Hunting College

For fat people, the most painful thing in the world is to be hungry.

Even if he just hears others hungry, he will feel a kind of pity from the heart, and then a subtle sense of identity...even if the other person is just a bug.

Of course, the sense of identity that relies on compassion is very fragile-so fragile that when the fat man who is the "trophies collector" of the Yougui Hunter sees the empty skull of the prey, he immediately vanishes.

"frenzied!"

The fat man wore silk gloves with both hands, tweezers in one hand, and a knife in the other, facing the empty skull of the bull demon, his face turned pale, and he was shivering: "Isn't the flying centipede just eat brains? Why does it ruin the cow? Demon's eyes!"

"When the pair of tricks calculate the score, the weight can reach more than 20%! It was just destroyed by a bug?!"

"If it eats it, it will be fine... if the fertilizer does not flow out of the field, it can be considered to improve the combat effectiveness of our hunting team."

"But it just pierced the eyeball and stirred it up, what a situation!"

"It's too bad, it's too bad!"

It was Zhang Jixin's flying centipede that caused the fat man's anger. Although it intercepted the blue bird's sword shadow, as the "pet" of the hunter of the sinner, everyone would naturally not care about its behavior of stealing food privately.

But when the golden light returned to the box and Fatty Xin began to dig his heart, peel his skin, and collect the spoils, contradictions appeared.

The flying centipede didn't know what kind of thought it came from. After sucking the bull demon's brain, it even pierced two small holes in the bull demon's eyeballs, letting the demon essence in the eyeballs flow away.

This naturally caused great dissatisfaction with the ‘trophies collector’ of the Yougui Hunting Team.

Zhang Jixin seemed a little disapproved of the fat man's rants.

"It's still small, it has just grown up, don't be so harsh on it... Besides, we are not really playing now."

The red-faced wizard is holding the small box of flying centipedes, his eyes are shining, as if he can’t wait to sneak in with the golden light to see what it looks like: "...instead of paying attention to the two tattered eyeballs, Might as well sit down and think about how to escape this damned hunting ground. I don't want to give that big-mouthed Guru a meal at night."

The words were justified and well-founded, leaving the fat man silent.

"Even if you are right... but this bull demon is the trophy of the hunting team. Your bugs are not ruining two eyeballs, but golden beans!" The fat man held the horns and cut with a knife. While holding the cowhide, he gritted his teeth and said.

His statement is not an exaggeration.

In the wandering bar on the pedestrian street in Beta Town, there are small blackboards that buy various monsters' parts—whether it is the eyeballs and hearts of the monsters, or the blood, bone meal, skin, meat, scales, etc. The price is clearly marked, and the young man is not deceived.

If the supply of goods is large, there is still room for negotiation on the price, and even some buyers will pay in advance.

The reason why monster flesh is so popular is that this creature is the only magical creature that can be hunted in large numbers and traded openly in the wizarding world.

Raising a herbal garden requires tens of thousands of catties of magical bone meal fertilizer every year; for a Gu worm breeding experiment, it takes tons of magical flesh and blood; not to mention the ink used by the wizards to transcribe spells in the books. The heart sacrificed in the summoning formation-it is no exaggeration to say that the long history of magic is a history of how to make the most of the'resources produced by demons'.

So much so that the famous great wizard Karl Strauss wrote in the preface of "The Philosophy of Magic": "...Magic comes to this world, from head to toe, every pore is dripping with blood and dirt. s things……"

With such a large demand, even if there are hundreds of hunting teams hunting monsters in multiple worlds, it is difficult to support the continuous demands of the wizards in the rear. It is no wonder that the hunting competitions held by the wizarding world are increasing year by year. It also gets richer year by year.

"Although the flying centipede destroyed the eyes of the bull demon, it left a complete piece of cowhide." Xiao Xiao's voice rang from the side, interrupting the fat man's ranting: "...If we follow our previous plan, this The cow demon's skin is definitely incomplete."

"And a complete cow demon skin is not only an important prop for the'bull-changing technique', but also an indispensable part of the advanced flying carpet. From these perspectives, the flying centipede does not count. bad thing."

"This is the so-called blessing and blessing where the blessing lies." Zhang Jixin triumphantly shook his box pretending to be flying centipedes, and quoted a few famous sayings: "Or, this is the mulberry harvested by the lost East. It is also."

The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead, raised his head, and was about to say something taunting, another golden light popped out of the box in Zhang Jixin's hand, and it suddenly shot into the grass not far away.

This sudden change immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"What's the situation?!" Zheng Qing, who was immersed in transcribing spells, was awakened by the fluctuations. He suddenly got up and looked to the left and right severely: "Who is using magic? Didn't I remind you before that it belongs to the silent period now? It attracts demons. How to do?!"

Fatty and Xiao Xiao pointed to Zhang Jixin.

Zhang Jixin held the box in his hand, a red face purplish, and even stammered: "No, it doesn't matter what happened to me... It was just fine, it suddenly flew out..."

"So, it's not good for children to catch colds and coughs. Most of them are pretending to be just a fight." The fat man pretended to cough twice and added: "The same goes for bugs."

The corner of Zhang Jixin's mouth twitched and he glared at the fat man.

While speaking, the golden light had already shot back from the grass and hid in the box again.

Zheng Qing frowned, looked at the box a few times, and then walked a few steps, chasing the place where the flying centipede had just landed, and looked away from the grass.

"It's a snake monster."

He straightened up and looked back at the other hunters who had died. With the tail of a small snake in his hand, he trembled in mid-air: "It is probably because the monster is too weak and its intensity is less than 1. I was spotted by the surrounding vigilantes."

"It's another one?" Zhang Jixin scratched his head, with a confused expression on his face: "Why are there demons rushing to die... Shouldn't it be us chasing hunting prey?"

"Perhaps this is just waiting for the demon?" The fat man said with a grin~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is not necessarily a rabbit, but a dragon. Xiao Xiao sat up straight with a worried expression on his face, but suddenly mentioned another thing: "I don't know if you have noticed that when the bull demon just appeared, you smelled it everywhere, as if you were looking for something. "

"It's not me." Lan Que gave a cold humor.

Everyone agrees, and can't force a laugh.

"It's not that vine demon either." Fatty Xin ruled out another possibility, and at the same time took off the silk gloves on his hands and threw them into the magic fire for divination in front of Xiao Xiao, sparking sparks.

He has peeled off the cowhide intact, rolled it up, and stuffed it into his watch. As for the bull demon's heart, blood, etc., he had already collected it, soaked it in the standard protective liquid, and kept it unified.

Xiao Xiao glared at the fat man, and drew the fire with the branch in his hand to calm the green flame in front of him again.

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