Hunting College

Remington's gun was only a few feet away from Professor Yao's chest.

At the moment when the trigger was pulled, Zheng Qing thought about countless possible consequences-for example, the talisman was stopped by the professor with a finger before it hits the chest; for example, the talisman hit the professor's chest, like a grain of dust Falling on the surface of the water, there is no surprise; another example is that the professor suddenly showed his true body with three arms and eight arms, and ate the talisman in one bite.

Of course, the last possibility is extremely low.

The only thing he didn't expect was that the talisman never hit the professor. After the light blue projectile left the muzzle, it went straight forward, like a shooting star, but no matter how fast it was, it was always more than a foot away from Professor Yao's chest.

It seems that there is a vast universe in front of the professor's chest.

And that talisman was a small bug that fell into the amber.

The galloping talisman and the relatively static state appeared in Zheng Qing's eyes at the same time. The feeling of dislocation caused an unstoppable urge to vomit in his heart. He felt that the world was moving away from him quickly in all directions. At the same time, he again I clearly realized that I was still standing on the spot, the surrounding walls, floor tiles under my feet, and the professor in front of me hadn't changed anything from beginning to end.

Snapped.

After the forbidden curse aura was exhausted, the light cyan rune bomb shattered like bubbles, turned into a thin mist, and finally disappeared in the land between Zheng Qing and the professor.

Professor Yao smacked his lips like aftertaste.

"How do you feel?" Before the boy recovered his senses, the professor asked directly: "Compared with before, is there any special feeling when shooting this time?"

Zheng Qing was stunned, looked down at the talisman spear in his hand, after a long while, he muttered, "It feels very clean."

In the past, when the gun was shot, the body of the gun would more or less always emit a hint of forbidden curse, but after shooting this time, the escaped aura was absorbed by the skull on the gun, giving people a kind of point. Feeling refreshing outside.

Hearing the judgment of the young public-sponsored student, the professor nodded: "Indeed, it is much cleaner than before. If there are no other concerns, then I suggest you accept this talisman gun again. After all, guns are just tools, and there is no good or evil..."

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"Just to return the rune gun to you?"

Xiao Xiao spoke abruptly, interrupting Zheng Qing's aftertaste of last night's conversation and the shot. His slightly narrowed eyes were full of puzzlement: "If you just returned the gun, why did you change into a cat? Cat paw I can't hold a gun either."

While they were talking, the two had already arrived at Feiyuan where they were doing morning classes, and the lively atmosphere around them happily swirled around the wizards, engulfing them with a burst of vitality.

Zheng Qing was caught off guard by the doctor's question, and stood there for a few seconds before vaguely saying: "Because of the cat... Well, I always have to uphold justice... As the saying goes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility..."

He did not say how he knew that there were big cats fighting on the cat fruit tree, nor did he say what the consequences of the fight were or how he ‘justified’.

Because there were no big cat fights at all last night.

After saying goodbye to Professor Yao, the young public-sponsored student rushed to the empty spell training room downstairs, broke off the cap of the ampoule, and even before he could use other drinks to "neutralize" the effect, he went straight to deform the bottle. Pouring the medicine into the mouth.

Before the class meeting began, he quietly handed a ‘little mouse’ to the witch sitting in the front row of the classroom, and asked her to meet with Catguoshu at night. Although there is no clear time and place on the note, there is only a scribbled and ambiguous stick figure, but the wizard is inexplicable, and the witch must know what he means.

But when the class was stopped by Old Yao after the meeting, the wizard's time suddenly became extremely tense, and he might even be late, and was deemed by the witch to miss the appointment.

This is not a good pot.

After a while, a black cat flew out of the window of the spell training room, and ran to the small forest by the lake, following the narrow corridor in the small garden in front of the teaching building.

Linzhong Lake was still very quiet before the beginning of school. Because of the return of the wizards, the murlocs in the lake began to reduce their sense of existence, and the night patrols by the lake did not start, which made the black cat run smoothly all the way.

Standing under the tree, the black cat looked up at the big and small furry fruits on the tree, and looked at the little white cat who was lying on the Throne for hundreds of boring naps. The originally tense tail tip suddenly relaxed and drooped.

Then it coughed slightly, and took a dignified and serious step, climbing up the tree unhurriedly.

The hair dumplings on the cat fruit tree hang on the treetops as always, lazily and comfortably, watching the moonlight licking the fur, snoring one after another-the only difference is that tonight is the time to pay tribute.

As an informal'group', Zheng Qing's management of the hairy fruits on the cat fruit tree is extremely loose. As long as they are obediently and don't make troubles, the wizard will not trouble them, let alone three life, two lifespans, and Bingjing. Habits like carbon jing.

But last night was a little special.

As school is approaching, a few cats walked away from the Maoguo tree, and a few more cats came. The new cats came with empty claws when they worshipped the dock. They always brought some tributes to honor the tree boss. This behavior will drive the old cats on the tree to recall the days when they were dominated by black cats, and then they would offer offerings together.

This also formed the habit of ‘paying tribute’ to cats at the beginning of each semester.

Noting the arrival of the black cats, the ‘fruits’ on the tree got up one after another, according to their status, in twos and threes with their gifts in front of the throne, crawling and offering offerings.

After more than a year of training, no cats dare to stroke the black cat's whiskers and challenge its position on the cat fruit tree. And the few new kittens couldn't even provoke the forest cat on the tree, let alone challenge the status of the black cat.

Similar to the last time, this time the cat group's tribute is still varied.

Most of them are all kinds of weird little animals, such as six-legged fish, winged centipedes, plucked feathers called the emperor, and colorful beetles.

The black cat carefully pushed aside the trembling little creatures under the cat's paws, and selected another part of the tribute that was useful to him-for example, rusty copper ware was dug out of the soil, which may be a certain alchemist. Master’s masterpieces; for example, the damp notebook ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ may record the learning experience of a certain senior; there are also various gems, this kind of gift is the most cost-effective.

The black cat's paws picked among the little pile of gems.

There is a porcupine date, which is a stone of a porcupine, which has detoxification effect, but it is too ugly; there is a sunflower stone, golden and golden, but it is very beautiful, but it is too small, only a few grains of rice, it is the size of a palm. The kitten gave it a good match with its physique; there was also an emerald, the color, luster, and size were all right, but it collided with the last gift.

After picking it up, the black cat finally chose a light blue opal.

It weighed on the tip of its claws, nodded in satisfaction, and then pretended to be careless and pushed it in front of the little white cat. The little white cat tilted his head and glanced at the black cat, curled his mouth, and put his claws in his arms, drawing all the small piles of gems in front of him.

The black cat's expression was stagnant, and he turned around sadly, lying staggered on his throne, sighing at Yuechang, silent.

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