Hunting College

　　 In real life, if a lady struggles to find information about you, it represents a very clear signal in the eyes of every man-this means that this lady is very interested in you.

　　 After Irina made it clear that she was divining things related to Zheng Qing, our young wizard was suddenly surrounded by a great sense of happiness.

　　 He doesn't even care about the content of her divination.

　　 If it weren't for maintaining the image in front of Irina, Zheng Qing might have been on tiptoe for a while to chase.

　　 "What do you want to know, can you ask me?" He looked at the gypsy witch with bright eyes and an unusually loud voice: "These clouds are definitely not as clear as I can say."

　　 said, his fingers stirred in the smoke hovering in the air.

　　 The blue and white smoke flowed quickly under his agitation and dissipated.

　　 "But," the witch looked a little surprised and moved: "What if you refuse!"

　　 "It's impossible!" Zheng Qing denied Jelena's worries without hesitation, and quickly replied: "You are so beautiful, why would anyone reject you?"

　　 This compliment is just right.

　　 There was a happy expression on the witch's face.

　　 "Then," Irina twisted her fingers, looking at him nervously: "I want you to accept me as a disciple."

　　 "I didn't ask...what?" Zheng Qing's mind was a bit stuck, his mouth opened ridiculously, trying to think about the meaning of Irina's words.

　　 But obviously, he was a little lost at the request of the gypsy witch.

　　 In his imagination, it would be great if Jelena asked questions like "Do you have a girlfriend?"

　　 If the witch is only interested in his inheritance and asks'who is your teacher', this kind of question is also within Zheng Qing's expectation-he is even ready to betray Mr. Wu.

　　 Even if the two are not familiar with each other, her request such as'I want to ask you to help draw a few talismans' is still within Zheng Qing's bottom line.

　　 And Irina's words clearly exceeded his various assumptions.

　　 The expression of his current expression couldn't be more appropriate with his mouth open.

　　 "I want to worship you as a teacher," Ilena said with a straight face, and said again very seriously: "I hope you can teach me the knowledge of Fuluo."

　　 Zheng Qing closed his mouth and became silent.

　　 Silence, silence.

　　 There is no way to break out in silence.

　　 He would rather die in silence.

　　 However, the reality is so cruel, and after a long silence, he is still alive.

　　 The girl opposite did not flinch at all, but looked at him firmly.

　　 Zheng Qing plucked up his courage, looked up at Irina, and shook his head.

　　 The witch sighed slightly, and was not surprised by this answer. She seemed to have predicted that she would be rejected.

　　 Zheng Qing flushed and felt very ashamed.

　　 What I promised just now, I will deny myself in an instant.

　　 There is nothing more embarrassing than this.

　　 "Understandable." Irina turned her head to look at the dissipated smoke, but she couldn't hide her loss.

　　 Zheng Qing was speechless.

　　 Even if she asked to draw hundreds of standard talisman for her, he would not hesitate to agree.

　　 Because of this, he can make his own decision.

The consequences of 　　 are nothing more than a few catties of sweat and less after-school life.

　　 And apprenticeship is not something you can agree to.

　　 Although he does have a bit of selfishness-if he accepts the witch as a disciple, these selfishness will become dead.

　　 But more importantly, he has not yet been a teacher.

　　 This matter of apprenticeship, he can't help but decide.

　　 For wizards who pay attention to inheritance and knowledge, the master-disciple relationship has always been the most intimate relationship except for blood.

　　 Even if the time to contact the wizarding world is limited, Zheng Qing already has a certain understanding of these common sense.

"My Fulu knowledge was taught to me by my husband. Without my husband's permission, I cannot accept disciples at will." Zheng Qing lowered his head and murmured an explanation in a whispered voice: "Moreover, my husband has not allowed me to become a teacher. "

　　 Irina did not speak.

　　 The atmosphere between the two is a bit awkward.

　　 "Although I can't accept you as an apprentice, I can tutor you in the Talisman class." Zheng Qing suddenly raised his head and broke the silence between the two: "In exchange, you can also teach me ancient divination."

　　 Irina raised her head in surprise and looked at him.

　　 Zheng Qing pursed his mouth and nodded vigorously.

　　 He did not break the tradition of wizards—to be precise, he just changed Jelena’s wish into a deal.

　　 It’s just that for wizards who admire equivalent exchange, Zheng Qing’s deal is not so balanced.

　　 The Gypsy Witch is clearly aware of this.

　　 She looked at the young wizard somewhat moved, and then shook her head.

　　 "This shouldn't be a deal." She said slowly in a hoarse voice, "Also, this is not a good deal."

　　 "This is not a deal originally." Zheng Qing smiled and looked at the witch in front of him.

　　 The two people fell silent again.

　　 A few elves screamed, rushed down from the ceiling and landed on the smooth marble counter.

　　 They dragged a huge bamboo basket~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and ran to the waiter of the dobby.

　　 "Xixi...xixi..."

　　 When they passed by Zheng Qing, Zheng Qing noticed some cigarettes scattered in one of the baskets.

　　 He moved his mind and picked up one.

　　 "Take a fire." Zheng Qing smiled and looked at the witch: "Maybe you can teach me some ancient divination techniques now."

　　Ilena hasn't spoken yet, and a little elf next to her has rushed over.

　　 She waved her small hand, rubbed a slender flame, and helped Zheng count the cigarette in his hand.

　　 Then, the little elf fell on his shoulder like an invitation, rubbed his earlobe, and screamed.

　　 Her friends stopped and looked enviously at the companion who fell on Zheng Qing's shoulders.

"They like you very much." The dobby waiter smiled and walked over: "If I'm not mistaken, you have received the blessing of the elf... For these pure but fragile lives, this is a great gift. ."

　　 Zheng Qing grabbed the cigarette, turned his neck stiffly, looked at these elves, with a hint of guilt on his face.

　　 "I didn't do it..." His voice was so small that the witch in front of him couldn't hear what he was saying.

　　 Only the little elf near his ear seemed to feel the fluctuations in his heart, touched his earlobe with a warm little hand, and patted it comfortingly.

　　 "Xixi, xixi..." The little comfort struck his heartstrings, and Zheng Qing's emotions couldn't help lowering.

　　 "Don't disturb our guests." The waiter of the dobby put an arm on the bar and greeted the elves to climb up: "You can go to the top of the cabinet and rest for a while."

　　 After speaking, he smiled apologetically to Zheng Qing.