Hunting College

The cat bark suddenly sounded, and the demon with the appearance of a stray dog ​​on the opposite side suddenly stopped and turned to look in the direction of the meow.

good chance!

Zheng Qing shook his spirits and shook his fingers, and then shook out a silver Colt python from the gray cloth bag. Before the dog demon recovered, he already held a gun in both hands and shot a string of bullets.

There are binding spells, deterrent spells, chaos and soft leg spells.

The colorful bullets exploded in the air, and soon the dog demon was suppressed locally. The dark green cane tied the dog-monster's five-flowers, with all four limbs tied, and even its long mouth was trapped and strong; while the soft-leg charm made it weak and would only collapse on the ground and whimper.

Only then did Zheng Qing find a chance to look in the direction of the meow.

Through the thin blue smoke, an abandoned stone table at the edge of the clearing, the yellow lily in Sanyou Bookstore just happened to lie there in his spare time, slowly nibbling on a braised chicken leg in front of him.

"Meow~!" Feeling Zheng Qing's sight, the yellow flower raccoon gave a brisk cry again.

Zheng Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, and for the first time in the world, there was no defamation of the yellow flower **** for suspected cute behavior. Because with its second meow, the atmosphere around it that was almost frozen suddenly relaxed.

The freezing cold wind blew, the dead leaves floated, and the tinkling glass windows rang again.

In the open windows in the distance, the familiar background music of the "Spring Festival Overture" was still heard; the whistling and whistling of vehicles on the road outside the community also came into Zheng Qing's ears again.

A chill whirled around from the corner and hit the young man.

Zheng Qing felt the chill in the wind, and couldn't help but shiver, and then a satisfied smile appeared on his face. A few minutes ago, he had never thought that he would miss the cold wind in the nine cold days.

His eyes fell on the sturdy monster that was **** again.

"call!"

Zheng Qing let out a long sigh, and the originally tense spirit instantly relaxed-this eldest brother is here, and if he is there, it doesn't matter if there are a few more demons-thinking of Huang Ge once in D&K Zheng Qing immediately felt relieved with the show of power in winter hunting.

"When we finish burning the paper money, we can fire the cannon!" In the smoke behind him, Professor Zheng said a loud voice: "Don't break the rules."

When Zheng Qing heard this, he was taken aback.

It took him a moment to react, and it turned out that Grandpa took the sound of his shooting as the sound of firecrackers. Fortunately, the surrounding smoke was heavy, and the sound of the rune gun was much duller than the gunpowder gun, which caused such a misunderstanding.

But this is also good, saving Zheng Qing's effort to explain to his family.

"Okay!" He promised loudly, and at the same time complained cooperatively: "The sound of this firecracker is not crisp, and it feels a bit dumb. I don't know if it is also damp."

The old man's angry voice came from the green smoke: "Let your dad go and let it go! Let him solve his troubles!"

Zheng Qing touched his nose, and silently reflected on his cheating behavior for a second. Not long after, Father Zheng walked out of the smoke with a dark face-it was really dark-perhaps because the paper money was so damp that when it burned, the smoke was filled and the paper ash flew around, causing a lot of stains on his face. Black gray.

"I'm going to set off the cannon... You hurry up and knock a few heads." Father Zheng took the firecrackers in Zheng Qing's hand and whispered.

Zheng Qing hesitated and looked back carefully.

The sturdy stray dog ​​demon he had **** in the clearing just now disappeared without a trace. He immediately looked in the direction where the stone table was, and saw that the yellow lily was still lying there, squirming his cheeks unhurriedly.

Seeing the boy turning his head, the yellow lily raised his jaw slightly, and the tip of his tail hooked, as if to signal Zheng Qing, but it didn't hurt to go.

Zheng Qing relieved his mind and agreed to his father's words. He obediently walked to the copper basin and kowtowed after the old man.

Crackling firecrackers sounded continuously behind Zheng Qing.

Because today is just the welcoming hall, the etiquette is relatively simple, and firecrackers are not needed. Father Zheng only set off a thousand-ring firecracker in the open space nearby.

After burning the paper money, kowtow, and firecrackers, the ritual of Yingjiatang is basically over.

Professor Zheng Lao wears wide asbestos heat-insulating gloves, holding the copper basin, and greets the two people behind him to go home. Because the cold wind blew again, the blue smoke that had originally piled up in the open space had already been swept away, and all the surrounding scenes appeared clearly in front of everyone again.

Zheng Qing stood up, patted the dust on his knees, and stood there hesitated for a moment.

"I just seemed to see the cat raised by Mr. Wu running out...wait for me to look for it, don't let it run away." He searched his stomach and quickly found an appropriate excuse that could be left.

Professor Zheng turned his head and glanced at Father Zheng.

"I seem to have seen it too." Zheng Qing's father immediately explained, and at the same time pointed to the stone table at the edge of the clearing: "Just before the shot was fired, it seemed to be still on that table~www.wuxiaspot.com~ maybe it was shot. The sound ran away." Zheng Qing said quickly.

Professor Zheng Lao finally stopped struggling.

"Then come back soon," he exhorted, paused, and added: "If you can't find it, come back early and tell us that we will find it together faster."

Zheng Qing answered repeatedly.

...

Watching the figure of grandfather and father disappear behind the building, Zheng Qing's face finally turned gloomy.

The yellow flower raccoon reappeared next to him, silently squatting on his feet, licking his paws, shaking his ears, and looked like a normal cat.

"What's the matter? Where did the demon come from?" Zheng Qing's voice was full of worry: "Also, where did the demon just go?"

"I ate the cat." The yellow lily replied indifferently: "As for its origin...Since there are too many forces coveting you, so there are too many possibilities, I can't judge...I just took it seriously. After a while, I haven't tasted its origin."

Zheng Qing's mouth twitched.

Listening to Brother Huang, can it still taste the origin of demons?

But immediately, he gave up on this little detail, and instead focused his attention on certain words contained in the sentence that Huang Huali just said.

"Covet my power?" He repeated what the yellow lily had said, lowered his head and looked at the cat crouching at his feet, waving his tail, his tone revealed a strong surprise: "Covet me? Why? I'm not Tang Seng!"

"Tang Monk is not as valuable as you." The yellow raccoon muttered, pulling the ears of the plane, and said perfunctorily: "Knowing or not knowing this kind of thing makes no difference...I don't know if it's safer for you. If you really want to know, Go back and ask the old man in the bookstore."

Several black lines fell on Zheng Qing's face.

This answer, a lot of nonsense, said it is the same as not said