Monster Hunting High School

The small actions among the young hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team did not escape the eyes of the banshee.

Different from before, this time, Nikita decided not to ignore these details. She planned to use a simpler and more direct method to deal with the trouble in front of her - knocking out or killing the young people in front of her, and then leaving this land of right and wrong. .

But just as she lifted her fingers that were caressing the scales of the black dragon.

The little wizard with black-rimmed glasses across from him suddenly raised his hand.

Just like asking a question in class.

This aroused the banshee's curiosity.

"Excuse me," the little wizard seemed a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed, his voice was tight, but his words were still very polite: "Can I ask a question?"

Nikita loved politeness—whether it was out of fear or respect, whether it was a greeting between diners or a greeting from food to diners.

Politeness is politeness.

"Mr. Sensible?" The banshee still clearly remembered the wise behavior of the little wizard when she appeared on the special admission flight last year, so she had a little hope for him: "What's the problem?"

"Can you tell fortunes?"

The banshee raised her finger and hung it in the air. She hesitated for half a second, and then a reserved smile appeared on her face: "Just so so. When I was studying at First University, my average evaluation in the divination class was A+."

An A+ evaluation means that the divination class assessment score is above 90%. Even in Jiuyou Academy, this score is among the top 10% of the grade.

"Wow, that's really amazing." Xiao Xiao complimented and continued to ask: "Then, do you know what is the most accurate sentence that all fortune tellers can predict?"

Nikita raised an eyebrow.

"What?" She didn't hide the curiosity on her face.

"The most accurate thing a wizard can predict is that 'the world is unpredictable'," Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and sighed with emotion, then looked around at his prepared companions, 'pop' He closed the Dharma book in his hand and said, "What are you waiting for?"

The moment he closed the Dharma book, Nikita knew that he was stalling for time, and his fingers that had been hanging in the air pressed heavily on the scales of the three black dragons.

hold head high! ! !

The three ferocious heads of the black dragon howled in unison, spitting out a hurricane of fishy odor mixed with venom and saliva, sweeping the entire hall.

Meow! !

Almost at the same moment, dozens of edamame jumped out of the void, roaring, and biting fiercely at the black dragon's neck, eyes, cheeks, beard horns and many other sensitive parts.

Being blocked by this dusty little thing, the black dragon paused for a moment.

With this moment of pause, Fatty Xin quickly took out a few glass bottles from his watch and smashed them into the empty space between the Sin Hunting Team and the Black Dragon.

A thick green smoke spread quickly, obscuring the banshee's sight.

The last scene she saw was the young witch stuffing a white pill into Zheng Qing's mouth. This alertness made the banshee and the three black dragons subconsciously avoid the dangerous-looking smoke.

"Get 'em!"

The banshee's fingers pressed hard on the black dragon's scales again, and she looked around with vigilant eyes: "Don't let them run away!"

Having said that, she and Faceless covered themselves with several layers of heavy defensive magic, lest another fatal rune bomb fly out of the smoke - even if this possibility was very low.

The black dragon roared angrily, flicked its thick tail hard, and struck the gray-skinned dogs accurately and fiercely. Those dusty figures were like bubbles, bursting in mid-air, turning into wisps of light smoke, and dissipating.

It was like a punch in the air.

The black dragon was stunned.

When it came back to its senses, the green smoke that filled the area had been dispersed by the two banshees, and on the opposite side of the smoke, the young wizards and the gray dog ​​had also disappeared without a trace.

"They can't run away!"

Zhu Zhu finally jumped down from the chair, skillfully pulled out the three shivering Zugos hiding in the shadows from under a table, and confidently said to Nikita: "In the dreamland, there is nothing like these. The little ones are better at escaping...they are the experts at escaping.”

Under the scarlet gaze of the banshee, the three old ancestors only reacted for less than a second before they rushed over and slapped their bony chests vigorously, indicating that tracking such a trivial matter was absolutely no problem, and so on.

"Before that, there are still some small problems that need to be solved." A sharp and harsh sound, like the opening and closing of a rusty door suddenly sounded at the door of the tavern: "You need to explain your purpose of coming and compensate Menis's cat." Cat Tavern suffered a corresponding loss.”

The eyes of the two banshees fell on the owner of that voice.

It was an old and scary looking cat.

It has a pair of large eyes with dark pupils that occupy almost a quarter of the face. Its skin is pale and covered with scars and wrinkles.

The old cat was leaning on a crutch that looked like a dead branch, standing between the sun and shadow at the broken butterfly door of the tavern.

"Who are you?" The little banshee glared at the old cat unceremoniously, as if she wanted to compare with it to see whose eyes were bigger.

"Attendant of the Temple of Uzzah." The old cat answered in his ugly voice, holding on to his crutch.

The three ancestors each turned around uneasily and nervously and glanced at the banshee.

To the Zugo tribes in the Enchanted Forest, the temples in Usa City are more prestigious than the tall stone monuments erected around their villages. Although they did not have the courage to resist the banshee's orders, they also did not have the courage to refuse the request of the Temple of Uzzah.

"Who are we to answer your question?" The little witch replied with a bad tone and an arrogant attitude: "We are subordinates of the Siren King, not believers in your temple."

"Because this is the city of Ussa." The old cat clicked the wooden stick in his hand, and several invisible ripples centered on it, rippling in all directions, vaguely corresponding to the breathing of the city.

Nikita frowned slightly.

She was not afraid of the silent protest from the Uzza Temple, nor was she worried about what the legendary temple elder would do to them. The only thing that concerned her was that it would not do her any good if she had a conflict with the temple here.

Conflict will waste time and cause harm to the temple of Uzzah.

If there is no conflict, it will only be a waste of time.

It only took a few seconds for the banshee to make her final decision.

"The rest of the work will be left to you," she ordered each of the ancestors: "After handling the matters here, leave the city immediately. We are waiting for you outside the city."