Hunting College

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"It's here, right?"

"Nonsense! Follow the paper crane. We will follow where the paper crane flies. How could we go wrong?"

"But it's too far here! There are only a few of us in a radius of five hundred meters, is it really okay? You said why Qing brother a cat runs in such a place... It's plainly panic."

"What an adult, not even a cat!"

"It's still in the academy, where can I go."

Several familiar voices came from outside the forest, it was the voices of several hunters from the Youxin Hunting Team. The black cat squatting on the tree stump couldn't help but tilt his head and look in the direction of the sound-with this turning of his head, the big and small cats that originally surrounded him seemed to have been thrown away by the dog. All of a sudden, they fled, disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The black cat turned his head and shook his ears. In his heart, Ma Maipi called out:

"Maipi!"

Are they sensitive or timid? A little bit of wind and grass move faster than rabbits! No, the rabbit won't run away when he hears people talking, at least he has to stand up and look around!

Not to mention the black cat's yelling and cursing, the original messy voice in the woods disappeared after the ‘Ma Maipi’ sentence, and then it was quiet for a few seconds, and the sound rang again.

"It's a real hammer, this is it!"

"I heard Brother Qing's voice!"

"Doctor, can the cat really speak? It was Captain Zheng who spoke just now!" The voice of the last sentence was full of curiosity, and along with this voice, the black cat faintly heard a few crisp bells.

He couldn't help squinting his eyes-the owner of the voice was familiar to him, naturally it was the genius little alchemist from Alpha Academy, Linguo. But the owner of the bell is not a friendly fellow.

While talking, several figures walked around the big tree in the forest and appeared in front of the black cat.

At the forefront were Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin. Fatty was holding a bucket of fried chicken and was eating a can of beer with relish. Zhang Jixin was wearing a hunting suit and gloves, with a book on his belt, looking like he was hunting at any time.

Behind the two of them was a **** goat with round horns. On the back of the goat was sitting a little boy, with a small bell hanging around its neck. As the sheep's hoof kicked and walked, the bell on the sheep's neck flicked and made a crisp sound.

On the left side of the goat is the blue **** holding the sword, and on the right is Xiao Xiao holding the notebook. Compared with the others, these two men seem to be a little wandering, relying on goats to lead the way, walking slowly.

The black cat's gaze paused on the black goat, deliberately ignoring the look of the goat's looking down, and finally set its gaze on the red-faced wizard.

"Ahem, why did you come in such a suit?" The black cat coughed, trying to greet everyone in a normal tone: "Is there a hunt today? Where is Dylan? Why didn't he come!"

As soon as the black cat spoke, the otherwise calm scene suddenly exploded.

"Wow, really! Black cat! Talk!" Linguo screamed, grabbing the shoulders of the blue **** next to him, shaking vigorously, with a look of excitement, and he couldn't wait to put the black cat into the laboratory immediately 'S expression: "Can I touch him? Just touch it!"

Lan Ting pressed the arm of the little wizard and stopped Zheng Qing's unrealistic plan before he became angry.

"Dylan is still asleep in the coffin, in broad daylight, don't people have a good rest." This is Zhang Jixin's answer to Zheng Qing's question.

"I was also talking about his clothes." Fatty Xin grabbed a piece of fried chicken and habitually attacked the red-faced wizard, and said in a vague tone: "After all, it's a poo... After winning the championship in the freshman competition, as long as he is not in class, he can't wait to wear that hunting suit for forty-eight hours a day!"

"Your family's day is forty-eight hours?" Zhang Jixin's face flushed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he shook his hands one by one, and his tone became unfriendly.

"This is a rhetorical technique, exaggeration... rhetoric, do you understand the rhetoric?" The fat man shrank his neck and slid down behind the stump where Zheng Qing was, holding his fried chicken bucket, cautiously retorting.

Zheng Qing raised his head and sniffed.

The air was filled with an attractive fried aroma, which made one's index finger open. Although he is just a cat now, he still has an appetite-I don't know what it's like to eat fried chicken in catnip. The black cat looked at the fresh catnip not far away, and his heart suddenly appeared. Such a thought.

"What's the matter for us?" Xiao Xiao, who had never spoken, seemed to be finally awakened by the noisy surroundings. Turning his head, he found the figure of the black cat, and asked weakly: "If something happens, hurry up and I will go back and take notes. What..."

"Take notes, take notes, beware of the day when you are eaten by the notebook." The black cat muttered, raised his paw, nodded the pile of mice in front of him, raised his head, and said with a triumphant expression: "Today's prey! Help me." Put it away... it feels deformed a few more times, and the final evaluation of this year has been completed and excellent!"

At last, everyone's attention was focused on the pile of mice "Jingguan".

"Oh, there are tooth marks on it!" The fat man dropped the half-eaten fried chicken on the ground, ignoring the grease from his hands, bending over, and leaning in front of the pile of mice: "You didn't mean to fight Don’t you catch a mouse even if you die...Huh? How long has passed since then...'Sweet'!"

The black cat didn't understand the fat man's stalk, but he heard the last word the fat man said. He couldn't help but tilt his head and glanced at him worriedly. He thought that the fat gluttonous problem had extended to dead mice.

After a pause, seeing that the fat man had no plans to eat dead mice, the black cat relaxed and explained: "These mice were not my bite... my subordinates did it. You didn't see the tooth marks on those mice. Are they different?"

"Subordinate?" The fat man bent over~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and tilted his head laboriously, looking at the black cat: "You have subordinates? Do you have subordinates?"

The tone was full of doubts, which made the black cat have the urge to raise his paw and give him a meal.

Fortunately, there is another person in the hunting team who likes to run on fat guys.

"If you drill your head under your ass, you can see that Brother Qing's subordinates are helping you clean up the trash you throw away." Zhang Jixin said unceremoniously: "A three-year-old kid knows that you can't throw away trash... …Not as good as a cat. I'm embarrassed and thrown into another race!"

Of course, the fat man didn't drill his head from under his hips. For him, that kind of difficult movement would be impossible in his life. But he could change it another way-the fat man leaned on his knees, stood up laboriously, turned his head, and looked behind him.

On the half-eaten fried chicken that was just dropped, a puppet cat the size of a ruler was lying prone.

"Meow." The kitten raised his head and let out a soft cry, then lowered his head again and seriously nibbling on the fried chicken that was half eaten by the fat man.

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