Monster Hunting High School

A water mirror hovered steadily in mid-air.

Zheng Qing stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes wandering. Even he didn't know whether he was looking at the small white dot on his forehead that was stung by a flying centipede, or at the place where Su Shijun had just pressed with his fingertips.

Su Ya squatted in the corner, pouting her tail, wiping the skirting boards vigorously, as if this could slightly conceal her guilty conscience; the other two little fox girls hid their hands, huddled aside uneasily, trying hard to lower their With a sense of presence, he glanced at Su Ya worriedly from time to time, wondering why she was still working at this time.

Poseidon folded his tail and squatted at Su Shijun's feet obediently. He was no longer frivolous and sloppy as he was a moment ago, looking like a dignified and quiet lady.

Su Shijun stood in front of the window, taking advantage of the fresh sunlight outside, and carefully looked at the flying centipede picked on her fingertips. After a while, she seemed to remember something: "Oh, by the way, you just said 'you didn't'..." Nothing for you?"

Zheng Qing was startled by this sudden question.

I didn't look at your breasts!

This was the first thought that flashed through his mind, but immediately, he realized that such an answer would be a fool's errand.

"Ah, haha," the boy cleared his throat and laughed dryly: "I mean, I'm not hurt... Ha, the carpet in this room is very thick, there's no hurt at all!"

He pounded his chest with a fist, bent his arms as if to show off his biceps, and stamped his feet at the same time. Dongdong. The dull sound of wooden floors.

The fake smile on the boy's face suddenly stopped, and he lowered his head slightly and took a look.

There is no carpet on the floor.

"Have you ever been so thick-skinned before?"

The owner of Qingqiu Mansion didn't seem to notice the small flaw in the wizard's answer. He still carefully observed the flying centipede, his eyes flickered slightly, and countless fine incantations faintly flowed through it. He analyzed in a very soft voice: "... I fell straight from a height of two meters without any symptoms such as bruises, dizziness, headaches, nausea, etc... I was attacked at close range by a flying centipede, and my oily skin was not even broken..."

Zheng Qing touched his neck and subconsciously glanced at the water mirror in front of him.

This time, he carefully examined the little white dot bitten by the insect, thoughtfully.

He knew about flying centipedes. When he was a freshman, he was deceived by a wandering wizard into buying one - although he gave the centipede to Zhang Jixin in the end - but he still remembered the basic information about this ancient spiritual insect. .

The centipede has wings, it is a flying centipede, its color is like fat, its claws are like blades, it is invulnerable to water and fire, it is as fast as lightning, it likes to eat brains, and it often lives in dark places with abundant magic power.

Thinking that he had just been bitten by such a bug on the forehead, the young public-sponsored student realized it later and felt a sense of fear.

"I always thought flying centipedes only sucked the brains of demons." He forced a smile.

Su Shijun finally took his eyes off the little bug, threw it on Zheng Qing, and replied casually: "Only flying centipedes that have been refined by magic can specifically fight against monsters, and like this... pure one Wild flying centipedes are interested in the brains of any living thing."

The fat-colored insect, which was about an inch long, landed on Zheng Qing's neck. It only stayed for half a second, and then recovered from the state of pretending to be dead. Dozens of steps were like the oars of a dragon boat after hearing the starting gun, and they were swinging in unison. , with a slight twist of his slender body, he slipped into Zheng Qing's body along the gap between the collars.

A fine and slightly tingling feeling came from the neck and continued to extend downward.

Zheng Qing felt that at this moment, he had the biggest goosebumps in his life.

"Fuck!"

He screamed, like Su Ya being grabbed by the tail, or Li Meng being pulled by the pigtails, like Mike Fleury hearing the music of "Riverdance" and stamping his feet on the floor crazily, While stamping, he pulled at his robe in panic, trying to shake out the bug that had gotten into his clothes.

The two little fox girls who were huddled aside opened their mouths and stared blankly at this scene, not sure whether they should step forward to help. Although Su Ya still maintained the posture of wiping the floor with her buttocks sticking out, at this moment, she also He couldn't help but turn around and look at Zheng Qing, full of curiosity as to how he was being punished by the lady.

As for Poseidon, as soon as the flying centipede landed on Zheng Qing, he was pulled into the arms of the hostess of Qingqiu Mansion, and his ears and eyes were blocked. Although she struggled hard, she couldn't stand in front of a great wizard. , this effort seems insignificant.

Zheng Qing's hands flapped rapidly on his body, but he was always a step slower. The flying centipede followed his shoulders and armpits, detoured around his back, and then jumped back to his chest, like a particle doing Brownian motion. Can't capture its trajectory.

This short and intense movement lasted for nearly a minute. After successively tearing off his robe and underwear, the shirtless Zheng Qing finally intercepted the flying centipede just before it was about to get into his crotch, and pinched it. in hand.

Then he felt cold sweat all over his body.

Then he looked at the witch angrily.

"You..." Zheng Qing rarely had the urge to lose his temper in front of Su Shijun who had taken off his glasses, but as soon as the first word came out of his mouth, he was interrupted by the witch.

"Your arrector pili muscles were in normal condition when contracting. No small granules or tentacles grew." The witch put on her glasses calmly, and the nouns in her mouth made the boy think subconsciously for half a second.

Then he realized that she was talking about goosebumps.

In other words, she just wanted to observe her body's natural reaction under stress? Why does she feel like her goosebumps will turn into little granules?

"I..." He opened his mouth, not thinking about what to say next, but as expected, his words were interrupted again by the witch.

"I suggest you put on your clothes first. After all, you are not alone in the room." The witch stretched out her index finger, seemingly slowly but urgently. Her fingertips lightly landed on the boy's naked body, and she scratched twice on his body, and then The little one nodded with a serious look on his face: "Well... it's pretty much what I expected... his body is quite strong."

A weak cold wind blew in along the crack of the door. Zheng Qing felt that the goose bumps that had just subsided had the urge to grow again. He quickly shrank his neck, picked up the robe on the ground, and put it on randomly.

Then he looked at the witch blankly, with a face like Mr.'s boiling teapot.

The flying centipede he was holding felt like it was going to break off and die in the next second, so it couldn't help but start struggling, and the fine foot spines awakened the young wizard in a sluggish state.

"It..." Zheng Qing swallowed and spoke again, his voice unusually loud.

"What is certain is that it is just an ordinary flying centipede, and it is also a flying centipede that has just escaped from the larvae state." Su Shijun adjusted his glasses, hugged Poseidon and walked out: "It is probably because of the abundance in the mansion. Attracted by the magic power, I hid in such a deserted place, Maodong...but I was disturbed by you. But isn't that the purpose of the cleaning?"

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