Hunting College

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While Xiao Xiao was chatting with Fatty Xin, Zheng Qing’s bed suddenly shook violently, shocking the two of them. Even the fat cat who had been gnawing on shrimps looked up curiously. Take a look at the bed.

I saw that the red tent covered by Zheng Qing’s six-poster bed swelled up as if inflated after a jitter. The little elves who originally hovered outside the tent waiting for their master to come out seemed to perceive something terrible. Screaming Xixi, headless flies flying around.

"Gudong."

Fatty Xin swallowed loudly and stared at Zheng Qing's drapery without blinking. He hesitated for a while before whispering to Dr. Xiao Da next to him: "Doctor...did it say in the instructions to drink the transformation potion? Is there a risk of explosion in place?"

Xiao Xiao frowned, opened his Fa book cautiously, and stared at Zheng Qing's bed, with a very quiet but very serious reply: "Theoretically, there is no such possibility... but you also know that , Magic is sometimes unreasonable. In history, many magical accidents have happened inexplicably."

This explanation is increasingly disturbing.

The fat cat raised a paw and patted the fat man's arm. The fat man understood, and calmly moved back two steps, holding the tabby cat to the balcony door.

Xiao Xiao's eyebrows drooped helplessly, and said angrily: "There is such a big place in total, if there is any danger, where can you hide?!"

"Just hide away from you." Fatty Xin muttered, and slowly stuffed the fat cat into the corner behind the balcony, then leaned forward and touched his book on the desk, turning the room, a layer of blue light The halo has slowly floated up.

...

Outside the tent, the two students in the 403 dormitory were standing by like enemies.

In the tent, Zheng Qingzheng, who had just drunk the transformation potion, closed his eyes, nestled in his own quilt, struggling with all his strength-if it is possible, if there is another time, Zheng Qing is determined not to be so rough Use the transformation potion.

The bitter liquid slid across his throat, making him feel like he was on fire from his mouth to his stomach. Even if a certain amount of honey has been blended according to the instructions, the sweetness of honey has little neutralizing effect on the bitter taste. Zheng Qing even suspects that using honey is purely a psychological placebo.

Why didn't it feel so strong the last time I mixed the milk? Maybe milk has the effect of promoting sleep, or the school's own medicine does not have such strong side effects?

When Zheng Qing was nestled in the quilt, he was still thinking about it.

The potion entered the stomach, and the young public-sponsored student felt that his stomach was overwhelmed, and he wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit it out, making people nauseous and rolling.

Originally, he drank the medicine after he was full, because he was worried that the effect of the medicine would be too violent, which would adversely affect the stomach and intestines. Of course, there was another reason to prevent a hungry cat from running out of the dormitory. Irrational things. Such as digging through the garbage dump, or eating mice and bugs.

The thoughts in my mind are like shooting stars, passing through my mind bit by bit, leaving behind one after another gradually blurred and fading thoughts. Zheng Qing felt that his consciousness was slowly sinking into the deep water bottom, but at the same time, there was a strange sense of relief blooming from the inside out-this feeling was so contradictory that he had forgotten the body Discomfort, trying to chase this sense of contradiction.

Chasing, chasing, until his consciousness felt deeply tired, he couldn't help but lie down, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

At the same time, in Zheng Qing's drapery, a pair of green eyes suddenly opened when the consciousness fell into a deep sleep.

"Oh..."

The deep roar passed through the thin tent and echoed in the 403 dormitory.

...

"Fuck..."

"How is it?!"

When a dark head came out of the tent, the two young wizards who had been waiting outside burst out in unison.

They have good reasons to express their shock.

According to normal logic, after Zheng Qing drank the transformation potion, he would become a pastoral cat with a height of more than a foot, black short hair, four-clawed snow, and two green eyes.

But now, the "guy" that emerged from the tent of the six-poster bed, apart from the two green eyes and a black oily fur, has nothing to do with the "cat" in everyone's consciousness from beginning to end. ——On the contrary, the figure crawling down from Zheng Qing's bed made Xiao Xiao and Fatty immediately recall the figure that dominated the entire hunting ground in the freshman game.

That ‘black tiger’.

"I just said, that guy has an unclear relationship with him." Dr. Xiao Da's mouth twitched, and he took a small step back carefully.

"You don't know if you don't know it!" Fatty Xin felt a bit bitter in his mouth, and couldn't help but regret lending the honey to Zheng Qing to dispense the medicine: "If it's really that guy, neither of us can't smoke it... …"

Having said that, Fatty still held up the book in his hand firmly, letting those dazzling curses flow in the clear light. At the same time, a faint blue color began to appear in his eyes.

"It's definitely not the one on the hunting ground." Xiao Xiao said affirmatively, but he did not relax his vigilance at all, and also stimulated the spell in the book to a state where it could be launched at any time.

"Hold the grass! Tuantuan, what are you doing?!" The fat man suddenly exclaimed.

The fat cat, who had been hidden behind the balcony by him, slipped back to the dormitory sometime, kicked past the two wizards, and walked to the feet of the **** cat.

Then it propped up its upper body, curled its tail, and sat in front of the'big black cat', tilted its head, raised its front paws, and gestured at the distance between itself and the black cat's front legs, with a surprised look.

‘Big Black Cat’ shook his head~www.wuxiaspot.com~ raised a front paw and patted his head vigorously, as if he hadn’t figured out what was in front of him.

‘Come on, come on! The elves whispered, flapping their wings, and tremblingly fell on the shoulders and back of the black cat. The **** cat stiffened, his ears pulled to both sides, and he glanced sideways at the elf on his shoulders, but did not make any fierce moves in the end.

Not far away, the two young wizards who were holding the book heaved a sigh of relief.

"I'm grinning!" The fat man didn't know where he was learning the dialect, he slammed the book on the bed with his hand, and whispered, "Brother, I was almost scared to death!"

"It's impossible to be scared to death, even if it really turns into that monster, you won't be scared to death." Xiao Xiao slowly put away the book, although his tone was calm, his fingers were shaking involuntarily: "According to its habit on the hunting ground, you are more likely to be cut open and unloaded."

Big Black Cat did not respond to the words of the two roommates.

It was opening Dylan's closet with its front paws, leaning in front of the huge full-length mirror, and looking at its appearance.

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