Hunting High School

On a day of heavy snow, the weather is cold and the air is clear, and the sound of people and birds in the lake is absolutely perfect.

The rime is foggy, the sky and the clouds are facing the rockery and the lake, white and black are distinct. The small island in the middle of the lake is like a snow lotus in an ink pond, and the white pagoda on the island, like the pistil of a Lotus flower, stands there. Through the rockery, the witch could clearly see that the head of the rattlesnake was pointing straight at the white tower, looking for something.

Because there is a lot of snow around the lake, there will inevitably be pickles or traps left by the little monsters in the hay nest, so Zheng Qing and Yi Lianna did not go far, but approached, detoured behind the rockery , chose an empty space with no one there, walked slowly, digested food, and enjoyed the rare quietness and serenity by this lakeside.

The gypsy witch had something in her heart, and looked up at the long worm on the rockery from time to time.

Her actions soon caught the attention of young public finance students.

"If you are worried, I can fly a paper crane and let Liu Feifei take her little dragon away." Zheng Qing thought that Yi Lianna was worried about the safety of the rattlesnake, and persuaded him, "I think that snake is also spiritual." , if it really feels cold, it will definitely sneak back in advance, and it will definitely not freeze outside."

Elena forced a smile and said nothing.

After a while, she suddenly opened her mouth and asked, "Why do you trust Own's eyes or feelings so much?"

This question seemed a bit abrupt, making people confused - Zheng Qing didn't know if she was referring to what she had just guessed, or something else.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally chose a slightly tricky answer: "Wizards don't believe in the feeling of own, what else can they believe in?"

This sentence he said was adapted from the words of the great wizard Thomas Alva in the eighteenth century: "True magic is one percent of the feeling plus ninety-nine percent of the skills to be cast... The wizard If you don't believe in the feeling of own, you will never have a chance with real magic. '

The gypsy witch smiled slightly, and seemed to find his answer amusing.

She didn't speak, but walked in front of Zheng Qing, with her hands behind her back, stepping carefully, stepping on the white and smooth snow, taking every step with extra care, as if she was worried about a hole underneath.

The long skirt was dragged on the ground, covered in snow particles, and stained with mud spots. The young wizard looked a little uneasy. He actually wanted to lift the corner of the skirt to help the witch, but this kind of thought can only pass in his mind - he felt that if he was really reckless and lost the skirt of the witch, he might be punished in the next second. Treat people as perverts and kick them into the lake.

He simply moved his gaze away from the corner of the skirt, and only stared at the charming back of the witch.

"Look at the lake in front of you, what can you find?" The figure in front of him suddenly stopped, interrupting the thoughts that had just passed through the wizard's mind.

Zheng Qing coughed twice, raised his head, and didn't dare to look at the witch, for fear that she would notice the guilt in his eyes. He raised his head and looked in the direction the witch pointed, only to realize that the two of them had already walked to the edge of the lake, and there was sparkling lake water a few feet away.

Because of the snow, the lake water is very quiet today. Looking around, it looks like a huge blue gem.

"Snow, water, and the faint aquatic plants in the lake." The young public finance student blurted out his own answer.

"Is there any more?" the witch asked persistently.

Zheng Qing lowered his head and saw the own shadow in the water.

He grinned, with a bright smile on his face: "And your beautiful figure."

This answer should be given 101 points, he thought complacently in his heart, the extra point is used to reward the brain cells he just sacrificed.

The gypsy witch burst out laughing when she heard this.

She raised her hand to grab the wizard's ear, and twisted it lightly: "Slick tongue... get to the point!"

"Apart from that figure, there is no other important point!" Zheng Qing grinned, but his tone showed firmness that had never been seen before.

The witch suppressed her smile and didn't speak any more. Instead, she turned around, turned her back to the wizard, and stood silently on the shore, looking at the quiet lake, motionless.

Zheng Qing touched the tip of own's nose, wondering if what he said just now was a bit too much-but if he did it again, he would still say that. Sometimes, the answer is not just a simple answer, but an attitude.

a long time.

The witch spoke slowly: "We are always so ignorant."

After saying this, she fell silent again. The young public fee student scratched his head and looked at her inexplicably, but he closed his mouth very wisely and did not say a word.

Sure enough, soon the witch spoke again.

"Really, we really don't know anything." She murmured, her voice was a little weak, like a whisper, if it wasn't for the silence around her, and Zheng Qing pricked up his ears to listen to her intently, he would not have heard her clearly What is said.

"...We are just some sad souls bound by flesh and blood. Because of a little spirituality infused from heaven, we barely touched some incomplete images and thought we saw the essence of the world."

"Who knew the reflection in the lake we see now and then?"

These words seemed a little esoteric, as if Lao Yao had said something similar in his philosophy of magic, but Zheng Qing couldn't remember clearly. He frowned, instinctively feeling that the gypsy witch just said something very important.

"It's like this lake," Yi Lianna's tone suddenly brightened again, she pointed to Linzhong Lake in front of her, and said, "In our sight, there are only some aquatic plants and elves in the lake, but maybe there are some water plants and elves in the lake that we can't see. At the same level, there is a whole, dark world in this lake."

Zheng Qing finally found a reason to strike up a conversation: "Our Life is fine in our own world, there is no need to care about things in other worlds."

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"That's right... It's good to live in the own world." Yi Lianna let out a long breath, turned around suddenly, looked at the young public fee student fixedly, then closed her eyes, and said softly: " kiss Me."

Zheng Qing thought he heard it wrong.

He swallowed, and stared blankly at the witch in front of him, his gaze slowly slipped from her delicate face to her waist, watching her hands tightly clutching the waist button in front of her, watching the The thin gauze skirt reveals her exquisite figure.

Then his eyes suddenly closed, and he returned to the witch's face.

Against the background of the snow, her whole body seemed to be glowing with a milky white halo, which was fascinating.

The rich fragrance from the witch's body permeated the air, making the young public finance student feel a little groggy. The corners of his eyes slid over her bulging chest, over her collarbone that was faintly exposed in her neckline, over her fair neck, and finally stopped on those charming, flame-like red lips.

"Kiss me," the witch murmured, as if in a whisper.

The young public fee student paused, exhaled lightly, took a step forward stiffly, lowered his head slowly, and bit his red lips. (to be continued)