Hunting College

If the eyes looking at Zheng Qing in the hall were just a little 'scrutinizing' and a little 'sharp', then at the moment when his portrait kissed the fingertips of Su Shijun's portrait, there were many nameless curses mixed in the scrutiny, and those 'sharp' 'It is more like a substance, as if it has turned into a series of sharp arrows, vowing to gather a thousand arrows into someone's heart.

Zheng Qing was very glad that he chose the one with the strongest magic defense when he chose the dress.

Even so, the tiny golden runes that had been happily roaming around on his robe were dimmed to the naked eye, and his movements gradually slowed down.

He was astonished at this scene, and he just wanted to escape from this battlefield quickly.

"What are you looking at?"

Dylan came out from another corner, holding three wine glasses in his hand, and asked in a low voice.

"Looking at the mural."

The young public servant replied dryly, stretched out his hand to grab the green bee with a lemon stuck in the mouth of the cup, and secretly praised the "gentleman" for his eyesight, because he happened to feel a little dry right now.

In the next second, Mr. Vampire Werewolf raised his hand, turned around, stepped on an elegant dance step, and gave the glass of wine that Zheng Qing liked to a passing strange witch. There were two left, one for himself and the other for himself. He roughly stuffed it into Linda Barnes' hands, completely ignoring the reporter's statement that she would not drink.

Then, he looked at Zheng Qing again.

"I mean, what are 'you' looking at?" Dylan stretched out his fingers and poked upwards, as if trying to break the dome on the ceiling. He bit the word 'you' very hard.

Zheng Qing finally understood that he was asking what the two guys with their backs to the crowd were looking at in the painting, and also understood why his drink was gone.

"Probably the starry sky?"

The boy's voice was full of bitterness, and he was a little uncertain, but he still pulled himself together and spread out his hands sincerely: "You know, the person in the painting is the person in the painting, the shadow is the shadow, I am me... the person in the painting wants to What to do, I can't control it here."

Dylan raised the cup of **** drink in his hand, viciously, and drank it down.

"This way."

Mr. Vampire Werewolf maintained his last rationality and gentlemanship, but he also clearly knew that it was very unwise for Zheng Qing to stay in this hall, so he simply ended the tour of the wizard and took him to the back of the hall go.

"That's right," the young public fee student trotted along beside Striding Meteor's companion, smiling all over his face: "...you haven't said who the guest I 'absolutely can't imagine' is."

Dylan kept a straight face and said nothing, but his pace slowed down a little.

"Absolutely unimaginable?"

Familiar astonishment came from Zheng Qing's ears. He turned his head and stared blankly at Miss Linda Barnes beside him like a ghost, holding an empty wine glass in her hand. The sorcerer looked like he was running around and messy, and he was always dignified.

Must have cheated with magic.

Zheng Qing was thinking in his heart, and looked her up and down rather impolitely: "...Didn't you say you don't know how to drink?"

"Oh, a little bit is fine." The blond witch pretended to smile shyly, and quickly stuffed the empty wine glass in her hand into a passing elf, and her face immediately became shrewd: "You just said 'I can't imagine 'Who's the guest? Gongsun Yuan? Louise Cody? Or Violet Jessop?"

Except for the last name, which Zheng Qing knew was the purple-haired witch from the teaching assistant team, the other two names he just remembered were 'senior cadres' who belonged to the student union, and they didn't have much contact with each other on weekdays.

"I really can't imagine the list you provided."

After Zheng Qing complained sincerely, he couldn't help but gossip: "Assistant Violet... You mean the assistant lady with purple hair, right? Why did she come to... this kind of dance?"

"Half of them are dispatched by the school, with tasks, like me."

The lady reporter gave him an unexpected answer: "We are responsible for part of the security at the ball... The other half of the reason, of course, is my guess. There are many assistants and stuffy gourds, and she doesn't say anything, so she probably wants to remind someone."

Zheng Qing originally thought that she was simply here to catch a wealthy son-in-law tonight, and because of Fatty Xin, she naturally felt a little bit repelled, but only now did she realize her mistake.

"Where is Dylan taking us?" The wizard's tone and attitude changed significantly, making the blonde witch quite confused.

"The hall in front is equivalent to the ball rest area, and the formal dance hall is still behind."

Linda Barnes was well aware of her surroundings as part of her security at the ball: "But be aware that there is a security barrier between the front hall and the back court... such as disguise magic, polymorph or love potion Users will be screened out by the magic circle... especially the last one, every year there are a few young wizards or witches who don't know the importance of it, want to play around, use magic to find love, and then..."

"ah!"

An exclamation came from not far away~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The two young wizards followed the prestige, and saw a magical light cocoon wrapped around a masked witch and shot out, disappearing into the night in an instant .

"And then, like this."

The blond witch raised her fan to cover her mouth, and concluded: "There are only so many magics or potions that can create love, and they have been played by seniors in the school for hundreds of years. It may be a very confident child who feels that his talent can challenge the rules of the ball under the moon...Although it is rare, if a child with such outstanding talent passes the magic barrier screening, he deserves it."

"Is it so harsh?"

"This ball is an important part of family friendship. It is likely to affect the power structure of the Yuexia clan for decades or even hundreds of years. It cannot be overemphasized... But having said that, after all, the people participating in the ball are only juniors, which is too much. It's not magical enough to be serious... So, it's hard to describe it in extreme terms like 'strict' or 'relaxed'."

While speaking, the three of them had already reached the entrance of another corridor, and Zheng Qing once again felt a soft obstruction like a spun veil. He suddenly realized that this should be the 'magic barrier' that Linda called, and this clear touch was both a reminder and a warning.

At the same time, he also realized why he was just nodding his head before, and a little shadow was taken away by the dome. The reason probably lies in this ubiquitous magic barrier.

call!

Outside the barrier, the night was clear and the valley breeze was blowing. The first thing that attracted Zheng Qing's attention was a huge Christmas tree standing next to the dance hall. Dozens of little wizards sat in rows on the branches, singing Christmas songs, crisp and cheerful The singing voice inspired the joy in everyone's heart.

Zheng Qing finally realized who Dylan was talking about.