Hunting College

The yellow raccoon squatted on the windowsill, pressing a small yellow croaker under its paws.

The fish skin was fried crispy and golden, and the burnt fragrance overflowed. It had already been refined to the last ray of vitality. Only the pale fish eyes remained, staring at the gray sky in a daze, and occasionally a strange light flashed in the eyes. .

It's just that the yellow raccoon's attention is not on this dried fish.

It was squinting, looking at the black-robed wizards who hurriedly passed by the window of Sanyou Bookstore. Occasionally, his eyes would cross the high walls and fall on other corners of the town.

Mr. Wu was lying on the rocking chair, holding an uncovered ancient book in thread, and the round black-framed glasses had slipped to the tip of his nose, but it did not prevent him from taking a nap.

Next to the rocking chair.

The fire in the small tea stove had been burning all night, and a thick layer of white embers had been piled up in the hearth, and only a few pieces of dark red charcoal remained, flickering weakly in the white embers, vomiting their few enthusiasm.

Oooh!

The small red clay teapot yelled twice, indicating that the tea in its stomach was boiling again.

Its shout awakened the bookstore owner in his sleep, but the tabby cat on the windowsill was indifferent to it-of course, it was not completely unresponsive. After hearing the scream of the teapot, the yellow lily trembled her ears twice and curled up. He picked up the soft hairs in his ears and blocked the noise-Mr. Wu helped Fu slipped glasses, yawned, and stretched.

"what time is it?"

He touched the lipstick clay teapot and felt the temperature of the kettle body. The teapot was purring comfortably in his hand, purring, like a cat basking in the sun in the afternoon.

The yellow flower raccoon flicked his tail and did not answer the bookstore owner's problem.

"No need to stare." Mr. Wu picked up the teapot and took a sip of his tea. He glanced at the tabby cat helplessly: "With this little effort, you might as well snore for a while."

"You really don't care about anything?" The yellow flower raccoon finally retracted his gaze from the window and looked at the owner of the bookstore: "I must remind you that it's messed up outside now... Every second, there will be more than a dozen more in the future. Possibility. Just now, I saw the black goat running up the Silent River, and according to previous observations, it should now be back in the Silent Forest."

Mr. Wu put down the small red clay teapot, leaned back, and fell back comfortably on the recliner.

"The future should have infinite possibilities." He squinted his eyes, with a satisfied smile on his face: "If everything is so certain, the world would be too boring."

"The price of making you'feeling fun' is that this town, this school, this island, and even this world are in an unknown risk." The beard at the corner of the yellow lily's mouth was cocked, and the cat's face showed a serious expression:

"You are not a cat, and you shouldn't be as willful as we are... Bring that kid back. His existence has become the biggest variable."

"Unknown and certain, chaos and order are like two yin and yang fish biting each other's tails," Mr. Wu murmured, his voice getting lighter and lighter, gradually lowering and inaudible: "This world has no such absolute future... …"

The yellow lily sighed deeply and looked down at the dried fish under his paws.

For the first time, it didn't feel like dried fish anymore.

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A large translucent light blue fish stopped in a secluded bay of Silent River.

The fish's body is covered with complex white runes, gleaming charming colors in the morning light, and the two fins on the abdomen tremble from time to time, and there are beautiful ripples under the big fish, conveying bursts of photos. Man’s magic fluctuations.

"Why did you stop?" A wizard's voice suddenly came out from the belly of the fish, perhaps because it was in the belly of the fish, the voice seemed a little dull.

"The front is the guardian formation of the first university," another little girl's voice replied, seemingly lacking in confidence: "Are we going to keep up? Will we be arrested and killed by the old school workers..."

The third wizard's voice sounded in the fish's belly, looking a little anxious: "Is it time to care about those old men? They are all in the dark prison, we are working for them!"

Zhang Boren's head came out from where Big Fish's left eye was.

Ishikawa got out from the position of Da Yu's right eye.

"How is it?" The leader of the Kunpeng hunting team looked at the pale golden enchantment a few meters away, as thin as the morning mist, frowned, and turned to look at his hunter.

Ishikawa Ukyo's hand was flat in front of him, and the emerald green paper crane flew happily over the palm of his hand, leaving a string of pale green symbols.

"It's already in." The swordsman replied briefly: "Through a gap in the barrier at the bottom of the river."

"There are gaps in the school's guardian array?" Even if I saw it with my own eyes, the hunting team leader still felt a little unbelievable: "It's a hell!"

"The guardian circle is anti-ghost." The hunter of the hunting team retorted solemnly: "Even if it is a ghost, it is impossible to pass through this layer of enchantment silently."

"The strongest fortress often falls from the inside of the fortress." The voice of the hunter's fortuneteller came from the belly of the big blue fish: "The crystal ball told me that there are murlocs, alphas, mice, and certain moons in this gap. The breath of the clan."

"It should be the black market channel of the hemophilia." The dwarf Bahrain immediately gave his own guess: "When in school, they can always get all kinds of rare goods outside. Everyone knows that they have their own secret channels."

Zhang Boren sighed heavily: "It's crazy."

He stared at the ripples rising under the big fish, paused for a moment, and looked at the hunter again: "Where does this branch flow?"

Ishikawa's fingers moved slightly, and the emerald green paper crane fluttered its wings again.

"Lin Zhonghu~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the hunter confirmed.

"What time is it now?" Zhang Boren lowered his head and asked.

"Ten minutes to seven o'clock." A fortuneteller's voice came from the fish's belly: "Today is Saturday. At this time, few students will stay near the lake."

"If you continue to hunt, you can stop the sheep before it jumps out of the bottom of the lake." The hunting team hunter also gave his own opinion: "But we must take into account the murloc tribe... They may find it when we hunt. trouble."

The dwarf's slightly irritable voice came from the fish's belly: "We even broke through the school barrier, do we still care about the opinions of those stinky guys?"

"Indeed," Zhang Boren looked at Ishikawa, then shook his head, looked at the pale golden enchantment, licked his lips, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "The time left for us is running out... I think, Those old men who stay in the dark prison should be able to understand our choices."

After a while, the big blue fish flicked its tail and gently sank into the gurgling silent river.

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