Hunting College

In most cases, when a small wound is drawn on a person's hand, there is generally no need to pay too much attention, and the wound will heal naturally after a period of time.

But when this small wound constantly oozes blood, and it can't stop it anyway, the situation becomes more complicated.

Zheng Qing is currently facing such a complicated situation.

A few minutes ago, he and the young master of Taylor's family shook hands in a friendly manner.

——This kind of thing is very normal. A handshake is just a common etiquette before interpersonal communication.

But then, Zheng Qing had a small wound on the palm of his hand.

——Although this situation is rare, it does not completely rule out various abnormalities. Maybe a certain ring on Andrew's finger is too new, and there are edges and corners on the ring that have not been smoothed; maybe a certain ring touched passive magic, and Zheng Qing was stabbed by the thorns halo attached to it; or two When the individual shook hands, a small bug was caught in it and opened its giant claw angrily.

In the final analysis, this was just a small accident.

Zheng Qing has no habit of angering.

So he wiped off the blood stain on the root of his finger, shook his hand, and continued to chat and laugh with the young master of Taylor's family.

However, after Zheng Qing wiped away the blood spilled from the palms of his hands for the fifth time, seeing a bright red color emerge from the needle-point-sized wound again, he finally couldn't continue to laugh.

"Are there any band-aids!" Zheng Qing turned his head and slammed Xiao Xiao who was beside him in a flustered manner: "It's weird. This small wound has been bleeding all the time, and I can't stop it."

"Band-aid? What is that." Xiao Xiao obviously hadn't heard of the drugs that Bai Dings usually use to stop bleeding.

He pushed his glasses, his puzzled eyes fell on Zheng Qing's palms, watching the blood that was gradually overflowing again, and slowly frowned: "What you need is a golden sore medicine, or a'Gan Lin Talisman'. Of course, it would be better if the curse of healing was copied in the book."

Zheng Qing immediately realized his identity as a wizard.

"I'm talking about Ganlin Talisman." He blushed and emphasized: "We call Ganlin Talisman Band-Aid."

"It's a strange name." Xiao Xiao muttered, lowered his head and leaned over to Zheng Qing's wound. After taking a closer look, he asked, "What's the matter? If you didn't pay attention for two minutes, you added something to yourself. wound."

Zheng Qing's face turned redder, and he looked like Zhang Jixin's blood brother.

He glanced at the young master of Taylor's family nerdly, without speaking.

"Do you need Ganlin Talisman?" Andrew approached enthusiastically and said to Zheng Qing: "I have some newly bought talisman papers, which were just drawn by a senior therapist of Baicaotang within a month. The effect is very good-of course Compared with the works of your master talisman, there are still some gaps."

Zheng Qing's compliment on this just right is very useful.

"Where is..." He smiled and raised his intact hand, and swayed slightly: "It's all small carving skills, how can it be compared with the masters of Baicaotang."

"Fortunately, you still know yourself." Xiao Xiao sneered, and then asked the previous question again: "How did this wound come out?"

A pure sorcerer is most particular about prescribing the right medicine.

Just like the inconspicuous wound on the palm of Zheng Qing's palm, the bite of insects, the hard thorns of vegetation, or the damage of other magic items, different situations require different treatment methods.

Zheng Qing followed Mr. Wu's ears and eyes when he was a child, and of course he knew these things.

But before he could speak, Andrew next to him had already explained the ins and outs to Xiao Xiao very sincerely.

He even patted his chest and promised all Zheng Qing's medical expenses.

The young public servant was moved with tears, deeply regretting that he just broke a small hole in his palm.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zheng Qing patted Andrew's shoulder with that intact hand, looked at the sturdy werewolf with a self-blaming expression, and comforted: "We all know... it's not your fault."

Andrew smiled gratefully, without speaking.

Xiao Xiao pinched his hand to release the Ganlin Talisman, which was said to have been drawn by a senior therapist from Baicaotang, into Zheng Qing's palm.

A bright green halo passed.

Zheng Qing felt that his whole hand was soaked in warm water and washed from the inside out. Every pore opened its mouth comfortably, and every cell seemed to be cheering.

After the green light passed, Zheng Qing raised his hand.

The tiny wound at the base of the **** had long since disappeared without a trace.

"Intact!" He raised his hand happily, showing his palms to his friends.

"Since it's okay, I'll go there first," the young master of Taylor's family seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and smiled: "Let's get back in touch again."

After that, he waved goodbye to Zheng Qing, turned and wanted to leave.

Only a thick figure stood in front of him.

Zheng Qing looked at the figure in surprise.

It's Zhang Jixin.

He seemed to notice something wrong in the red-faced boy's look, and raised his hand to say hello.

Unsuspectingly, Xiao Xiao who was next to him yanked his robe corners and shook his head silently.

Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment and put his hand back.

If everyone is here anyway, nothing should happen.

Thinking this way, Zheng Qing suddenly felt a lot more at ease.

Compared with him, Andrew Taylor's mood is not so happy.

Everything is going according to plan, just take a few steps to return to the Alpha freshman team, and he has a chance to win the favor of Mr. Seprano.

Andrew clenched his fists, looked at Julian and others who were looking anxiously not far away, and sighed heavily in his heart.

Just a few steps away.

In front of him.

Zhang Jixin hugged his arms and looked up and down at the werewolf cub in the white robe, with a mocking smile on his mouth.

"What's the matter?" Andrew suppressed the anxiety in his heart, took a step back, and raised his arm cautiously.

On his clenched fist, the colorful magic ring burst into light for the first time.

"Why are you so nervous?" Zhang Jixin suddenly relaxed his expression, stretched out his hand carelessly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and handed it to Andrew, saying: "It's also not bad to come and go... and get to know me."

Andrew frowned, and from the corner of his eyes he noticed several unkindly approaching figures around him. His heart sank, his face barely squeezed a smile, and he agreed: "I'm sorry, I'm Andrew Taylor ,Nice to meet you."

With that said, he honestly handed his hand to the red-faced boy in front of him.

The glove that Zhang Jixin was wearing was not taken off.

The gleaming light on the magic ring between Andrew's fingers did not go out.

"I don't dare to tell." Zhang Jixin chuckled, firmly grasped the hand that the young werewolf handed in front of him, gritted his teeth and said: "But when you first meet, there must be a meeting ceremony."

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