Monster Hunting High School

When Zheng Qing's vision became clear again, the two of them were already standing in the entrance hall of Sanyou Bookstore.

It was afternoon, and the orange sunlight passed through the glass doors and windows and fell on the brown floor, leaving a slightly swaying mottled light and shadow, giving people an extra warm feeling.

Outside the bookstore, someone was passing by on a bicycle, a poodle and a teddy dog ​​were barking at each other through the low bushes, and further away, you could vaguely hear the sound of diabolo shaking. There was a popping sound, and a group of aunts were swaying and dancing to the loud music.

In the bookstore, a red clay teapot was whining on the iron stove, and a pearl-colored mist sprayed out from the spout, which looked particularly charming under the orange sunlight.

The gentleman stepped forward, picked up the lid of the teapot, then turned around and waved to the young wizard, indicating:

"come in."

"Huh?" Zheng Qing glanced at the dark spout of the red clay teapot in confusion, then glanced at his husband, took two steps forward blankly, and then looked left and right, indicating that he had entered the bookstore. .

"Come in here." The gentleman sighed and pointed to the mouth of the teapot very clearly.

Pearl-colored mist filled the mouth of the pot, making it difficult to see what was in the pot's belly, but the boiling breath clearly told the young wizard that touching it casually would not yield good results.

"Do you want to drink tea? Do you need me to find a teacup?" Zheng Qing asked with the last trace of luck.

The gentleman looked at him expressionlessly.

"You have been blown up." The gentleman's tone was very calm, but the facts he described were terrifying: "It was blown to pieces, and there were not even a few intact bones left... A tattered body cannot hold a healthy soul. Not to mention that there is a forbidden curse hidden in this soul."

(The boy lowered his head and finally realized that he was now a soul, floating in mid-air)

"The teapot contains the bones of the body that have been boiled for you. It's authentic and it took a lot of effort on my part."

(Yeah, the boy is muttering in his heart, it took you a pot of tea...)

"Hurry up and get in while it's hot, otherwise your bones and flesh will shrink when it gets cold, making it even more difficult to get in."

Zheng Qing had a dull expression on his face. After listening to his husband's explanation, he surprisingly didn't find it too funny or scary. It seems that one year of college life has well honed his will and ability to accept, and he can easily accept any situation that goes against common sense.

Having said that, if Mr. had used an alchemy furnace to refine it, or placed a pile of lotus roots and lotus leaves on the floor, or even drawn a complicated magic array diagram, maybe Zheng Qing's ability to accept it would be stronger.

But a teapot.

"Cook it, it's cooked." The young wizard breathed a sigh of relief. Although his voice was a little choppy, his tone was still calm: "It's already cooked, right?"

There was a slight crackling sound of firewood exploding in the fat belly of the iron stove, and a few wisps of milky white flame emerged from the gaps in the stove, licking the smooth belly of the red clay teapot.

The whole body of the teapot is maroon, with a cylindrical body, dragon claw feet, a crouching dragon twist, and a coiled dragon handle. It looks full in color and has a grand image. The scales of the dragon on the handle of the pot are embedded with tiny mithril scales, with fine runes visible to the naked eye outlined on them. The spout is bare, and it is not made into a dragon shape like other parts of the pot body.

At this moment, the Wolong pot lid was held in Mr.'s hand, revealing the round black spout. After the pearly mist emerged from the mouth of the pot, it circled around and refused to leave. Finally, it formed a mini cloud above the mouth of the pot. The clouds were thick and dense, as if if more water vapor accumulated, it would rain. Similar.

"Hurry up, you have to go to class tomorrow, Monday." After the teacher urged him, he ignored the boy tangled by the pot and turned towards a ceramic kitten on the bookshelf.

The porcelain cat was slightly taller and had porcelain eyebrows and kind eyes. Zheng Qing looked a little familiar. After looking at it a few more times, he suddenly realized that the porcelain cat was modeled after 'Brother Huang'.

The gentleman picked up a writing brush from the pen holder on the desk and tapped the porcelain cat on the head.

"Ding ding ding..."

After pausing for a moment, the originally dull porcelain cat suddenly came to life. After rolling his eyes a few times, he glared at the guy who knocked him and glared: "How many times have I told you not to hit me on the head!"

"It won't make you stupider anyway." The gentleman commented nonchalantly, and knocked a few more times, ding ding ding, before ordering: "Are they still in the woods? Let everyone go back. I have taken care of other things. Well... Nicholas and Satogua will ask the school working committee to send a letter of inquiry later and give them a warning. Satogua has lost some concepts and should be more honest in the short term. "

Porcelain Cat was still angry at first, but after hearing this, his face finally became more serious.

"What about the two children? Their situation is a bit bad now..." Porcelain Mao sat up straight and looked at the bookstore owner seriously. Zheng Qing always felt that its eyes glanced at him secretly.

The gentleman was silent for a few seconds.

"It's not uncommon for wizards to find their own way. As long as they are still wizards... the school won't abandon its students just because of a few outside gods. The magicians in the North District and the Gypsy Witches should be happy."

His tone was very calm, and there was not much emotion to be heard:

"It's just that you have to walk on the path you choose with your eyes closed... Have they realized this? If not, take the time to take them to the bookstore... They still have the right to choose."

Zheng Qing belatedly realized who the two children his husband and Porcelain Cat were talking about were.

At the last moment before entering the teapot, he stopped.

The porcelain cat glanced at the young wizard, hummed, seemed to answer the gentleman's words, then flicked its tail and transformed into a sculpture again.

The husband turned around and looked at the boy with the mouth of the pot floating.

The boy looked a little worried.

"Sir, Elena..."

"Oh, that sweet little gypsy girl, I know."

"She is now..."

"You like her very much?"

"Um."

"Did you know she used the love potion on you?"

"……Um."

"You still like her?"

Zheng Qing fell silent. He thought of the witch who bravely stood up to stop the Alphas during the first conflict on the pedestrian street; he thought of the angry and smiling face behind the blue-white smoke; he thought of the snot bubbles she made while napping in the library; he thought of the new life. I remember the figure who pulled him out of the trap in the game; I think of the two walking in the snowy scenery, strolling on the pedestrian street, and sneaking into the Alpha Castle; I think of the cold kiss that day.

What Professor Li said in the first Potions class suddenly came to his mind, 'The love effect created by magic is more romantic and more like love than real love. ’

"I don't know." The boy raised his head and answered the question honestly: "Maybe I will find the answer in the future. But if she has an accident today, then I will never have the chance to find the answer."