Hunting College

　　 The sun at noon hung in the north center of the sky without a trace of cloud. In the azure blue background, there was only a **** bird, spreading its wide wings, soaring between the sea and the sky.

　　 The poisonous sunlight fell on the sparkling sea, shimmering with charming colors.

　　 This is an empty sea. From the front of the eyes to the place where the sea and the sky are in communication, there is no abrupt and strange thing, only the dense blue.

　　 The gentle sea breeze blew across the water, pulling out the flying fishes underwater, facing the sun, crackling the wide fins.

　　 It was not a vicious ocean predator that surprised these little creatures, but a three-masted sailing ship with a length of 100 meters.

　　 A black sailboat sleeping quietly on the sea.

　　 The hull is black and shiny. The jet-black hull seemed to be glazed, shining in the sun.

　　 On the first two main masts are five dim horizontal sails, and on the last mast is a spinnaker; the canvases are all wide, but the black ship is strangely stopped in place, unmoving. The surface of the sea within a radius of several miles cannot be turbulent

　　 On the deck at the stern of the ship, there is a wind lantern, the light is weak and the fire is green. But even when the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly, the lamp exuded a dazzling light, shrouding the entire ship in its own light.

　　 The bow of the ship slanted forward into the sky with a few thick ropes tightly tied to the mast, running through the entire black ship and firmly bound to the thick mast in the middle of the ship.

　　 Below the bowsprit, there is a statue of a banshee with folded hands.

　　 The banshee's scarlet eyes shimmered slightly, and she looked like a stranger, and her body was white as jade, in sharp contrast with the black ship. She was covered with only a layer of gauze, but there was a thick red iron chain wrapped around her neck and arms, encircling her body.

　　 There are dozens of small-scaled snakes coiled around her head. At this moment, these gloomy cave lovers are slumping weakly under the scorching sun, spitting out letters, and hanging on the mast that resembles a spear in the bow of the ship.

　　 Warm days always make people feel lazy.

　　 Being lazy creates a drowsy atmosphere.

　　 The deck is empty. There is no crew member who wipes the deck diligently, and even the rope hanging from the mast is too lazy to shake.

　　 On the top of the cabin was a coarse cloth recliner.

　　 On the recliner, a young black-haired young man wearing a pink polo shirt and white and green beach pants buttoned a spread of "Ms. Blossoming" on his face. There was a faint snoring under the magazine.

　　 Sleeping on the main mast directly behind the young man, there is a big bald man with coarse shorts hanging on his head, motionless, without a trace of anger. He opened his arms, like a suffering Jesus, his sturdy body was scarred.

　　 In front of the left side of the ship, leaning against a tall blond young man. He dangled a thick cigarette, squinted, motionless, staring at the fishing rod in front of him.

　　 Maybe he is the only sober person on the deck.

　　The black sailing boat is stationed alone in this calm sea, and all you can see is the rolling waves. Apart from fishing, this sober fellow can't find other fun.

　　 But even this little fun is slowly dissolving under the strong sunlight.

　　 "Damn it!" The blond young man cursed angrily.

　　 From morning until now, his fishing rod has no chance to wind up. The quiet sea is like a piece of blue glass, without the slightest ripple. The intestines hanging on the hook did not even attract the blow fly.

　　 "Could it be that these wizards have done too many toxic experiments recently, and even the flies hate their flesh and blood?" The blond young man speculated maliciously, and raised his head boredly.

　　 Then he saw the black spot hovering high in the sky.

　　 "Damn beast!" The young man took a heavy puff of cigarette.

　　 All this is the fault of the big bird.

　　 He lifted his eyelids, glanced at the black spot in the sky with scarlet eyes, and puffed out smoke rings heavily.

　　 In the middle of the smoke ring, the big bird stretched its wings casually.

　　 Since the captain found a pair of wizard eyes hanging above his head, he ordered everyone to raise the sail and drop anchor.

　　 So the black boat stopped at this place where only one bird shit.

　　Originally at this time, everyone should be listening to the siren sing a little song on the white sandy beaches of the Mediterranean, killing two Minotaurs, who were raised by the parliament, and praising the beautiful moon.

　　 Unexpectedly, it was soaked because of a big bird.

"Harry!" The blond young man threw half of the cigarette in his hand into the sea, stared at the deck chair on the top of the cabin, and exclaimed angrily: "You really haven't dig out a bird's egg recently? That flat-haired beast was born in us. The top of my head has been spinning for three days!"

The snoring in "Ms. Blossom" stagnated, the young man in the pink polo shirt blocked his ears with his hands, muttered a few words, turned his **** to the blond young man on the side of the ship, and continued to enjoy the comfort in the sun .

　　 The blond young man narrowed his eyes again.

　　 A trace of blood flashed through his pupils, and a violent smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

　　The anger that has been accumulated for three days can be detonated only for an unwarranted reason~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Maybe after doing it, the two people will be beaten by the captain, and then hung on the mast and dried.

　　 But he didn't do it, he was worried that he would be burnt to ashes by the flames in his heart.

　　 The blond youth rubbed the palms of his hands, rubbing a string of fine air explosions.

　　 **** facing him, the young man wearing a pink polo shirt tensed his muscles, and the snoring under "Ms. Blossom" disappeared without a trace.

　　 The slender snakes hanging on the bowsprit seemed to feel something, straightened their necks, and hissed at the blonde youth and pink youth.

　　 The slender head of the sturdy man hanging on the mast shook slightly.

　　 For a moment, the deck fell into a strange silence.

　　 At this time, there was a ‘pop’, as if a light bubble burst from the bow of the ship, breaking the silence on the deck.

　　 A slender figure appeared at the tip of the bowsprit with this light sound.

The sound of 　　 咚咚 high heels sounded hurriedly, and this figure trot across this mast along the catwalk.

When passing by the bottom of the mast, the figure snorted and stomped heavily. The serpents who were crawling around the mast looked at their stomped companions, screaming in horror, running away and rolling back. Above the head of the banshee's prow.

"Nikita, you haven't seen you in a few years. Your temper has grown a lot." The blond young man followed the truncated snake meat, watching it fall into the sea, and his tone was rather unkind: "When will the Lich King It's gone wild on the sea."

　　 The calm sea rolled. A group of small white fish submerged the snake meat like foam. Before a trace of blood spilled, the snake meat melted in the snow-filled foam.