Hunting High School

Monday, November 30th.

The night before Xiayuan Festival, at 8:50.

Beta Town West District.

The negative impact of the red paper crane received two hours ago has not completely dissipated, and the young public-funded students of Jiuyou College still feel that their ears are a little hot.

At the same time, the uneasiness brought about by another blue paper crane began to spread, and became more intense as he got closer to the Qingqiu mansion—the phrase Su Shijun used in his letter to discuss something 'The four words are like some kind of ancient spell, evoking strong anxiety in the boy's heart, as if there is a sea Della with nine heads occupying the end of this street, and each of its heads represents an unknown horror as a result of.

What kind of thing requires a great wizard to use the word "negotiation" in a letter to own?

Forbidden spell? gentlemen? Or the little green snake lodged in the ear hole?

The young wizard didn't know, but subconsciously touched Own's earlobe, which was soft and cold, completely opposite to the hotness he felt, just like the moonlight tonight.

Thinking of the moonlight, he couldn't help but look up and look at the sky.

Today is the fourteenth day of October in the lunar calendar, the moon is like a disk, and the moonlight is exceptionally bright. I don't know if it's a coincidence or luck to visit a senator of the next month's parliament on such a day.

Or, tonight's meeting is related to that huge sub-monthly council?

With these wild thoughts, Zheng Qing, who was wearing several invisibility amulets on his body, avoided pedestrians on the street, and quietly came to No. 54 courtyard in the West District of Beta Town.

The creek outside the mansion is shallow and clear, and the sound of gurgling water is occasionally mixed with the noise of a few heavy objects falling. The young public servant suspects that the frizzy grass sperm accidentally made the noise when crossing the river.

It's just that he didn't bother with such trivial matters.

The cyan paper crane just got out of his sleeve and is flapping its wings, leading the way in front of it, passing through magic restrictions one after another with familiarity. Zheng Qing followed behind it and came to the small garden of the mansion without any hindrance.

From a distance, he saw Su Ya little fox was squatting in front of a flaming crabapple with his back facing him. He didn't know what he was doing, and he didn't even care about his tail hanging on the ground.

He glanced at the paper cranes dancing in front of him, his heart moved, he deviated slightly from the route, and walked in the direction of Su Ya, intending to inquire about news from her.

The paper crane leading the way found that the wizard was going astray, fluttered its wings, hung in mid-air for a moment, looked around for a moment in confusion, and finally landed on his shoulder in a panic, trying to remind him by scratching his ear. mistake.

Zheng Qing was unmoved - of course, part of the reason was that Zhihe's nagging ear was still hot at the moment, and he didn't feel anything, so naturally he couldn't detect Zhihe's small movements.

When he came behind Su Ya, the wizard carefully avoided the big furry tail behind the little fox girl, poked his head over her shoulder, and looked forward.

I saw the little fox girl humming a song, holding a small flower hoe, patiently loosening the soil for a pansy plant under the crabapple tree, carefully breaking up every piece of soil that was bigger than a fingernail. Next to it, there are copper watering pots, paper-wrapped fertilizers, and a lot of small things.

"What are you doing?" the wizard asked very kindly.

In an instant, Su Ya's furry ears suddenly stood up, and the slender hairs exploded from the root of the ears to the tips of the ears. Under the bright moonlight, Zheng Qing could vaguely see the hair under the hairs. A matte contour with bulging capillaries.

"Ah!" The little fox girl screamed and sat down on the ground. Fortunately, she was not hurt because of her big fluffy tail.

Zheng Qing was also taken aback by her, took a step towards retreat, slipped, and sat on his buttocks.

The little fox girl who was about to cry burst into tears when she saw this scene. The young public finance student raised his muddy sleeves with a look of displeasure.

"What happened?"

The head maid of the mansion appeared in front of the two of them in the blink of an eye, and at a glance they saw

On the wizard's body, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he reprimanded Su Ya with a stern face: "How many times have I said it, don't be rash and rude in front of the guests, it's inappropriate!"

Su Ya gave Zheng Qing a fierce look.

The young public fee student coughed dryly: "Well, I'm sorry, it's my fault..."

"Put up your tail!" The head maid didn't respond to the wizard immediately, but looked at the little fox girl sternly: "Clean up immediately!...all of this!"

She pointed to Su Ya's dirty robe and the little bits and pieces on the ground.

The little fox girl drooped her ears and didn't make any excuses, but they all kept repeating 'Okay, ma'am! ’ ‘Yes, madam! ’ At the same time, he quickly put the drooping tail under the hem of the skirt.

Then, the head maid turned her head to look at the young public servant, and saluted slightly: "I met Zheng Qing Young Master. Miss is waiting for you in the study... just a moment."

She opened the Dharma book in her hand and cast a curse light:

"Stain my selfishly, wash my clothes thinly!"

A few elves came out of the curse light quietly, and they cleaned the wizard's robe in an instant, which made Zheng Qing amazed. He will also use this spell, but the elf he summons is always overactive, and every time he tosses a lot of colorful soap foam, which is far less agile than Su Man, the head maid.

This reminded him of the words that Lao Yao had repeated many times in class—every spell was stained with the brand of the caster. The effect of the spell may be the same, but there are countless subtle differences in the process of forming the spell. It depends on the determination, will, and personality of the caster.

The scene in front of him immediately gave him a deeper understanding of what he said.

The study room of the Qingqiu Mansion is located in the back. When Zheng Qing followed Su Man to the study room, Poseidon was holding a thick book bigger than her body, squeaking and reciting something, while Su Shijun was curled up in the large seat. In the chair, he held a slender bamboo stick in his hand. The young public finance student noticed the big gilt characters "Knowing the Devil" on the cover of the thick book.

Seeing Zheng Qing's figure, the little fox's eyes immediately filled with tears. He wanted to put down the thick book in his hand, but he glanced at the bamboo stick in the mansion owner's hand, lowered his ears timidly, and just sniffed hard, looking very wronged.

The wizard couldn't help opening his mouth.

"Don't be fooled by her!"

Su Shijun seemed to know what Zheng Qing wanted to say, and before he could say anything, he interrupted angrily: "This little girl used the pocket money I gave him to find someone to do the homework for him, and before signing the contract, he couldn't recognize the paper that the other party gave out." It's a Devil's contract, if the talisman I gave her is not particularly sensitive to Mephitos' breath, you should go to The Underworld to find your daughter now!"

Zheng Qing believes that the 'underworld' here is absolutely literal.

On the contrary, Poseidon impressed him quite a bit, for he had the guts to lie in the eyes of a great wizard!