Hunting College

The moonlight is dim, and the shadow of the night is getting heavier.

In the depths of the silent forest, an unknown corner.

A small bonfire.

A grey-skinned dog was lying in front of the fire, squinting and dozing, his soft ears suddenly stood up, and he stood up and looked into the distance. Around it, several female mischiefs who were also dozing curled their tails curiously, thinking that this new partner had thought of some interesting new game.

Unexpectedly, Shi Shiran walked into the depths of the woods at a pace that the six relatives did not recognize. Turning a bush, moonlight flashed, and the gray figure disappeared without a trace.

Just leave a few female misfortune fighting in the original ground looking at each other.

...

Also in the Silent Forest, under a small hill far from here.

In the daytime, the scourges who had just dug up a large pile of coal from the mountain's belly, regardless of the darkness and exhaustion, gathered together singing and dancing, and opened up to devour the newly-ignited coal fire.

The light blue flame blistered the hot mouth corners of many young Xiaodoudou, but none of them was willing to give up the delicious food on their lips. Including the grey dog ​​who joined the group very late.

It is showing everyone how to use a small mouth to swallow a charcoal fire larger than the head.

The blazing coal was stuffed into his mouth, raised his neck, swallowed hard. A huge meat bun suddenly appeared on the dog's slender neck, which aroused the surprise of the onlookers.

Just when the piece of meat bun slowly sank toward the belly, the performer suddenly stopped swallowing, turned his head, and looked far away in surprise. After a while, there was a commotion under the hill.

Because the gray-robed dog who performed a small mouthful of charcoal, disappeared without a trace with a snap under the eyes of everyone. It's like being blown up by charcoal fire.

...

There is also a gray-skinned dog, kneeling in front of an old misfortune who has lost his teeth.

It has knocked a thousand heads, begging the old misfortune to accept him as a disciple.

Lao Mi Dou's heart is so beautiful, but on the surface, she refuses with strict words, scribbling the gray-skinned dog's various images that do not conform to the traditional Mi Dou. For example, the fur color is too light, there are too few filial charcoal fires, and the eyes are always aiming randomly, etc.

Just as it fell vigorously, the gray-skinned dog kneeling in front of him suddenly stood up and turned his head and glanced into the distance.

Then turned around, raised his hind legs, and babbled.

After pouring on the old misfortune, he ran away without a trace.

...

Similar scenes occurred in every corner of the Silent Forest.

As long as there is a place where people live in groups, there will be a grey dog. Earlier, they used a variety of means to mix into the misfortune group, but at a certain moment, they chose to leave.

Every gray figure disappeared.

The breath of Edamame beside Buck became clear.

But this kind of subtle change, the young scourge, Mr. Buck couldn't notice. The only thing it can feel is the increasingly tense atmosphere in the woods and the quieter environment.

The night wind stopped, the rustling whispers of the leaves quietly disappeared, and the katydid and the textile lady also shut their mouths, silently hiding under the corrupt branches and dead leaves, listening to the strange steps in the forest.

Click.

This is the sound of a dead branch being trampled on.

Buck and Edamame turned their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the sound. Under the dim moonlight, only the mottled shadow of the tree shook slightly on the ground.

There is no exception.

Just as Buck was about to withdraw his gaze, the slightly dangling shadow of the tree suddenly swelled, and after a while, two tall figures wandered out of the shadow and came under the moonlight.

The one walking in the front, with black hair and blood eyes, was covered in a scarlet robe, but his exposed wrist was tied with a dirty red cloth, not knowing what it was for.

The next one was similar in stature to the previous one, wearing a plain moon-white robe, walking barefoot among the dirty woodland, but not stained. But the most striking thing is its face.

It was an empty face, like a crescent moon, as pure as new porcelain, with no facial features, eyebrows and no facial features, only two red lights appeared at the position of the eyes, but it was like a red light across a screen window.

These two uninvited guests are Nikita and No Face.

Buck leaned down, his muscles tightened, and his throat let out a threatening growl. The forked slender tail hovered in mid-air like the sting of a scorpion, piercing the air, making a screaming sound.

Edamame’s reaction was slightly smaller than that of Buck, perhaps because it did not intend to be responsible for the group of misfortunes behind him, or perhaps because it was sure to escape from the two strangers, and in short, there was no psychological burden. The guests looked more natural in front of them, and the lady who walked in front took a high look.

"This puppy is good," Nikita glanced at Mao Dou admiringly: "Let it lead this mob, maybe it will bring us unexpected joy."

The two red glows on the faceless face flickered and dimmed without making a sound.

Edamame glanced at it warily~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then turned to look at Nikita.

It was quite certain that the owner of those snakes was the strange-looking guy in front of him. But it is not sure whether it can take it away. Because the breath of the beautiful banshee next to her is a bit dangerous.

Nikita narrowed those beautiful red eyes, opened his arms, and took a deep breath.

"A nostalgic taste."

She murmured, as if speaking to the two dogs in front of him, and as if talking to herself: "For most magical creatures, the silent forest is like a paradise. Plenty of food, school shelter, and deeds. Ally, a comfortable living environment... there is everything here."

For these words, Edamame was noncommittal, but carefully looked at the banshee in front of him, considering where to spit her to pieces at the fastest speed.

It does not worry that its hostility will attract special attention from the banshee.

Because it is not a dog.

At the same moment when the banshee appeared, the camp, not far from the two dogs, had already received an alert. Along with the voice of the banshee, a pair of scarlet eyes began to flash in the dark night.

The damp air began to smell of sulfur.

The wind that had already quieted down also flows again, becoming even hotter than before.

The banshee seemed to be unaware, still closing her eyes, and muttering softly:

"...The only problem is that when you get too close to the light, your eyes will be stinged, and when you live in heaven, your spirit will feel tired and forget your own meaning...Who still remembers misfortune? The glory of yours? You used to flow fire thousands of miles, bringing fear and war to wizards; you also swallowed the sky and the earth, biting off half of the moon in one bite. Look at you now, just a little farther away from the crater, and you become a group of people who complain Little lady."

"Like a bunch of abandoned pets."