Monster Hunting High School

If the eyes that looked at Zheng Qing in the hall were just a little 'scrutinous' and a little 'sharp', then the moment his portrait kissed the fingertips of Su Shijun's portrait, the scrutiny was mixed with many nameless curses, and those 'sharp' 'It is even more like substance, as if it has turned into a sharp arrow, vowing to kill someone with thousands of arrows.

Zheng Qing was very glad that when he chose the dress, he chose one with the strongest magic defense.

Even so, the tiny golden runes that originally roamed happily on his robe were visibly dimmed to the naked eye, and his movements slowly slowed down.

This scene was so horrifying that his face turned pale, and he just wanted to escape from this battlefield quickly.

"What are you looking at?"

Dylan came out of nowhere, holding three wine glasses in his hand, and asked in a faint voice.

"Looking at the mural."

The young public-funded student replied dryly, reaching out to grab the green bee with a lemon stuck in the rim of the cup. He secretly praised the 'gentleman's' discernment in his heart, because he happened to feel a little dry at the moment.

The next second, Mr. Vampire Werewolf raised his hand, turned around, and with elegant dance steps, took the lead and gave the glass of wine that Zheng Qing was interested in to a passing strange witch. There were two bottles left, one for himself and the other. He roughly stuffed it into Linda Barnes's hand, completely ignoring the reporter's statement that she didn't know how to drink.

Then, he looked at Zheng Qing again.

"I mean, what are you looking at?" Dylan stretched out his finger and poked it upward, as if he wanted to break the dome on the ceiling. He bit the word "you" very hard.

Zheng Qing finally understood that he was asking what the two guys with their backs to everyone in the painting were looking at, and he also understood why his drink was gone.

"Maybe the starry sky?"

The boy's voice was full of bitterness and some uncertainty, but he still cheered up and spread his hands very sincerely: "You know, the person in the painting is the person in the painting, the shadow is the shadow, I am me... the person in the painting I can’t control what you want to do here.”

Dylan raised the glass of blood-like drink in his hand and drank it down in one gulp.

"This way."

Mr. Vampire Werewolf maintained his last sense of reason and gentleman, but he also clearly knew that it was very unwise for Zheng Qing to continue to stay in this hall, so he simply ended the wizard's visit and took him to the back of the hall. go.

"That's right," the young public-sponsored student trotted next to his striding companion, with a smile on his face: "...you haven't said who the guest I 'could never imagine' is."

Dylan kept a straight face and said nothing, but his pace slowed down a little.

"Absolutely unimaginable?"

A familiar surprise came to Zheng Qing's ears. He turned around and stared blankly at Miss Linda Barnes hanging beside him like a ghost, holding an empty wine glass in her hand, her gorgeous dance skirt not showing up at all. The wizard's busy and messy appearance was always dignified.

Must have used magic to cheat.

Zheng Qing was thinking in his heart and looked her up and down rather rudely: "...Didn't you say you don't know how to drink?"

"Oh, a little bit is no problem." The blonde witch pretended to smile shyly, and quickly stuffed the empty wine glass into a passing elf, and her face immediately regained its shrewdness: "You just said, 'I can't imagine it. 'Who is the guest? Gongsun Yuan? Or Violet Jessop?"

Except for the last name, which Zheng Qing knew to be the purple-haired witch from the teaching assistant group, he only vaguely remembered the other two names belonging to the 'senior cadres' of the student union, and had no contact with them on weekdays.

"I really can't imagine the list you provided."

After Zheng Qing complained sincerely, he couldn't help but gossip: "Assistant Violet... you are talking about the purple-haired assistant lady, right? Why does she come to... this kind of dance?"

"Half of them are sent by schools with missions, like me."

The reporter girl gave him an unexpected answer: "We are responsible for part of the security at the dance... The other half of the reason, of course, is my guess. She is too old and cannot keep dragging it on, and Vic Assistant Teacher Duo didn't say anything, so she probably wanted to remind someone."

Zheng Qing originally thought that she was simply here to catch a rich husband tonight. Because of Fatty Xin, he naturally felt a bit repulsive, but only then did he realize his mistake.

"Where are Dylan taking us?" The wizard's tone and attitude changed significantly, leaving the blonde witch quite confused.

"The hall in front is equivalent to the dance rest area, and the formal dance hall is still behind."

As part of the ball's security, Linda Barnes is well aware of her surroundings: "But it should be noted that there is a security barrier between the front hall and the back...such as camouflage magic, transfiguration or love magic." Drug users will be screened out by the magic circle...especially the last one. Every year, there are a few young wizards or witches who don't know their importance and want to take a side game and use magic to find love, and then..."

"ah!"

There was an exclamation not far away, and the two young wizards followed the sound, only to see a cocoon of magic light wrapping around a masked witch and shooting outwards, disappearing into the night in an instant.

"Then, like this."

The blonde witch covered her mouth with a fan and concluded: "There are only so many magic or potions that can create love. They have been played by the seniors of the school for hundreds of years. Of course, those who try to break through are not necessarily foolhardy, there are also some It may be a very confident child who feels that his talent can challenge the rules of the Yuexia Dance... Although it is rare, if a child with such outstanding talent passes the magic barrier screening, he deserves it. "

"Is it so harsh?"

"This dance is an important part of family friendship. It is likely to affect the power structure of the Yuexia clan decades or even hundreds of years later. It cannot be overemphasized... But having said that, after all, the people attending the dance are only juniors, Tai Too much attention is not magic enough... Therefore, it is difficult to use extreme words like 'strict' or 'loose' to describe it."

While they were talking, the three of them had already arrived at the entrance of another corridor, and Zheng Qing once again felt a gentle obstruction, like the brushing of fine yarn. He suddenly realized that this should be the 'magic barrier' that Linda mentioned. This clear touch was both a reminder and a warning.

At the same time, he also realized why he had just nodded and his shadow was taken away by the dome. The reason was probably because of this ubiquitous magic barrier.

call!

Outside the barrier, the night was clear and the valley breeze was blowing. The first thing that caught Zheng Qing's attention was a Christmas tree as big as a hill standing next to the dance hall. Dozens of little wizards were sitting in rows on the branches, singing Christmas songs, crisp and cheerful. The song inspires joy in everyone's heart.

Zheng Qing finally realized who Dylan was talking about.