Hunting College

The shore of Linzhong Lake at night is very quiet.

Insects do not fly, birds do not sing, fish do not swim.

The pale moonlight fell on the dark lake water, shimmering with sparkling waves, like a broken mirror, looking dizzy.

Zheng Qing sat blankly by the lake, facing the broken lake, pondering over why he was here.

Class? No, it is already night and there is no class schedule.

Self-study? It's not right. Even if there is a small square across, Zheng Qing can see the black and white Book Mountain Pavilion not far away, without a trace of light, let alone self-study.

appointment? But with whom?

Before he could think clearly, a hand patted his shoulder.

"You are here!" A familiar voice rang in his ear, bringing out a string of silver bells of laughter.

Zheng Qing suddenly turned his head, and as far as he could see, he could only see a slim figure gradually disappearing into the thick fog by the lake.

"Slow down," he yelled, chasing after him.

Running a few steps fast, chasing into the depths of the dense fog, Zheng Qing was very domineering and grabbed the figure from his back, and slammed her against the thick mottled trunk of the Platanus sylvestris.

The long eyelashes tremble violently and slowly hang down.

A blush rendered her white cheeks.

The girl didn't refuse, but was short of breath.

"What am I doing?" When Zheng Qing tried to kiss, the thought suddenly came to mind: "Who is she?"

He shook his head vigorously, and the girl's face flashed quickly before him.

Very familiar, but very strange.

Her eyes seemed big and beautiful, but they seemed only dark and bright.

Her lips were bright rosy for a while, looking plump and pleasant; for a while, they were pressed together tightly, seeming to suppress something.

Her hairstyle is very strange.

On the left is long black hair, exuding a faint scent of jasmine; on the right is a big chestnut red wave, trembling with a seductive breath.

"What is that!" The girl suddenly exclaimed, pointing behind him.

Zheng Qing turned and looked.

The original broken lake completely collapsed, revealing a hideous fish head.

The head of the fish is tens of meters high, staring at a pair of dull round eyes, staring at the young men and women not far from the shore.

"...Sizzle...eat..."

A dry sound came out of the fish's mouth.

The head of the fish moved to the shore little by little, gradually revealing the sharp fins on the head, shoulders and neck, exposing the thick arms, and the chest and abdomen covered with blue and black scales.

"...Hiss...shred..."

A stench pounced as the fish's head kept approaching, which was suffocating.

"It's the Murloc King, go!" Zheng Qing turned around and pushed hard.

The girl immediately disappeared into the thick mist.

"The north is cool! No, it's the cold north wind! No, no!" Zheng Qing frantically flipped through his books, shouting various spells, and finally saw the required spell in an inconspicuous corner.

"The north wind is cold!!" He stood up and slammed the book on the murloc.

A huge light pierced the deep night and hit the murloc body, and thunder rang from a distance.

"Wow!!!" The murloc roared, and quickly retreated to the depths of the lake, gradually disappearing invisible.

The lake returned to a broken peace.

The fog covered it again.

The fight a moment ago seemed like an illusion and disappeared completely.

"Meow..." A timid kitten cry sounded deep in the thick fog.

Zheng Qing hesitated and walked along with the sound.

On a rockery by the lake, a young white shorthair cat is catching a dancing black butterfly. Its fleshy little hairy paws are shining in the moonlight with an intoxicating soft light, and it shakes its head and tail during the jump, looking naive.

"I can't catch it!" He yelled with a feeling, trying to rush to stop.

"Ah, trouble." A hoarse and pleasant voice rang in his ears, and a slim figure rose from the surface of the lake, mist covering her like a gauze, making her invisible.

A huge force came from behind, pushing solemnly into the lake.

The bright red, viscous liquid poured in from all directions and poured in along his long mouth, along his nostrils, and ears.

Zheng Qing waved his arms, struggling, and slowly sank into the depths of the lake.

Before he sank completely, he heard the last sentence:

"Loveliness is also an original sin."

"Puff!" Accompanied by a scream, Zheng Qing rolled out of the curtain and fell to the carpet.

"Xixi..." The elves quickly woke up, fluttering their wings, watching the young wizard mumble worriedly, and crawled back to the bed again.

On the window sill, the squinting beard trembled slightly, and he snored disapprovingly again.

The night is thick.

The sky was covered with dark clouds outside the window, and there was no trace of moonlight.

...

Saturday morning.

When Xiao Xiao greeted Zheng Qing for morning class again, the public students who were still active on weekdays did not show up for a long time.

It wasn't until Xiao Xiao drove the group of elves into the tent that Zheng Qing crawled out of his six-poster bed in despair.

"Are you not going to do morning class?" Xiao Xiao wore a belt and turned to look at Zheng Qing. He was taken aback by his dignity, and he uttered a rare swear word: "Ha...what's the situation!"

Xiao Xiao's voice increased a lot, obviously ignoring the other sleeping figures in the dormitory.

"Oh!" Tuan Tuan yelled dissatisfiedly, twisting his fat body, arching into the depths of Fatty Xin's bed.

The fat man hummed twice and continued to play chess with Zhou Gong.

In midair, the screaming little elves were also taken aback, and quickly hid behind Zheng Qing's neck.

Xiao Xiao smiled at them sorry.

"What's the situation?" He pushed his glasses, lowered his voice and asked again: "Your eyes seem to be blown out."

Zheng Qing squinted his eyes and leaned in front of the full-length mirror.

Indeed, his originally small eyes are now almost only a slit. The bulging eyeballs seemed to have been filled with a few liters of ink, and it seemed to be stung by a group of hornet.

"Nightmare." Zheng Qing muttered, pressing his sore shoulder hard, and simply replied: "I was awakened several times last night... I feel I can't sleep well anymore."

"Nightmare?" Xiao Xiao whispered as he pushed Zheng Qing out of the door: "The first university can still have nightmares? How annoying you should be."

"What do you mean." Although Zheng Qing's mind was a little unclear, he still didn't forget the two cufflinks~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and directed a little elf to fly back to the dormitory to help him get it.

"What nightmare did you have?" Xiao Xiao did not answer Zheng Qing's doubts, but continued to ask.

Zheng Qing opened the door of the dormitory and walked into the first university in the early morning.

"Forgot." He rubbed his cheeks vigorously and took a few deep breaths.

On the campus in the early morning, the air is very fresh.

The scent of mud and grass poured into Zheng Qing's lungs along the mist rising from the morning dew.

This is a sober potion that will never go out of style.

Zheng Qing's spirit was obviously refreshed.

"I have a nightmare as soon as I fall asleep, and I forget it as soon as I wake up. I can remember a few moments when I wake up, but I forget everything when I breathe in the fresh air outside." He complained as he walked, "Very standard Nightmare process."

"It's very standard indeed." Xiao Xiao nodded thoughtfully.