Hunting High School

The muzzle of Remington's gun was only a few feet away from Professor Yao's chest.

At the moment of pulling the trigger, Zheng Qing thought about countless possible consequences—for example, the rune bullet was stopped by the professor with a finger before it hit the chest; for example, the rune bullet hit the professor’s chest like a grain of dust When it landed on the water, there was no shock; another example is that the professor suddenly showed his real body with three heads and eight arms, and ate the talisman bullet in one bite.

Of course, the last possibility is extremely low.

The only thing he didn't expect was that the bullet never hit the professor. After leaving the muzzle of the gun, the light blue bullet moved straight forward, like a shooting star, but no matter how fast it was, it was still more than a foot away from Professor Yao's chest.

It seems that there is a vast universe in front of the professor's chest.

And that rune is a bug that fell into Amber.

The galloping bullets and the relatively still state appeared in Zheng Qing's eyes at the same time. The feeling of dislocation caused an uncontrollable urge to vomit in his heart. He felt that the world in all directions was rapidly moving away from him. At the same time, he He clearly realized that he was still standing where he was, and that the surrounding walls, the floor tiles under his feet, and the professor in front of him had not changed in any way from beginning to end.

Snapped.

After the aura of the forbidden spell was exhausted, the light blue talisman shattered like a bubble, turning into a thin mist of light, and finally disappeared within a few feet between Zheng Qing and the professor.

Professor Yao smacked his lips in aftertaste.

"How do you feel?" Before the boy came back to his senses, the professor asked directly, "Compared with before, is there any special feeling when shooting this time?"

Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the talisman gun in his hand, and after a while, he murmured: "It feels very clean."

In the past when shooting, the body of the gun would more or less emit a breath of the forbidden spell, but after shooting this time, the escaping breath was absorbed by the skull on the gun, giving people a kind of special feeling. Refreshing feeling.

Hearing the judgment of the young public finance student, the professor nodded: "Indeed, it is much cleaner than before. If you have no other concerns, then I suggest you accept this rune gun again. After all, guns are just tools, and there is no good or evil..."

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"Just to give you back the rune gun?"

Xiao Xiao opened his mouth abruptly, interrupting Zheng Qing's recollection of last night's conversation and the shot, his slightly narrowed eyes were full of puzzlement: "If you just returned the shot, then why did you become a cat? Cat's paw I can't hold a gun either."

While talking, the two of them had arrived at Feiyuan where the morning classes were held, and the lively atmosphere around them was happily circling around the wizards, surrounded by waves of vitality.

Zheng Qing was caught off guard by the doctor's question, stood there for a few seconds, and then said vaguely: "Become a cat...become a cat because there are a few big cats fighting at the cat fruit tree, as the arbitrator on the cat fruit tree Or, I always want to uphold justice... As the saying goes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility..."

He didn't explain how he knew that there were big cats fighting in the cat fruit tree, nor did he say what the consequences of the fight were, or how he "justified".

Because there was no accident of big cats fighting at all last night.

After saying goodbye to Professor Yao, the young public finance student rushed downstairs to an empty spell training room, broke off the cap of the ampoule bottle, and even had no time to 'neutralize' the effect with other beverages, and went straight to the bottle. Potion poured into mouth.

Before the class meeting started, he quietly handed a 'little mouse' to the witch sitting in the front row of the classroom, and asked her to meet Maoguoshu at night. Although there was no clear time and place on the note, only a scribbled stick figure with unclear meaning, but the wizard was inexplicably sure, and the witch must know what he meant.

But being blocked by Lao Yao after the class meeting, the wizard's time suddenly became extremely tense, and he might even be late, and the witch thought he had broken the appointment.

This is not a good pot.

A moment later, a black cat flew out of the window of the spell training room, and ran along the narrow path in the small garden in front of the teaching building to the small forest by the lake.

Before school started, Linzhong Lake was still very quiet. Because of the return of the wizards, the murlocs in the lake began to reduce their sense of existence again.

And the night patrol team by the lake did not start work, which made the black cat run smoothly all the way.

Standing under the tree, the black cat looked up at the big and small fruits on the tree, and at the little white cat who was lying on the 'throne' and dozing boredly, the tip of its tail that was originally tense suddenly relaxed and drooped down.

Then it coughed lightly, and with dignified and serious steps, it climbed up the tree unhurriedly.

The hair balls on the cat fruit tree hang lazily and comfortably on the treetops as always, watching the moonlight licking their fur, and snoring one after another—the only difference from usual is that tonight is the time of ‘paying tribute’ again.

As an informal 'group', Zheng Qing's management of the Maoguo on the cat fruit tree is extremely loose. As long as they are obedient and do not make trouble on weekdays, the wizard will not trouble them, let alone the three festivals and two lives, ice respect Habits like carbon respect.

But last night was a little bit special.

Because the start of school is approaching, a few cats left the Maoguo tree, and a few more cats came. The new cats don’t come to the pier empty-handed, and they always bring some tributes to honor the tree boss. This kind of behavior will lead the old cats on the tree to recall the days when they were dominated by black cats, and they will make offerings together.

This also formed the habit of "paying tribute" to the cat group at the beginning of each semester.

Noticing the arrival of the black cat, the 'fruits' on the tree got up one after another, came to the throne in twos and threes with their gifts in their mouths according to their status, and prostrated themselves to make offerings.

After more than a year of training, no cat dares to stroke the black cat's beard and challenge its position in the cat fruit tree. And the new kittens couldn't even offend the forest cat on the tree, let alone challenge the black cat's status.

Similar to last time, this time the tributes of the cat group are still varied.

Among them are all kinds of strange small animals, such as six-legged fish, centipedes with wings, plucked feathers called Tianzi, and colorful mylabris.

The black cat carefully pushed aside the trembling little creatures under the cat's paws, and picked out another part of the tribute that was useful to him - such as digging out the rusty bronze utensils from the soil, which may be some alchemists. The teacher's masterpiece; such as a notebook soaked in moisture, which may record a certain senior's learning experience; and various gemstones, this kind of gift is the most cost-effective.

The black cat's paws picked among the little pile of gems.

There is a porcupine date, which is the stone of a porcupine, which has the effect of detoxifying, but it is too ugly; there is a sunflower stone, which is golden and yellow, which is quite beautiful, but too small, only the size of a few grains of rice, the size of a palm The kitten gave it a good match for its body; there was also an emerald, which was suitable in color, luster, and size, but it collided with the last gift.

After picking and choosing, the black cat finally chose a light blue opal.

It weighed it on the tip of its claws, nodded in satisfaction, and then pretended to be careless and pushed it in front of the little white cat. The little white cat tilted its head to look at the black cat, curled its lips, hugged its paws, and dragged the small pile of gems to its front.

The black cat's expression froze, turned around sadly, staggered and lay on the own throne, sighed at the moon, and was silent.