Hunting High School

"boom!"

A loud sound came from outside the private room, as if someone knocked down the door panel, or as if a certain mural hanging on the wall had been unhooked and fell to the floor.

"Bookkeeping! Bookkeeping!!" The wandering wizard raised the wine bottle in his hand, yelled out the door, and then gave the big mouse on the sofa a vicious look: "Are you going to ask me to redecorate this store? "

The Rat Immortal felt very innocent.

"I didn't move just now." It opened its small round eyes, subconsciously glanced at the tail hanging from the sofa and winding out of the private room, and then exerted a little strength on the tailbone.

The thick rat tail surged out of the room like a wave.

There was another sputtering sound outside.

The Rat Immortal then raised his head, and looked at the owner of the Wandering Bar with certainty: "I made the noise this time... That one just now is really not me!"

The wandering wizard opened his mouth halfway, raised his hand and pinched the brim of his peaked hat, as if he was considering whether to stuff this big mouse into his hat.

"Old Rat! Go, go! Giant Zero Three just moved!" A voice screamed, coming from outside the room, from far to near, like a train rushing out of a tunnel with a whistle, crashing into it in the blink of an eye. In a small private room.

A ochre-yellow 'ball' stumbled and rolled into the private room.

The Rat Immortal and the Wandering Wizard exchanged glances.

"Whoosh!"

The thick rat tail shrinks rapidly like a frightened boa constrictor. There was another rattling sound outside the door. A white mist rose above the Mouse Immortal's head, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have been smoothed out by the white mist.

"Waste, waste!" The wandering wizard looked at the white mist heartbrokenly, "It's a waste of money!!"

Then he caught a glimpse of the 'Ocher Ball', turned his head to look at the Mouse Immortal, and added: "The barrier that Fei Rui breaks will also be credited to your account...that's an ugly name."

He was saying the name 'Fei Rui'.

However, the two guests in the room seemed to have no intention of answering the bar owner.

The Mouse Immortal's figure shrank rapidly, from one person's height to half a foot in an instant, and at some point, there was an agarwood chariot carved with dragons and phoenixes floating in mid-air.

The 'orange ball' also seemed to be leaking, and changed from the size of a basketball to the size of a tennis ball, floating in midair as well.

"Move?" The Mouse Immortal leaned forward, the beard at the corner of his mouth trembling slightly, showing a little excitement.

"The distal phalanges of the ring finger and little finger of the left hand moved." Fei Rui jumped up and down in mid-air, like a tennis ball being beaten by a racket—as if it couldn't vent its inner excitement without doing so: "Thai What Ray said was true! He really did it! No doubt about it! He moved!"

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"This is really good news." The wandering wizard complimented him slightly behind the bar.

Before he finished speaking, the two 'rats' in the room turned into two puffs of green smoke and disappeared from sight. The wandering wizard sighed slightly, poured the last sip of Siren Rum from the glass into his mouth, then stretched out his hand and pulled out a dusty bottle from the top of the wine kitchen, turned around, and disappeared behind the bar.

Only his muttering to himself remained in the air:

"At this time... It's a very reasonable choice to come to celebrate."

"Having said that, Siren Rum is really bad."

...

...

The setting sun is like a wheel, sprinkling a piece of orange.

Give the towering mountains a captivating glaze.

The perennial snow on the top of the mountain has become the best background board at this moment, which can accommodate the most natural and spectacular colors in the world, and there is still room to add a bit of cold temperament to it.

A titan is leaning against the mountain, lying obliquely in the afterglow of the setting sun.

To be precise, it is the skeleton of a titan.

The smooth skull resembles a miniature ice rink, gilded with the colors of the setting sun. There is a curved, sharp horn on the left and right shoulders. It's just that the horn on the left was probably broken from the middle due to the fight, revealing a rough section like a rock.

There was no flesh and blood in the titan's empty chest, and the thick ribs were like two rows of spruces, opening to the gray sky, exposing the black rocks below him.

Below the chest cavity, it was submerged by thick clouds and fog, making it hard to see the specific appearance.

Its right hand was submerged in the cloud.

But its left hand protruded out of the cloud and mist, surpassed its head, and stretched upwards, and its palm firmly clung to the huge rock on the top of the mountain. Anyone who sees this scene for the first time can make up such a picture in their minds - Titan, who failed in the battle, climbed over the mountains and wanted to use the highest mountain as his own tombstone. It almost succeeded. Its left hand had reached the top of the mountain, but at that moment, it died of exhaustion.

Time was frozen at this struggling scene.

The thick fog slid across the mountainside like flowing water. There is no sound in the fog, just like this mountain, it seems that it has been so quiet since ancient times.

"Clatter..."

A few falling rocks slid from the mountainside on the opposite side of the mountain and smashed into the thick fog without making a sound.

On the mountainside where the rocks rolled out, there was a small arch at some point.

The arch is only a meter high and low, and there are plump Roman columns on the left and right. Olive branches and laurel are entwined on the vault. A dozen naked cherubs are clinging to it, with weird smiles on their faces.

The Mouse Immortal and Fei Rui stood at the exit of the arch, quietly observing the skeleton of the titan.

In the center of titan's smooth skull was engraved a line of bright red characters:

Big Zero Three.

"Crunch, crunch."

The arched door behind the two mice gasped with difficulty, and the little angels clinging to the olive branches and laurel showed panic expressions on their faces, as if a barbarian was slamming into the door madly.

A moment later, the pointed hat of the wandering wizard first emerged from the archway and appeared in this silent world.

Then there was his head, beard, black robe, and the skinny hand holding a bottle of wine and three wine glasses under the robe.

"It's too small," the wandering wizard complained in a low voice before he could get out of the arch. "The door you opened is really too small...Have you considered the physique of the guest?"

The Rat Immortal stared at the titan skeleton silently, ignoring him.

Fei Rui, on the other hand, looked at the arch, then at the size of the wandering wizard, and finally shook his head for the sake of the bottle of wine: "There shouldn't be any guests here."

The wandering wizard finally got out of the arch, stood on the boulder on the mountainside, and took a deep breath.

"What a terrible name." He looked at the line of words engraved in the center of the titan's skull, and his tone was full of disappointment: "There is no depth and temperament... The simplicity and beauty of the numbers are completely destroyed!"

This time, even Fei Rui didn't plan to talk to him anymore.