Hunting High School

"When are you going to sleep!!!"

The roar of the raccoon raccoon spit out with the breath accumulated in the chest cavity, whistling out like a hurricane, the doors and windows of the bookstore were slammed, and several silverfish that had just crawled out of the books to look for food were also torn by the tail of the hurricane gotta smash.

It's just that the hurricane was less than five meters away from the flower cat, and it turned into a breeze, curling up obediently, blowing over the red clay teapot on the small stove, and blowing away the mist that just emerged from the teapot's spout.

Beside the stove, Mr. Wu, who was dozing off, was woken up by the roar of the cat, and opened his eyes in a daze: "What? Is the tea ready? Let's cook it for a while... No hurry, no hurry."

"Tea! Tea! Tea!!"

"Is now the time to care about the teapot?!" Huamao stood up angrily, with its tail straight behind it, as if holding a long gun, poking randomly in the air: "A big hole has been broken in the net of heaven and earth! The island in the middle of the lake! That small tower also exploded! Don’t you care at all?!”

Mr. Wu narrowed his eyes again, pouted his mouth, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, twisted his buttocks comfortably on the soft sofa, and muttered, as if talking in sleep:

"It's going to blow up... It's not that it hasn't been blown up. It's going to be repaired after it blows up... Anyway, the school buys insurance and pays so much money every year... As the saying goes... it won't break... yawn... it won't stand up..."

When he said the last sentence, he yawned heavily, causing the angry cat standing on the window sill to be unable to restrain himself, and then yawned, and his tail drooped limply behind him.

"Where's Nicholas? Where's the Dark Council? Don't you care about any of this?" The raccoon managed to raise his eyelids, suppressing the growing drowsiness: "And that brat, is it alright to throw him into the black prison?"

What answered it was Mr. Long's long snoring.

Vaguely, it seems to have heard someone recite a poem beside its ear: "...there are so many demons and monsters, and there is no way to incarnate Zhong Kui; but with the three-foot Longquan here, looking back is everywhere..."

The voice was faint and gradually inaudible.

The yellow raccoon may or may not have understood the flavor of the poem. None of this makes a difference. It only knows that Mr. Wu is unconsciously cutting off all kinds of Karma with this world after surpassing the ancient wizard, and it doesn't want him to leave like this, so it keeps running around trying to make those threads bind him tighter. Some.

But it also knows that what own does is futile.

It just misses the days when two people used to snore together.

as it is now.

Hoo, hoo.

The beige sunlight crossed the window sill, casting a touch of warm color, one end fell on the cat, and the other fell on the husband, and the subtle purring sounded one after another, slowly trembling with the sunlight.

...

The Rat Immortal shuddered and turned his head abruptly.

The wandering wizard glanced at it, followed the mouse fairy's gaze to look back, but found nothing.

"What are you looking at?" The owner of the vagabond bar withdrew his gaze, refocused his attention on the wine glass in his hand, looked at the tiny pale golden spots swimming in the glass, and said thoughtfully: "... When brewing a portion of 'Golden Years', the amount of golden bamboo shoots was slightly less."

"It's nothing." The Rat Fairy ignored the wandering wizard's comments on the drink, but muttered, answering his previous question: "I seem to have heard that cat purring again just now... Did you hear that?"

In the last sentence, it was asking Fei Rui.

Fei Rui was anxiously climbing up and down a small arch, pacing back and forth.

"No! No! No!! I didn't hear anything!"

It climbed to the top of the column on the left side of the arch, and like a werewolf before the full moon rises, it stood up, bent its forelegs, its claws grasped the air in vain, and its eyes were wide open, as if trying to squeeze out the eyeballs Similar to:

"Why do you still have time to care about cats and wine!... care about things that are not bullshit... the shadow of the black moon is already shining on the Silent River! The black moon is shining on the Silent River!!"

Saying so, it raised its head, pointed its paws at the cloud-shrouded slope on the other side of the mountain, and screamed repeatedly for the third time: "The black moon is shining on the Silent River! When will that bone frame really move!!"

"I said 'really' move!"

"Instead of being like a dementia patient with cerebral infarction, only the little finger can twitch and move twice!"

"Are we going to wait until both sides have finished fighting in the black prison and the school's guardian circle is reactivated before going out? Are you going to face the furious First University directly after going out?"

"Don't you want to wait for the mist to pull out the 'Yellow Shit' and extract something to eat from his shit?! I'm Rat Kelang! Not Dung Beetle!"

"If you keep dawdling, I won't play!"

"I want to go back! I want to find the principal! I want to kneel in front of his boots and kiss the toes of his shoes! I want to take the initiative to press a bamboo dragonfly on my forehead and perform aerial ballet for Zheng Qing! He climbed up and down the heating pipes in his house, and heard him change my name three times a month!!"

"I! No! Accompany! You! You guys! Play! Now!"

After shouting the last sentence hoarsely, Fei Rui finally took a breath. It's just that its roar still echoed in the valley between the two big mountains, stirring up the surrounding clouds and mist, revealing the figure of 'Ju Ling San' in a climbing posture on the opposite hillside.

The Rat Immortal and the Wandering Wizard squinted at the same time, looking at Fei Rui who had shrunk to the size of a ping-pong ball with delicate expressions.

Watch it expand and shrink like a dystopic pufferfish.

half an hour.

The wandering wizard just raised his wine glass, took a sip, and then continued to shake his head: "...there's a bit too much nutmeg, and the wine can't hold back the spiciness."

The Rat Immortal stood on tiptoes, stretched his arms, and patted the little mouse hanging on the top of the pillar comfortingly: "...that yellow raccoon is much more powerful than bullshit, and we are no match for it, so we stayed here all the time." Here, isn't it? Of course, of course, it's not your fault...you just need a little more patience, and then a little more patience."

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Hearing the reactions of his two companions, Fei Rui became more and more frustrated and discouraged, and the whole mouse was about to shrink into a dried walnut.

"Wars are not finished in one day," the clouds and mist stirred on the mountainside, Dr. Duzem's slender figure crossed the flowing mist, and slowly appeared in front of the three partners: "Especially the war involving high rank wizards... There is plenty of margin."

"The Philosopher's Stone has been installed, we need to give Ju Lingsan a little more time to adjust."

"After all, He has been asleep for too long, too long."