Hunting College

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In the early winter afternoon, although the sun was still shining, there was already a bit of chill in the air.

Leaving the pedestrian street surging crowds and turning into a narrow alley beside the street, what Zheng Qing saw was not the lush greenery he saw when he first came, but the fallen leaves covered in gold and red.

The alley is still deep and quiet. It's just that the moss-covered corners gradually faded away in the dry and cold air; there were no rustling insects in the cracks of the bluestone slab under the feet. Under the silent high wall on the left and the quiet buildings on the right, it became more and more bleak and lonely.

The young public servant stepped on the dead leaves and dashed all the way, and after a short while, he came to the familiar black gate.

Compared with the first time I came here, the "Abnormal Life Institute" now looks much cleaner and cleaner than before.

The rust on the iron door was cleaned up, the slender white doorplate was painted, and the gold leaf between the large letters on it was re-attached neatly; the symbol plates hanging on both sides of the door invited two people again The door gods, Shen Tu and Yu Lei Zhengda Ma Jindao sat there, looking at the door with a serious face-I don't know since when, Zheng Qing has rarely seen these door gods playing cards on the wall-even Yu The golden-eyed white tiger at the foot of the base had its tail erected, grinning, walking up and down between the runes, looking loyal to his duties.

The creepers hanging on the blue-black fence on the left and right of the iron gate were also neatly repaired, perhaps because the climate is relatively mild, even though it is early winter, the leaves of these vines have not fallen clean, orange, red, yellow, and various colors. Different leaves hung on the blue-black wall, but set off a peculiar vitality.

The door is not locked, but a small gap is left. If someone who is not familiar with it sees it, he must think that the door is closed. That is to say, Zheng Qing came and went more often, and was not fooled by this thin seam.

He stood at the door, hesitated for a moment, and took a look at the slit with his head.

As expected, no one glared at him at the door.

The young public servant hesitated for a few seconds, finally sighed and looked down at the box in his arms.

"I'll be scolded for a while, you need to speak nicely for me..."

The elves were still sleeping soundly in their cots, unresponsive to the prayers of the young wizard. Zheng Qing curled his lips, and finally did not knock on the door again, but squeezed with his feet, squeezed the door a little bit further, and then got in along the crack in the door.

It is not that he is not polite, but that he has come and gone many times. He and Dr. Dozem are also familiar with each other a lot, knowing that the doctor is most tired of the red tape. And he also knew that this crack in the door was originally reserved for him-meaning that he would stop knocking on the door to make noise.

Because of the re-oiling, the iron door was silent when it opened. Even if Zheng Qing closed the door again with his foot, there was no much movement.

The yard is as quiet as always.

Holding the box, Zheng Qing involuntarily stood on his toes while walking, trying to reduce his sense of existence. Although he also knows that this is just hiding the ears and stealing the bell, sometimes people always like to deceive themselves.

I walked to the entrance of the study in a familiar way. I didn’t even see a ghost along the way. Of course, it is really difficult to see a ghost in a wizard’s house. Unlike the open door, the one in the study. The door was completely open.

The young government-sponsored student stretched his neck in, and hit the yellow bird in the bird cage hanging by the window.

The little bird blinked, flapped its wings, opened its mouth and sang happily: "I have small eyes, I can always see clearly, put my head in the door and light my steps..."

Zheng Qing cried out a "bad thing" from the bottom of his heart, and when his eyes turned, the two people in the room had already looked over.

"You came late today."

Jiang Yu turned his head and glanced at him. There didn't seem to be much blaming in his tone. On the contrary, there was a vaguely...relaxed feeling? Zheng Qing didn't know if he was an illusion.

"I went to talk to the wandering wizard... the old man was too ink." Zheng Qing quickly explained the reason for his lateness, and put the cardboard box he was holding on Dr. Duzem's desk.

When he put down the cardboard box, the corner of his eyes glanced at a small bottle placed on the edge of the table. The bottle was placed between the witch and the doctor and contained some translucent liquid.

But when he turned around and looked again, the little bottle had disappeared without a trace, as if it had just been his illusion.

Compared with the witch, the attitude of the master of the study is a little cold-or, since Zheng Qing appeared until now, Dr. Du Zemu has been frowning, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not say hello to Zheng Qing.

It wasn't until Zheng Qing put down the box that the doctor seemed to be awakened and looked up at the young public student.

Then he turned his face and looked at Jiang Yu.

"Are you really sure? You know, the risk of targeted conversion is very high..."

"Very sure, sir." Jiang Yu interrupted Doctor very rudely, looking out the window, with a very firm tone: "This is my request...We have talked about it many times before."

"Well... if you insist." Dr. Duzem looked a little helpless, he sighed deeply, stretched out his finger to pull out his eyeballs, threw it into the eyewash next to him, and muttered: " If your grandma knew about this, she would definitely stew me..."

When Zheng Qing listened to the vague conversation between the two, he suddenly remembered the reference books that Jiang Yu had borrowed before, and raised his brows, vaguely aware of something.

But before he could ask ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Jiang Yu took out a wooden box with a red ribbon from the Kun bag and stuffed it into the arms of the young public student.

"You won first place in the freshman competition. I haven't officially congratulated you yet." The witch smiled and said, noticing the boy's surprised expression, and immediately added: "This is a congratulatory ceremony...according to' Our'rules, in this case must be given to friends."

Zheng Qing held the wooden box in a daze, with a somewhat complicated expression.

The "we" in Jiang Yu's mouth is not with him, but refers to the circle where the "aristocratic wizard" is. From this perspective, she gave Zheng Qing a congratulatory ritual, and Zheng Qing was really hard to push away.

"Don't open it to take a look?" The witch looked at him holding the gift box and couldn't help but smile and urged.

Zheng Qing smiled bitterly, tore off the ribbon on the box, and opened the wooden box.

There is a greeting card in the box.

Under the greeting card, there is a revolver with a blue-black gun body and a wooden handle. It looks simple and heavy, but exudes a faint breath.

(= one second to remember)