Monster Hunting High School

The yellow raccoon originally didn't intend to show up.

Rather than bothering to deal with all kinds of messy things outside, it prefers to shuttle between the gaps in different spaces, hide in corners invisible to others, and quietly observe someone who is unconscious.

But the reality is that if he doesn't take action, someone is going to be captured - and for a cat who knows a little bit of the truth, that's a terrible situation.

Just like a photography enthusiast, guarding an ugly duckling among the ducks, watching it grow up day by day, and never tire of it. As winter passed, the little duck grew up and was about to flutter its wings. Unexpectedly, a vulture fell from the sky and snatched away the ugly duckling that had not yet fully grown up.

Is there anything worse than this?

In fact, no matter from which angle you look at it, this year’s winter hunting activities deviated greatly from the ‘First University Extracurricular Practical Activities’ that Huang Huali had expected.

Of course, the name of the yellow-breasted civet is not called the yellow-breasted civet.

In order to avoid being caught by detection magic, this code name will be used here for the time being.

According to past practices and clichés, the so-called winter hunting means that the school marks out hunting areas with different levels of danger on the edge of the Silent Forest, and then sends students with different abilities into them to clean up the 'pests' in the hunting areas. Sometimes the number of pests outside the school is not enough, and the school will entrust other agencies to provide some fresh prey.

Overall, this should be a large-scale exercise with a plan, a plan, and a directional outcome. It is a very guaranteed and safe final assessment behavior.

Of course, because the Silent Wave returned earlier this year, the number and types of 'pests' that escaped from the Silent Forest were a bit excessive. But this is still under the control of the school.

It's just that an unplanned 'small sandbox world' appeared in the D-A hunting area. As this small world slowly collapsed, with Fei Rui, four uninvited guests, Su Shijun and the unknown big hand... Taking turns, the yellow fox finally couldn't continue to observe in secret.jpg.

If he doesn't use his claws, the little brother will be snatched away by that big hand!

Fortunately, at the last moment, it finally contacted the gentleman who was far away in an unpredictable place.

"Hey... the old man can't come, so I let you top the tank?"

The voice in the black hole was neither urgent nor slow, and seemed not at all surprised by the appearance of the yellow tabby. But unlike the calm voice, the originally open big hand made a hand gesture in an instant, and at the same time shrank back, assuming an extremely cautious posture.

"Noisy!"

The yellow tabby cat who was forced to show up had a bad temper. He raised his paw and slapped the big hand.

When the little fur claw first swung, it was only the size of a bottle cap; then it quickly expanded to the size of the mouth of a cup, the mouth of a bowl, and the size of a pot lid; by the time the claws reached the entrance of the black hole, it had grown to a diameter of just over two meters, not much more. Shao, just seal the hole.

The big hand shrinking at the entrance of the black cave was unambiguous. With six fingers flying, it instantly produced a dazzling series of hand gestures: "Jie...bi...nan...shan! Wei...shi...yan...yan!!"

"boom!!!"

The huge cat claws hit the shadow of a rocky mountain heavily, making a deafening roar that made Zheng Qing's ears buzz - compared to the buzzing sound coming from the black hole before. The hoarse voice seemed as pleasant to the ears as clear spring water.

"Are your paws covered with fleshy pads?" The hoarse voice in the black hole continued to tease the civet, and his tone became more and more vicious: "...I've always heard people say that cats have nine lives...I don't know. You have lived for so long, and now you still have a few lives left.”

"I estimate that I still have seven or eight lives left." Huanghua Li spat back unceremoniously: "It's you, although I don't know how many lives you have left...but you will definitely lose one today. That's the point. I am very sure."

"I doubt that your furry little paws can calculate addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within ten." Along with this mocking voice, the big hand under the shadow of Yanshan also gestured with a provocative middle finger, and He ticked the yellow raccoon dog.

No matter how you look at it, there will be a cat-hand battle.

The yellow raccoon originally had its back hunched, its tail erect, staring viciously at the big hand under the shadow of the rocky mountain, as if it could pounce on it at any time and tear it to pieces.

But for some unknown reason, it suddenly put away its posture and resumed its usual lazy look of a cat.

Zheng Qing soon knew the reason for Huang Huali's change of attitude.

"Forgive me! Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you." A familiar voice suddenly sounded in Zheng Qing's ears, startling him.

Looking back, there was a short and chubby figure wearing a robe and black-rimmed round glasses. It was Mr. Wu, the owner of Sanyou Bookstore, who taught Zheng Qing the knowledge of talismans.

Zheng Qing's eyes tightened and he sniffed, but a big smile broke out on his face involuntarily.

"Hello, sir!" He immediately turned around, adjusted his robes, and bowed respectfully to the figure.

Mr. Wu did not answer, but stretched out his hand to grab Zheng Qing's collar, straightened it out, and taught him a lesson: "A scholar cannot be ungrateful. The road ahead is long and heavy. Isn't it also important to be benevolent as one's own duty? It's only after death that you can't do it." "Isn't it far?"

Zheng Qing nodded as if he understood.

Not far away, Su Shijun looked at Mr. Wu's fat figure with a shocked expression. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Mr. Wu glanced at her, nodded, and praised: "It's absolutely beautiful and perfect."

After saying that, he looked around, looking at the scattered pines and cypresses lying on the ground, looking at the snow mixed with mud and blood, looking at the nervous assistant teaching team and the young wizards of the Exoneration Hunting Team in the distance, and felt deeply. He sighed deeply and said, "As the years get colder, I know that the pines and cypresses will wither."

"Hiss... hehe... the old man is dropping his book bag again." The hoarse voice in the black hole laughed strangely and interrupted the gentleman unceremoniously: "You are old but you are not dead, what is the explanation?"

The teacher smiled and replied: "You forget to eat when you work hard, and forget about your worries when you are happy. You don't know that old age is coming."

In the midst of this question and answer, Zheng Qing suddenly realized that something was wrong. He looked around, looking at Su Shijun who still looked shocked, at the yellow tabby lazily lying motionless on the tree stump, at the assistant coach and several companions from the Exoneration Hunting Team who were supporting each other behind him.

Especially since a minute ago, Fatty Xin had been filling Assistant Hilda's mouth with medicine.

According to the size of that small medicine bottle, even if it is full of medicine, it should be drunk long ago. But the fat man kept holding the small medicine bottle. And the small medicine bottle was always dripping with medicine.

The young public-funded student finally realized something belatedly.

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