Hunting College

　　 "It's almost there, try it." The old man watched the flame slowly go out, reminding Zheng Qing.

　　 Zheng Qing looked at him blankly, thinking in a daze, how to try a piece of leather. Don’t all Dharma books look like books? Is this book of mine very special, is it an animal skin scroll?

　　 The skin lay softly in the air, twisted, and rolled himself into a roll of animal skin. Rolled twice, spread out again, and become a piece of leather again.

　　 This skin doesn't seem to like being turned into an animal skin roll! Zheng Qing was taken aback by his own thoughts.

　　 He felt that he must have lost too much blood and was dizzy.

　　 "What kind of book do you like?" the old man asked aside.

　　 shook his dizzy head, Zheng Qing tentatively imagined what his law book should look like.

　　 In midair, the milky white leather changed as he thought, like latex.

　　 Soft and white cover, blank title page, translucent page, leather buckle.

　　 is exactly the same as what I imagined in my mind!

　　 Zheng Qing stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

　　 The book trembles, making a clattering sound, as if smiling with satisfaction.

　　 A **** blood spread from the palm of his hand to his whole body, Zheng Qingfu reached his mind, took a deep breath, relaxed his whole body, and slowly fell to the ground.

　　 "Nice naked book." The old man nodded appreciatively: "A wizard without imagination is not a good wizard. The more details you think about, the greater the potential of your book."

　　 He beckoned and summoned the book in Zheng Qing's hand.

　　 "Are there any taboos?" The old man opened the drawer on the table, put out a row of scissors, hammers, cones, nails and other tools, raised his eyelids, and asked: "For example, can't touch silver? Or allergic to peach wood."

　　 "I don't know." Zheng Qing shook his head.

　　 "I don't know!" The old man frowned, and then stretched out again: "Then use brass. Brass has a mild temperament and a good texture. As far as I can remember, no one has a taboo on brass."

He knocked on the toolbox beside him. The copper plates, copper nails, and copper buttons inside were neatly lined up. He jumped onto the white book of Dharma, and was beaten flat and rounded under the hammer of the old man. , Becomes a staple, an inlay, or a decoration on a buckle.

　　 After tapping the last copper wire on the spine of the book, the old man put down the tool in his hand, patted it, and breathed out.

　　 "Very good, very promising little guy, I am a little bit reluctant to sell it to you." The old man twisted his wrinkles, squeezing out an unsuccessful smiling face, and handed the book to Zheng Qing.

　　 "What is the black thing that you took out of me just now?" Zheng Qing took the book, still a little messy in his mind. He thought of the black ink droplets that the old man had drawn from his chest with a spell, his face turned pale.

　　 "Isn't it the demon spirit you brought?" The old man put away the unsuccessful smiling face, full of displeasure: "You give me the receipt from the front desk first."

　　 Zheng Qing was taken aback, and immediately handed the cyan book list to the old man.

　　 "Freshman?" The old man widened his eyes and looked at the cyan paper in front of him. The dark eyes became more and more horrible: "Are you a freshman in the first university? Or a scholarship one?"

　　 "Hmm." Zheng Qing blinked, a strange thought floated in his mind, and nodded weakly.

"Then it's a golden bean." The old man nodded comfortably, and closed his eyes again: "The public servant got into my dark studio because he was looking at that golden grain. Bean's bottom line."

　　 Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly.

　　 "Your little elf just grabbed me several hairs." He took out the shiny little things from his jacket pocket and handed them to the old man, wondering: "Give me back these things."

　　 "They usually only pull two threads from the guests or remove a button. They are rarely so rude." The old man stretched out his little finger, picked up a small crystal with his long nails, and looked in front of him.

　　 "It's not rude either." Zheng Qing thought of the delicate little beauties, and changed the word: "It's a bit sassy at best."

　　 He was a little worried that the old man would clean up those elves.

"Not bad, it seems that they really like you. What they gave you is not glass slag." The old man's tone was full of smiles: "In the past, they asked for souvenirs from the guests, and at most they gave a little glass slag. You have all these. It's a good jade chip, a good stabilizer in the laboratory. It's more valuable than a golden bean."

　　 Zheng Qing licked his dry lips, and tightened his hands on the milky wizard book.

　　 He really wanted to invite those little elves to squeeze his hair again. There are also many rounds of treatment, and their living expenses for the academic year have been settled.

　　 But this kind of shame can only be thought of after all.

　　 stepped out with soft steps, Thomas was already waiting not far from the bookstore.

　　 Seeing Zheng Qing, who was pale and vacant, and heard his general experience, he couldn't help but shook his head and said: "Old Payne is in trouble, how can you use the method of blood refining to sacrifice the wizard book for you?"

　　 "Is this very dangerous?" Hearing a few sensitive words, UU read www.uukanshu. Com Zheng Qing's eyes are a little dark.

"That's not true," said Zheng Qing slantingly, and Thomas explained: "On the contrary, the wizard book that is so sacrificed has a good boost to the spell, and it has a strong growth. It's just that you are just a public student. , You shouldn't get such treatment anyway!"

　　 "Probably he admitted the wrong person." Zheng Qing recalled the situation of entering the shop, a little uncertain.

"It's very possible, and it's possible that he was happy to see Hunting. Old Payne is notoriously free to do what he wants." Thomas took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a bright red pill, and stuffed it into Zheng Qing's mouth. : "Blood, eat it. Otherwise I doubt that you will faint on the ground after walking a few steps. The interviewer is really not what I should do, it is a male security guard."

　　 He patted his book, leaving a ball of clear water on Zheng Qing's mouth.

　　 At the entrance of the red pill, Zheng Qing chewed hard a few times, probed his mouth and took a few mouthfuls of the water ball in front of him, and swallowed it.

　　 wiped his mouth, a fiery sensation surged from his stomach to the whole body.

　　 His face was hot, and even his lower body felt a little swollen.

　　 "This is to replenish blood? It feels too strange!" Zheng Qing was a little embarrassed, pinching his legs, fanning the wind with his new book, trying to convince himself that the blush is because of the upsurge of blood.

"You knew how to prepare it in your sophomore year." Thomas grinned maliciously and smiled: "For many sophomores and juniors, this kind of little pill with no side effects can be used in many places! Of course! , Provided that you can pass the freshman exam."

　　 Zheng Qingshi couldn't ignore Thomas' ridicule, and his face turned red.

　　 It’s not that I said such shameful words, why am I blushing!

　　 He roared in his heart.