Monster Hunting High School

After the meeting of the Seven Deadly Sins, the black cat did not return to the dormitory immediately. Instead, he turned to the cat fruit tree halfway, planning to take advantage of today's opportunity to transform and patrol his territory.

Of course, the more important reason is that when he left Dr. Duzem's research institute earlier, he once mentioned to Jiang Yu that he might go to the Maoguoshu at night.

It's nearly mid-month.

The crescent moon has an extra arc, hanging on the horizon like an irregular golden melon seed. The black cat stepped on the tiny moonlight that fell between the treetops and the gaps between the buildings. With light steps and quick movements, the black cat passed through several groves, bushes and dark corners of several buildings in an instant, without disturbing any of the admiring people. Moonlight passerby.

Moonlight is not the color of night.

Moonlight is a slightly glowing darkness.

Dead leaves fall from the branches, chirping insects hum in the cracks of the rocks, the moon rises from the lake, and the lake water flows into the deep sky. The long-necked heron spreads its wings on the hunting night and flies across the lake lightly and powerfully, causing sparkling waves.

When the black cat came to the cat fruit tree, a white, lion's mane-like cross-stitched plush collar had been hung around its neck. This was Jiang Yu's Thanksgiving gift to him.

Black Cat felt that wearing this pair tonight was particularly appropriate.

On the cat fruit tree, the fruits were hanging on their respective branches as always, trembling and snoring in the night wind. The soft long hair undulates along with the fine and long purring sounds, injecting a different kind of vitality into this almost sleeping world.

Black Cat turned a blind eye to this.

Because it saw the figure that surprised it inexplicably under the moonlight, lying lazily on its 'throne', with two small white front paws in front of it, holding its head high and full of momentum.

Unfortunately, not all moonlights are filled with romance.

Just like not all reunions are passionate.

Although the little white cat came, it ignored the black cat who came forward with a sullen face, and always pointed the back of its head at the black cat. No matter how Black Cat tried his best to get around her, she could always turn her head quietly at the last moment and show him the furry back of her head again.

After trying hard for a long time, Black Cat had to admit the reality in disappointment.

The little white cat was angry and didn't want to pay attention to himself.

Come to think of it, no one would be able to face all this calmly if they knew that their date not only had a fiancée, but also had children who knew how to play soy sauce.

Fortunately, she was still willing to come to see him, which showed that there was still room for redemption.

Because it involves the secret of the great wizard's advancement, Zheng Qing could not explain his relationship with Su Shijun in detail to others, so he could only repeat the explanation he had given many times, emphasizing that there was no relationship between himself and the owner of Qingqiu Mansion. An imaginary relationship.

This kind of nonsense, even on its own, becomes boring if you talk about it too much, let alone the listener.

So, after saying "We really don't have that kind of relationship" like Mrs. Xianglin said several times, the young public-funded student changed the topic and started talking about the trivial matters of the past few days.

From the long-necked heron I saw on the road tonight, to my transformation several times this week, my hearing seems to be much more sensitive, which leads to the conclusion that the magic essential oil given by the little white cat is really useful!

From how perverted the magical cosmology homework that Xiao Xiao and Fatty Xin took, to how Xiao Xiao drew a star map on the scroll of bamboo slips, which was a gift from Sima to the doctor, and the hair on his neck. Collar is just as useful!

The little white cat was indifferent to the black cat's compliments and didn't even bother to twitch its ears.

The black cat simply stopped pretending and started chatting about the world - first, there were a few more kittens in the cat fruit tree recently, and among them there may be descendants of the Persian cat; then he mentioned Linzhong Lake The murlocs have not shown up in the morning for a long time, because the cold winter air has made their blood as slow as their movements; and there is a black and white pig and a red fox in the gathering of seven deadly sins tonight, what about the power struggle within Alpha? Getting involved with the North District wizards will affect the stability of Jiuyou Academy, and so on.

And so on, endlessly.

The rise of black cat chatting is quite a bit like talking incessantly and scolding Fang Qiu. The little white cat's fur gave off a hazy shimmer in the moonlight, stimulating thoughts in its mind that exploded one after another, seemingly endlessly.

Until your mouth is dry.

The little white cat finally lost its previous indifference, its body became much softer, and it lay lazily in front of the black cat, its tail wagging slightly intermittently.

The black cat licked its dry tongue and stared at the bright moonlight flowing like clear water on the back of the little white cat. An inexplicable thought came to his mind - I wonder what the moonlight tastes like? It should be very thirst quenching.

So it licked it unconsciously.

The little white cat's whole body tensed up, its ears suddenly fell down, and its limbs stiffened as it lay on the ground, as if it would jump off the tree in the next second, peach blossoms.

But the next second never came. Instead, the black cat licked closer and closer, and the shadows of the two cats gradually merged into one.

Then at some point in the next moment, the shadow slowly spreads, as if water seeped into the sand. The water didn't disappear, it just went deeper.

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The next morning, Zheng Qing woke up in the tent.

There was a vague chat between Xiao Xiao and the fat wizard outside. I don't know if it was because of the curtain between them, but their voices were a little loud.

"...If you want to live happily in this world, the most important thing is to learn to reconcile with the unknown." The doctor's topic is always full of philosophy:

"After all, as small individuals, we don't know too much about this world. Keeping a distance from the unknown, or in other words, maintaining awe of the unknown, is a good choice."

The fat man obviously disagreed with his point of view: "Your attitude towards life is too negative. Are you willing to stay away from the unknown, and is the unknown willing to stay away from you?... Well, do you want another bowl?"

"no thank you."

When Zheng Qing heard what they seemed to be drinking, he suddenly became curious and opened the curtain. A hot smell spread throughout the room. Xiao Xiao and Fatty were holding their noses and filling their mouths with a viscous liquid that looked like magma.

"What are you drinking?" The young public servant's throat was also a little dry.

Two cold eyes fell on the black cat.

"What do you think?" The doctor adjusted his glasses expressionlessly.

"'I shouldn't be back very late,' huh?" The fat wizard repeated what the black cat had said before he left last night, and then angrily put down the medicine bowl in his hand: "If you come back late, won't you fly a paper crane? Do you know? Do you know it’s winter? Do you think you’ll catch a cold if you’re exposed to the cold wind all night?”

Zheng Qing closed the curtain with a frown on his face, pretending that he was still sleeping.