Monster Hunting High School

"Are you sure you saw the inner castle wall collapse?"

"Absolutely true!"

"If the inner castle has collapsed, then why don't they just rush in and grab the Xuanhuang Fruit, instead of resetting the time again and again? Don't tell me that Terbi Dragon is worried about the casualties of the monsters or allies."

Hearing this rhetorical question, Zheng Qing froze on the spot.

He recalled carefully for a moment, and then slowly answered: "Because they were stopped... Every time the inner castle wall collapsed and the wizards were at a disadvantage, a spell would ring out in the whole world... I could only hear the first few words. I can’t quite hear the syllables clearly...then I’ll return to reality.”

"So, what else is there to worry about?" Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and concluded: "If the wizards are at a disadvantage, they will use a powerful spell to regain the disadvantage... If the wizards are at an advantage, they will naturally be more vulnerable. no need to worry."

The doctor's analysis was very reasonable, and Zheng Qing also admitted it. Only then did he realize that what made his intuition warn him wildly was not the inner fortress wall that might collapse, but himself.

The rune gun was robbed, the book of laws and the pocket watch were already full, but the breath of the forbidden curse had nowhere to vent.

The young public-funded student glanced at the black cat subconsciously.

"Don't look at me, there's nothing I can do." The black cat immediately shook its head, and the usually energetic tail behind it drooped down, with the tip of its tail not even raised.

Zheng Qing was silent for a moment, feeling a trace of warmth in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and touched it, and his fingertips were stained with eye-catching bright red.

He knew he really couldn't hold on.

"Throw me up!" The boy gritted his teeth and looked at the black cat. His voice was still hoarse, but his eyes were unusually calm: "Throw me next to the bronze dragon... You should have something like this."

Black Cat frowned.

"This is not a good idea." It hesitated.

"It's better than having an accident like I did here."

"This time I may not be as lucky as last time."

"I never believe in luck."

Zheng Qing murmured and looked around - in the shallow pit, the companions of the Exoneration Hunting Team all looked confused. Xiao Xiao might have made some inferences, and his expression was a little ugly.

A little further away, Zhu Si was still holding the leg of the pure-blood Migo and looked at the big rat. Maybe it was because of the forbidden curse's aura that Zheng Qingfu vaguely guessed the identity of the two monsters in his mind. It made him feel inexplicably relieved.

Further away, the barrier where Su Shijun and Shenjin Liangzi dueled were still flashing with a dazzling cyan halo. Jiang Yu should still be inside, and I wonder if he is safe and sound now.

He still owes her a lot of money, this thought slipped through the boy's mind.

If he really couldn't control those auras and the worst-case scenario occurred, everything in front of him would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

He never wanted that to happen.

Just think of it as paying back the money, the young wizard found another reason for himself.

In his ears, Dylan's breathing quickened again.

Zheng Qing reached out and touched his face. His palms were full of blood. Now not only his eyes, but also his nose began to bleed. He turned back, glanced at Dylan, and couldn't help but laugh:

"Only at this time can people feel that you have vampire blood."

On weekdays, Dylan eats chicken legs, barbecue, and drinks Green Hornet just like everyone else in Dormitory 403. Many times, everyone ignores the other half of his blood.

"It's not funny at all." Mr. Vampire Werewolf replied through gritted teeth. The veins on his neck were bulging, and his eyes were already filled with dark red bloodshot eyes.

Zheng Qing knew that his blood was attractive to certain creatures and did not want to continue to irritate Dylan, so he turned around, looked at the others, and warned in a brisk tone: "Old rules, after I leave, the elder will be the captain, and the black cat will help you of."

"What are the old rules?" Fatty Xin finally realized the ominous tone in Zheng Qing's tone and raised his eyebrows: "Are you planning to become a bloody hero like you did in the last school hunting competition?"

"We agreed last time that we will take care of things together." Xiao Xiao was also a little dissatisfied with Zheng Qing's arbitrary decision, and at the same time advised: "This time is not a hunting competition held by the school, but a real battlefield... There is no cause and effect on the battlefield. curse."

Lan Que's answer was even more concise. He held the sword in his arms and stopped in front of Zheng Qing, reminding him: "I'm not dead yet."

Similarly, Zhang Jixin's answer was also straightforward. He cracked his joints and rolled his eyes at the young public-funded student: "Want to be beaten again?"

Zheng Qing ignored the anxiety and concern of his companions, but raised his head and looked at the sky

"Honestly, I should be grateful to those great wizards and great demons. At least they cleared up a quiet enough area for me." The young public-funded student raised his head, trying to stop the blood from his nose and eyes that kept pouring out. This made him The voice sounded a little weird: "At least, when I was bleeding, there weren't a bunch of monsters rushing over, wanting to eat flesh and drink blood..."

"Do not talk!"

Fatty Xin forcibly interrupted the wizard. He held four or five potions between his chubby fingers and squeezed in front of Zheng Qing: "Bixian can stop bleeding, hyoscyamus powder can relieve spasms and pain, and rejuvenation potions can eliminate most internal diseases... In addition, "Although I don't know what's wrong with your body, it's definitely right to take some snake oil internally."

Zheng Qing pushed Fatty Xin's hand away, opened his mouth, and tried to explain, but the sweet taste in his throat made him realize that he ran out of time.

He covered his mouth and nose, lowered his head, and looked at the black cat:

"Now, immediately, immediately."

This time, the black cat did not argue with the wizard. He stood up, put his paws on the boy's shoulders, drooped his silver beard, and gave the boy a rare blessing: "I hope the old man can bless you. ”

The old man it talks about is naturally Mr. Wu.

There was a huge suction force between the black cat's paws.

What an interesting statement. This idea just passed through Zheng Qing's mind. His eyes flashed. The partners of the Forgiveness Hunting Team had disappeared from sight. What came into view was a pair of heads and tails. The length of the body was unknown, and it looked like bronze. The forged dragon.

And now he was standing in the belly of the giant dragon, where the three dragon claws met.

If he looked further away, he would find that he was floating in the center of an abstract clock built by a giant dragon. The hour, minute, and second hands formed by three dragon claws were shaking violently, as if they would click and click at any time.

Everything comes in time.

The boy thought this in his heart, and quickly pulled out the book filled with forbidden spells from the gray cloth bag.

The last time he blew himself up in the small world in the Silent Forest was an accident. Although Zheng Qing knew that there was a forbidden curse seed in his body, he didn't know how to control it - fortunately, he now had a 'trigger'.

The effect of a trigger is to stimulate.