Hunting College

　　 "Pan Lv'er, if the shopkeeper Deng knew that you were in contact with your friends, he would break your three legs!"

　　 Zheng Qing as if grabbing a big handle, reached out to the Huichuntang young shopkeeper, and squeezed his eyes: "Old rules, you know."

　　 said it was an old rule, but it was actually a tactful extortion.

　　Because the old Deng shopkeeper of Huichuntang strictly prohibited Deng Xiaoxian from going out, for a while, Zheng Qing’s Sanyou Bookstore became a place where Deng Xiaoxian hid foreign parcels and letterheads. It's just that every time he asks Zheng Qing to help, he always benefits the teenager.

　　 Sometimes it is an old copper coin, sometimes it is a piece of beautiful scales, and sometimes it is some strange-shaped small bugs, such as two-headed mosquitoes, big palm flies, bees condensed in amber, and so on.

　　 Just come and go, Zheng Qing has also developed the habit of asking Deng Xiaoxian for a little bit of favor before keeping a secret for Deng Xiaoxian.

　　 Until now, in the largest poplar box in Zheng Qinghui's cloth bag, there are still many odds and ends that Deng Xiaoxian gave him.

After hearing Zheng Qing’s words, the treasurer of Huichuntang raised his arm and slapped Zheng Qing’s outstretched hand with a slap: "Old rules, old rules, you big-headed ghost... Gangzhen, you want to be in school, you When dealing with classmates with such crude means, within a month, they will be blacklisted by the student union."

　　 "Listen to this, do you have more sophisticated means when blackmailing?" Zheng Qingxu looked at the lanky wizard in front of him.

"Blackmail? What's this!" Deng Xiaoxian breathed, and blew the long hair on his forehead: "I have someone in Dan Hag...you are such a nonsense, be careful to slander you !"

　　 After half a year of college career, Zheng Qing is no longer the bookstore apprentice who used to be different.

Where is Dan Haag, he heard Xiao Xiao say more than once, so after receiving Deng Xiaoxian’s'threat', he immediately raised his hands to express surrender-of course, this does not mean that he believed in Deng Xiaoxian’s Said, but he thinks that this kind of joke to enhance the atmosphere should end.

　　 "I originally planned to bring in some light bugs from the school." Zheng Qing changed the subject and patted the gray cloth bag on his waist at the same time: "Brother is in the pedestrian street, there is a shop at any rate, eh..."

Before 　　's words fell, his head was attacked by a thread-bound book.

"At a young age, who do you want to be!" Deng Xiaoxian glared at Zheng Qing, with a surprised expression on his face: "I haven't seen you in half a year, your boy's aura has risen... Before, he blushed with a few words! "

　　 Zheng Qing rolled his eyes and pretended not to hear Deng Xiaoxian's teasing.

Instead, he continued: "...I saw Damingfang and the pedestrian street in Beta Town, and I knew how backward the Huiji Collection was. Therefore, I was thinking about when I would come back to change the signs for the neighbors... The signs of the shop are too old, and no modern propaganda magic is used. It is totally incompatible with the basic principles of business operations."

　　 In this way, he began to chatter about his transformation ideas, and at the same time pointed out the Baicao Hall behind Deng Xiaoxian, saying that there can be an alchemy doll, a group of elves, and so on.

　　 When he was noisy, the young treasurer of Huichuntang didn't say a word, just casually flipping through the medicine book in his hand.

Until Zheng Qing said that he was tired and planned to drink saliva to moisturize his throat, Deng Xiaoxian raised a finger calmly: "It's up to you how you want to remodel...you can get a copper from the old man's pocket. You are capable."

　　 "These old men and old ladies on the street have no other habits, and they are better at budgeting."

　　 Zheng Qing heard this, stretched his legs and sat on the threshold, never wanting to get up again.

　　 In front of him, over the streets of Huiziji, the flying golden pheasant suddenly opened its wings and played a piece of music:

　　"...Old Jack turned his compass, the spurs on his heels creaked, his left eye was slightly narrowed, and his right hand pressed the book on his waist..."

　　 Listening to this familiar song, Zheng Qing couldn't help raising his eyebrows, but he still didn't move.

　　 He didn't want to move anymore, but Deng Xiaoxian became interested.

The young treasurer of Rejuvenation Hall dropped the book in his hand, stood up, took two sliding steps with the music played by the golden pheasant in mid-air, and then twisted and squeezed, blowing his breath from time to time, and squeezed the lock on his forehead. The long hair flew up, posing in a pose that he thought to be chic.

　　 must admit, this guy has a very accurate rhythm card.

　　 "Do you know this song too?!"

Zheng Qing showed an interesting expression on his face—this is the most common expression after finding a common topic in chat—at the same time he immediately explained: “The shop I opened in the school pedestrian street often plays this song. ..."

　　 "Classic hunting music, which wizard does not know." Deng Xiaoxian disapproved of the fuss of public-funded students.

　　 This makes Zheng Qing a little uneasy.

　　 "Then do you know who old Jack is?" he asked prickly.

"It's nothing more than a certain western mage, who left traces in the era of the westward demon hunting movement." Deng Xiaoxian sighed, letting the long hair fluttering on his forehead, and then naturally changed the subject: "Tip To the hunting demon... Xiaojian told me, you performed well this year, and you won a trophy?"

　　 The little sword in his mouth is Deng Xiaojian, the hunter of the First University Trial Hunting Team, who once helped the Youxin Hunting Team in training.

　　 Mentioned this ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Zheng Qing must also thank the young treasurer of Huichuntang in front of him.

　　 "Champion of the freshman competition...Actually, our hunting team is not very good." Zheng Qing's attitude at the moment has turned 180 degrees compared to before. Looks a lot more kind and well-behaved.

"Your hunting team is not very good... You mean, you are very good, right." Deng Xiaoxian stared at the young wizard, and choked: "I haven't seen you in half a year, and my face is much thicker... Sure enough, An independent life is the most exerciser."

　　 Immediately, he sighed in a tone mixed with regret and nostalgia: "It turns out that the innocent and kind boy...finally died."

　　 "Go away!" Zheng Qing's gratitude for a few seconds immediately disappeared.

　　 He grabbed the book "Holding the Bottle" in front of him and threw it on Deng Xiaoxian's body, and said with a smile, "You're dead! My little master is alive and well...for the New Year, can you say something lucky!"

　　 "Pop!" The young wizard's head hit a book again.

"It's nonsense again," Deng Xiaoxian put away the "Holding Bottle" in his hand, leaning on the young wizard, and taught: "How old is it, and being a brother and a master, the toad yawns-the tone is not small. ."

　　 "Hey," Zheng Qing was holding his head, a little annoyed: "Don't always hit your head, okay, I am a public student from the first university, and my head is very expensive!"

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