe only a powerful lightworm like himself can feel the coveted call.

　　 The plump lightworm shakes its wings and floats from the dragon's blood vine.

　　 The weak companions around are still sucking the faint liquid remaining in the cane intoxicated, and they are very happy for a strong competitor to leave.

　　 These idiots.

　　 The fat lightworm buzzed like mocking, leaving the cane that had been there for almost a lifetime.

　　 "There are some mavericks in every group."

"They are either lunatics or geniuses; or pioneers or martyrs. Some may create history, such as the great principal of our first university; some will become people's after-dinner jokes... such as " The editor-in-chief of "Gentlemen and Ladies"."

　　 "No matter what, they are always a little different...like this light bug."

　　 The wandering wizard smiled and raised the glass bottle in his hand. A lightworm with a significantly larger body than the other companions was struggling in the honeypot.

　　 But this sweet trap is more viscous than it expected.

　　 When it pulls out one thin foot from the honey, there will be three more thin feet that sink deeper; when it **** the sugar juice on its wings, it finds that the carapace is covered with thick loot.

　　 "Light bugs from different origins have different characteristics."

"For example, the **** carapace of the Lantern on Longshang shed after autumn is a good medicine for dispelling wind and pain; the larvae of the Lantern on the Amazon for more than three years can be used as bait for the hunting demon...Many monsters cannot distinguish between these larvae and What is the difference in the taste of the wizard’s brain; there is also the Pyrenees firefly, which is a good flavor snack after being immersed in salt water and lightly fried in boiling oil."

　　 Zheng Qing glanced at Fatty Xin's apple squirming slightly.

　　 He had never noticed before, this fat guy could still see the Adam's apple!

　　 The wandering wizard shook the glass bottle in his hand, the viscous liquid tumbling from all directions, completely submerging the still struggling fat lampworm.

　　 "These bugs in my shop are from Suffolk County."

　　 "They are excellent neutralizers when making alcohol."

"Fed with dracaena sap, brewed in royal jelly of green-tailed bees for thirty-six days, and then soaked in amber light together with Polygonum multiflorum, golden bamboo shoots, nutmeg and toad crisp, sealed, protected from light, and buried in the shade. If you leave it for more than one year, you can get this gorgeous color and endless flavor."

　　 The wandering wizard raised the glass of transparent liquid in his hand to several young wizards:

　　 "This is a private drink, I call it'the golden years'."

　　 In his cup, the golden stars are still swimming like living creatures, bringing out thick ripples.

　　 Zheng Qing looked at the honeypot beside the wandering wizard.

　　 In the jar, the fat lightworm is sinking deeper into the honey.

　　 Like a small bug trapped in amber, struggling occasionally like an electric shock.

　　 Its belly is still sprayed with silvery afterglow, separated by orange sugar juice, like a sparkling diamond.

　　 "Are you still planning to be a maverick student?" The vagrant wizard asked in a gentle voice, having taken his time.

"No." Zheng Qing flatly refused, looking at the smile blooming on the corners of the wandering wizard's mouth, he added: "I don't intend to think that I am very unique like this bug. I ended up falling into a honeypot and putting my own I'm stuck in my whole life."

　　 The smile at the corner of the wandering wizard's mouth slowly faded.

　　 He finally raised his head and held the wide brim of his hat, revealing a pair of dark eyes without a trace of white:

　　 "Very wise."

　　 "But also very stupid."

　　 "In my long life, if there is any gain, it is indifference. If you want to live a little bit more compassion, you must be prepared to shed tears."

"When I was a child, my biggest dream was to sit in the catacombs of the Capuchin monastery when I was young, and wait quietly with the other devout mummies for the coming of heaven. When I grew up, I walked a long way along the Nile, and those buried in The mummy in the depths of the desert told me that even gods sometimes fall."

　　 "The first university is not the Garden of Eden."

　　 "This is a hunting ground for wizards."

　　 The atmosphere in the private room is a bit depressing.

　　 The light bugs lying on the dragon's blood vine were keenly aware of this, so they shrank their stomachs, reducing the scattered light.

　　 The room is getting darker.

　　 "We really don't need those things that involve black magic." Xiao Xiao suddenly spoke from the side.

He squatted in front of the glass coffee table, carefully looked at the small red lacquer boxes, raised his head, and looked at Zheng Qing: "You really don't need those black witchcraft... that will just lower your identity. But you shouldn't mind. The school brings some protective equipment."

　　 "In the wizarding world~www.wuxiaspot.com~ there is never a time for amulets to be superfluous." Zhang Jixin also added.

　　 His alcohol seems to have disappeared a bit, and his eyes no longer look red.

　　 Only the face is as always, red and dazzling.

　　 Zheng Qing hesitated, nodded: "Then choose an amulet."

　　 Since both friends suggested so, it is better to accept it.

　　He is very self-aware, knowing that his understanding of the wizarding world is no different from that of a three-year-old boy.

　　 At this time, it is very beneficial to listen to other people’s suggestions appropriately.

　　 "Me too!" Fatty Xin tried to swallow the snacks in his mouth and raised his hands enthusiastically.

　　 "Very wise." The wandering wizard repeated this sentence again. He nodded in satisfaction, and waved away the scary black magic curses.

On the 　　 coffee table, there is only a row of body protection items exuding soft colors.

"This is a black donkey hoof produced in Jiaozhou. It comes from an 80-year-old donkey who died well. Of the four donkey hoofs it contributed, two were bought by the three-pronged sword, and one was taken by the Qingqiu Su family. ”The wandering wizard pointed to the small ashes like a wine cup in the vermilion lacquer box and reminded: “If I were you, I would choose it... As far as I know, among Sir Friedman’s friends There is a junior named Jiang Jun, who has the bloodline of Drought, and is a zombie who has just awakened."

　　 There was an incredible expression on Zheng Qing's face: "There are zombies in the school?"

"To be precise, it is a zombie student. If there are vampires and werewolves, why can't there be zombies?" Zhang Jixin grabbed the hoof of the black donkey, stuffed it into his arms, and patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder with a smile: "You said you wanted to give us away Gift, then I will choose this one!"

　　 Zheng Qing nodded dizzyly, always feeling that something was wrong.