Hunting College

A small bowl of white rice, two dishes of side dishes.

The two ate for more than half an hour-most of the time, Zhu Si was teaching Zheng Qing how to eat that chicken head. She sucked every broken bone on it and told the wizard the taste of every piece of meat on it.

As for the vegetable, Zheng Qing carefully cut it into two, one for each.

For a long time, the two of them touched their belly and lay lazily on the dark gray floor, looking at the gray ceiling above their heads, and began to be in a daze.

In the gaps between the covered mirrors, the shadows of the uncovered mirrors shone, a little dazzling.

The two wizards, one large and one small, ignored the dazzling feeling and focused on the satisfaction in front of them.

"It's delicious." Zheng Qing murmured.

"How about it, it's a big meal!" The little girl's tone was full of pride.

"It's just that the surrounding environment is a bit bad." The boy sighed and commented half-jokingly. But as soon as the words were spoken, he immediately regretted it.

Why at this time, use the cold reality to pierce the beautiful imagination of the little girl?

Sure enough, there was no sound next to him.

Zheng Qing turned her face and took a careful look at Zhu Si. She had already sat up, biting her finger, with an embarrassed expression on her face.

"Just kidding, kidding." The boy got up, waved his hands repeatedly, and looked around: "Mirrors, mirrors...As the saying goes, "There is no fragrance in the moon, there are flowers in the sun." What is more beautiful than the crowds of flowers. What about the environment?"

This flattery is a little too much, but right now, Zheng Qing can only say nothing, hoping to take back the words he just said.

The little witch finally bit her finger hard.

"Yes!" She looked affirmative, as if she had made a great determination, and took out an old paper box from her pocket-the pattern on the box was invisible, but the sandpaper on the side of the box was brand new.

This is a box of matches.

The little witch opened the matchbox, only two matches were left in it.

Her fingertips hovered between the two matches for a long time, and finally pinched out the thinner one.

"No, no, it was just a joke." Zheng Qing felt a flustered panic, trying to stop the little witch's actions.

But Zhu Si is not a little girl who can easily be shaken by others.

"Mom said, you can't make guests feel disrespectful!" She held the match, her eyes were full of piety and reluctance, as if she had pinched a world.

Zheng Qing scolded himself bloody.

"He..."

The red phosphorus slipped across the sandpaper, and a small orange flame lit up.

The light extended in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, Zheng Qing found himself sitting in a warm living room.

A soft sofa, a large coffee table, a fruit plate filled with grapes, oranges and pineapples, a beautiful lotus leaf chandelier above the head, and landscape paintings of snow-capped mountains and forests hung on the wall, and a small cat calling out at the feet. There was also beautiful piano music, and it was Zheng Qing's favorite Canon.

Zhu Si curled up lazily on the sofa opposite Zheng Qing like a kitten, with a happy smile on his face. Zheng Qing vaguely saw a dim figure sitting on each side of her, one helping her comb her hair and the other holding a book, as if telling her a story.

There is a red candle on the table, which burns very fast.

Zheng Qing watched the candle one centimeter, one centimeter, and one centimeter, consuming the wax oil.

Until the last spark, it beeped out on the remaining wax oil, and the warm and comfortable environment around Zheng Qing disappeared without a trace.

The cold and boring atmosphere of the world in the mirror enveloped the wizard's body again, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

Zhu Si sat blankly opposite him, holding a burnt matchstick in his hand. She subconsciously touched the last match in the matchbox, but at the last moment she clenched her hand holding the matchbox tightly.

The small hands are whitish.

a long time.

She sighed contentedly.

"Okay." She seemed to be asking the boys, and she seemed to be asking and answering herself.

Zheng Qing did not answer.

His eyelids finally couldn't hold back the hotness that came out of his eyes, and the sorrow and sorrow of the tip of his nose poured into a puddle of clear water like thick ink, quickly diffused and attacked every corner of his body.

The aroma of chicken and rice still remains in the mouth, but it is bitter than coptis root.

"Good." He replied with a heavy nose.

"Huh? Why are your eyes red?"

"The wind is blowing."

"Mom said, cheating noses will get longer."

"Hey, I happen to feel that the bridge of my nose is a bit collapsed," Zheng Qing grinned reluctantly: "What next? What are you going to do next?"

Zhu Si stretched, clenched his fist and waved in midair:

"Eat and drink...you should go!"

"Let's go together." Zheng Qing tried again-he didn't think about stunning the little witch and taking her out, but on the one hand, in this strange environment, he still needs the little witch to help guide the way and tell His way of getting into and out of the mirrored world; on the other hand, he is also afraid.

Fear of the little witch in front of him is just a shadow of Zhu Si.

Fearing that the huge difference between staying in the mirror world for a few months and having been outside for half a century will make the little witch completely collapse at the moment she walks out of the mirror world-this collapse may be mental or physical Meaning.

Therefore, Zhu Si must agree to go out.

In the concept of magic, promise and consent have very strong binding force. Zheng Qing can only hope that this ancient power can avoid the risk of Zhu Si walking out of the mirror world to the greatest extent.

The nostalgia and satisfaction in the little witch's eyes had disappeared, and her eyes became alert again.

She put away the matchbox and picture album, and then tried to put the box of "Sugar Sheep" from Shuangtangji in her pocket. At the same time, he smiled and glanced at the boy: "I have said it several times...I can't go out yet!"

Zheng Qing decided to ask her husband for help after going out.

Mr. is so powerful, there must be a way!

"Then next time I come in, how can I find you?" He must make sure of this before he can leave in peace.

"You are so stupid~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can't find me...but you smell good, and I can find you far away. As long as you come in, I should be able to find you!"

"Then what gift do you want? I will bring you over next time!"

"Um...Is ice cream okay? I haven't eaten ice cream for a long time... I miss the cold, sweet taste a bit. There is also cinnabar, I can pick up a little in the mirror, but it's not enough."

Zheng Qing patted his head vigorously.

He pulled out his grey cloth bag, opened the mouth of the bag, and poured all the contents on the floor: "Look, if you have anything you want, take it away."

While talking, he pushed all his big bag of cinnabar to the little witch: "The authentic Cinnamon sand can be used for painting symbols and medicines...Do you want yellow paper? I also have...well, this inkstone can be used by myself. Spit water, you just have to rub the head of this little snake with a brush."

The little witch was full of surprise, her eyes sparkling.

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