Monster Hunting High School

A small bowl of white rice and two plates of side dishes.

The two of them ate for more than half an hour - most of the time, Zhu Si was teaching Zheng Qing how to eat the chicken head. She carefully sucked every broken bone on it and told the wizard the taste of each piece of meat.

As for the green vegetable, Zheng Qing carefully cut it into two parts, one for each person.

For a long time, the two of them rubbed their bellies, lay lazily on the black-gray floor, looked at the gray-white ceiling above their heads, and began to be in a daze.

In the gaps between the covered mirrors, the shadows of the mirrors that were not covered flashed, which was a bit dazzling.

The two wizards, one big and one small, ignored the dazzling feeling and focused on the satisfaction in front of them.

"It's delicious." Zheng Qing murmured.

"How about it, let's have a feast!" The little girl's tone was full of pride.

"It's just that the surrounding environment is a bit bad." The boy sighed and commented half-jokingly. But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately regretted them.

Why use cold reality to break the little girl's beautiful imagination at this time?

Sure enough, there was suddenly no sound nearby.

Zheng Qing turned his face and glanced at Zhu Si carefully. She had already sat up and was biting her fingers with a troubled look on her face.

"Just kidding, just kidding." The boy jumped up, waved his hands repeatedly, and looked around: "Mirror, mirror... As the saying goes, 'There is no fragrant osmanthus when writing about the moon, but there are flower caltrops when shining on the sun.' What else is more beautiful than being surrounded by flowers? What about the environment?”

This flattery was a little too much, but at the moment, Zheng Qing could only speak indiscriminately in order to take back what he had just said.

The little witch bit her finger hard at last.

"Yes!" She looked sure, as if she had made great determination, and took out an old cardboard box from her pocket - the pattern on the box was no longer visible, but the sandpaper on the side of the box was as new as ever.

This is a box of matches.

The little witch opened the matchbox, and there were only two matches left in it.

Her fingertips lingered between the two matches for a long time, and finally she pinched out the thinner one.

"No, no need, I was just joking." Zheng Qing felt flustered as if he had caused a big disaster, and tried his best to stop the little witch.

But Zhu Si is not a little girl who will be easily swayed by others.

"Mom said, you can't make your guests feel rude!" She pinched the match, her eyes full of piety and reluctance, as if she held the world in her hands.

Zheng Qing scolded himself bloody in his heart.

"Chi..."

Red phosphorus slid across the sandpaper, and a small orange flame lit up.

The light extended in all directions, and in just a blink of an eye, Zheng Qing found himself sitting in a warm living room.

There are soft sofas, a large coffee table, a fruit plate filled with grapes, oranges and pineapples, a beautiful lotus leaf chandelier above the head, landscape paintings of snowy mountains and forests hanging on the wall, and kittens lingering at their feet, meowing in the distance. There was also beautiful piano music, playing Zheng Qing’s favorite canon.

Zhu Si was like a kitten, lazily curled up on the sofa opposite Zheng Qing, with a happy smile on his face. Zheng Qing vaguely saw a hazy figure sitting on either side of her. One was combing her hair, and the other was holding a book, as if telling her a story.

There is a red candle on the table, which burns very quickly.

Zheng Qing watched helplessly as the candle drained out its wax every centimeter, centimeter, and centimeter.

Until the last sparks beeped and extinguished on the remaining wax oil, the warm and comfortable environment around Zheng Qing disappeared without a trace.

The cold and boring atmosphere of the mirror world enveloped the wizard again, making him shiver involuntarily.

Zhu Si sat across from him blankly, holding a burnt match stem in his hand. She subconsciously touched the last match in the matchbox, but at the last moment she clenched the hand holding the matchbox.

The little hands were clenched and turned white.

a long time.

She sighed contentedly.

"Okay." She seemed to be asking the boy, but also seemed to be asking and answering herself.

Zheng Qing did not answer.

His eyelids finally couldn't contain the burning heat in his eyes, and the soreness at the tip of his nose spread quickly like thick ink poured into a pool of clear water, invading every corner of his body.

The aroma of chicken and rice still lingers in the mouth, but it is more bitter than coptis root.

"Okay." He replied with a heavy nasal voice.

"Huh? Why are your eyes red?"

"The wind is strong and blowing."

"Mom said that if you lie, your nose will grow longer."

"Hey, I happen to feel that the bridge of my nose is a bit flat," Zheng Qing forced a smile: "What's next? What are you going to do next?"

Zhu Si stretched out, clenched his fists and waved in the air:

"Eat and drink enough...it's time for you to set off!"

"Let's go together." Zheng Qing tried again - he had not considered knocking the little witch unconscious and taking her out, but on the one hand, in this strange environment, he also needed the little witch to help guide the way and tell her His way of getting in and out of the mirror world; on the other hand, he was also afraid.

He was afraid that the little witch in front of him was just a shadow of Ju Si.

She is afraid that the huge difference between being in the mirror world for a few months and half a century outside will make the little witch completely collapse the moment she steps out of the mirror world - this collapse may be mental or physical. sense.

Therefore, Zhu Si must agree to go out on his own.

In the concept of magic, promise and agreement are very powerful binding forces. Zheng Qing can only hope that this ancient power can avoid the risk of Zhu Si walking out of the mirror world to the greatest extent.

The nostalgia and satisfaction in the little witch's eyes had disappeared, and her eyes became alert again.

She put away the matchbox and picture album, and then tried hard to stuff the box of Shuangtangji's "Sugar Sheep" into her pocket. At the same time, he glanced at the boy with a smile: "I've told you several times... I can't go out yet!"

Zheng Qing decided to ask his husband for help after going out.

If your husband is so powerful, he will definitely find a way!

"Then how will I find you next time I come in?" He had to ensure this before he could leave with peace of mind.

"You are so stupid that you can't find me...but you smell so good, I can find you from a long distance away. As long as you come in, I should be able to find you!"

"Then what gift do you want? I'll bring it to you next time!"

"Hmm...Is ice cream okay? I haven't had ice cream in a long time...I miss the cool, sweet taste. There is also cinnabar, I can pick up a little bit in the mirror, but it's not enough."

Zheng Qing patted his head hard.

He dug out his gray cloth bag, opened the mouth of the bag, and dumped all the contents on the floor: "Take a look, take whatever you want."

As he spoke, he pushed his large bag of cinnabar in front of the little witch: "Authentic Chenzhou sand, which can be used for drawing talismans and making medicine... Do you want yellow paper? I also have some here... Well, you can make this inkstone yourself. To spit out water, just rub the little snake's head with the brush."

The little witch's face was filled with wonder and her eyes were shining.

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