Monster Hunting High School

"Why are you crying?"

"Does it hurt somewhere? What's your name? Where is your home?"

"Are you here to see your parents too?"

"do not Cry!"

"It's so embarrassing for such an old person to cry! I've known since I was three years old that I can't cry in front of others! ...Stop crying, I'll show you something good!"

The nagging voice of the little witch kept echoing in Zheng Qing's ears. The young public-funded student raised his arms and covered his eyes for a long time. Tears no longer fell between his fingers, and a bright smile spread out at the corner of his mouth.

"Why did you suddenly laugh again?" Zhu Si's uneasy voice sounded again: "...Crying and laughing suddenly is really like the legendary psychosis."

Zheng Qing put down the hand covering his eyes, revealing reddish eye circles.

"You don't know who I am?" he asked in a hoarse voice as he tried to sit up.

"How strange!" The little witch looked at him warily, the beech leaves on her wrist clattering and ringing: "You met a stranger lying unconscious on the ground in the forest, do you know who he is? ?”

Stranger, Zheng Qing felt a surge of sourness in his heart again when he heard this word.

"My name is Zheng Qing." He stroked the red rope on his wrist and replied softly: "I am a student of First University. I came here to find a friend and take her home. She is lost in this world. It has been a long time."

"It's really easy to get lost in this forest." The little witch sighed, and sat on the grass with Zheng Qing leaning against the old oak tree. She picked a mushroom at the root of the tree and tore its stems. Cap: "Although I have been here for a long time, sometimes I still can't find my way... many times, I almost forgot what I came here to do."

"What are you here for?" Zheng Qing asked at the right time.

"Me? Of course I'm here to see mom...and dad!" Zhu Si replied without thinking.

"Are they in these woods?"

"It should be..." Regarding this question, the little witch was obviously not sure, with a trace of confusion on her face: "But I have been looking here for so long, they should be around here."

"I told you my name, you should tell me yours."

"My name is Jusi."

"Jusi, why do you think your parents are in this forest?"

"Because my father likes mice, he keeps a lot of big mice at home, and the stuffed animals he gives me all look like mice... and there are a lot of brown mice in this forest."

"Then how did you find this forest?"

This time, the little witch was silent for a long time. She frowned, as if tracing her origins in memory. Until a long time later, a faint halo began to appear on the heads of the mushrooms with slender necks under the oak trees. The bushes in the forest were dyed a layer of dark green, and the night wind blew by, bringing a hint of coolness.

The little witch shuddered, and her absent-minded eyes regained focus.

Then she saw Zheng Qing.

"Who are you?" She sat up nervously, opened her dark eyes wide, raised the small mirror in her hand, pointed it at Zheng Qing, her round face was full of vigilance: "Why are you sitting next to me? ...Shh, keep your voice down, there are a lot of monsters here that can eat people!”

Zheng Qing let out a sob in his throat, almost crying and laughing at the same time.

"I'm Zheng Qing," he replied in a vague but clear voice: "I'm here to accompany you to find your parents... Do you still remember those myrtle leaves on your wrist? That was my gift to you. "

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"It's different from the real world."

"The biggest feature of Fantasyland is fantasy and dreams."

"When people are half asleep and half awake, it is difficult to distinguish reality from dreams, and this is the most real part of dreams."

In the hall deep in the Ursa City Museum, Elder Atal once again met several young hunters from the Exoneration Hunting Team. He was sitting behind an ivory desk with a kind expression and bright eyes: "...Dreams are people's dreams. The reflection of some secret thoughts in the heart. The existence of those thoughts supports the existence of fantasy. When those thoughts are strong enough and supported by enough powerful energy, the fantasy will become a reality. "

"So, what you are saying is that our captain went to a place that he really wanted to go to?" Xiao Xiao keenly understood the meaning behind Elder Atal's explanation.

"That's understandable." The old man nodded and glanced at Fatty Lan behind Xiao Xiao.

Banner was standing behind the crowd, 'replenishing energy' for himself. Because he was eating in a hurry and got choked, he just took out a small bottle of Green Bee's Shunqi.

Noticing the old man's gaze, the fat man was stunned and raised the small wine bottle in his hand.

"Want some?" he asked politely.

The old man jumped out from behind the ivory desk with extraordinary agility, grabbed the small wine bottle, and the wrinkles on his smiling face curved into one piece: "You're welcome...well, I haven't had a drink from school for a long time. Wow, this taste is really unforgettable.”

Several young wizards were stunned.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Xiao Xiaocai sighed and asked another question he just wanted to ask: "If... if the captain goes to where he wants to go, how can we find him?"

Old Man Atal smacked his lips and sighed with contentment: "The main body of fantasy dreams is the dream that everyone is familiar with. But in addition to this kind of ordinary dream, there are many individual 'unique' dreams... As you can imagine They are another planet in this universe."

"Just like it is difficult for us to cross the starry sky and find that unique planet in the brilliant sky. Without clear landmarks, it is also difficult for you to find that unique dream in the endless dreamland."

The hearts of the young wizards immediately sank.

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The Shattucks spread their broad wings again and rushed into the brilliant sky.

The Guge giants let out deep roars from their throats, waved their wooden sticks, and rolled the rocks between the hills. The big purple spider put its belly on the ground and lowered its body, preparing to welcome its owner.

Only the ancestors carrying gifts and tributes were huddled in the grass hut from beginning to end, trembling with fear.

Nikita and Zhuzhu walked out of Usa city.

A strong Zuge flattered, crawled to the feet of the banshees, carefully patted his chest, and asked the whereabouts of the three elders and what to do with the tributes behind them.

"Go back to the Enchanted Forest," the banshee climbed onto the proud purple spider, lowered her eyelids, and looked at the brown rat-like creatures crawling in the mud: "I want you to summon the ancestors of all tribes to find that day. The little witch leaving the camp.”

She pointed at Zhu Zhu.

The little banshee immediately puffed up her chest and showed her face around: "Did you see it? Look for this face!"