Hunting College

Later that day, Zheng Qing didn't go to D&K to meet his companions as scheduled. Instead, he flew a paper crane and told everyone that he had something to do, and he wanted to analyze some talisman for Qingqiu Mansion.

As for where to live, Qingqiu Mansion has already arranged it for you, and you can go back when you are done.

Regarding specific information such as where to live, what talisman to analyze, and when to finish the work, Zheng Qing said in the paper crane is not clear-on the contrary, in the letter, he kept saying that he did not live in the mansion. .

He could completely predict that if he honestly told other people that he would live in the Qingqiu Mansion in the next two weeks, he might have trouble for the whole semester.

Early the next morning, Zheng Qing rushed to Feiyuan in the dark before the sky was up.

Feiyuan is where students do morning classes.

Zheng Qing's idea is very simple.

In Feiyuan in the morning, except for those who can do morning classes, no one else will show up. In Zheng Qing's impression, among the members of the Yougui Hunting Team who regularly go to Feiyuan every day, except for him, there is only Xiao Xiao.

Most of the time, Xiao Xiao was calm.

This ensured that he would not yell after seeing Zheng Qing, and would yell all over the world about Zheng Qing's relationship with Qingqiu Mansion. Then Zheng Qing can find out from Xiao Xiao what they talked about in the meeting yesterday, how much he knows about Zheng Qing and Su Shijun, whether there is any clear evidence, etc.

The plan is perfect, but the reality is cruel-life likes to catch you by surprise when you are sure.

When Zheng Qing rushed to Feiyuan and came under the big tree where he usually did morning classes, he did not see Xiao Xiao or the old tortoise raised by Xiao Xiao.

Standing under the tree were Fatty Xin, Dylan, and Zhang Jixin.

No one has the habit of doing morning lessons.

Zheng Qing took a look, turned his head and walked outside Feiyuan.

Just kidding, there are places for morning classes everywhere, but there is only one life. Those guys are unkind at the first glance. Wouldn't they be beaten if they didn't slip away early?

It is a pity that his choice came a little later.

Not two steps after turning his head, a figure flashed in front of him with a sway in front of him.

It's Dylan.

As a creature under the moon with the blood of a vampire, Dylan retains the keen sense of the blood family and the agility of action. Zheng Qing had no doubt that as soon as he stepped on Feiyuan with his front feet, Mr. Vampire Werewolf had already found his trace.

"Wow, long time no see!" The wizard made a look of surprise and waved to Dylan: "You slept late enough today!"

On weekdays, Dylan's work and rest schedules are exactly the opposite. This time during the day was when he returned to the dormitory to prepare to drill the coffin.

"Go back to sleep as soon as you see you." Mr. Vampire Werewolf replied with drooping eyelids, in a bad tone.

Zheng Qing wrinkled his nose and looked back cautiously.

Fatty Xin and Elder Zhang, one on the left and one on the right, were walking towards him according to the standard hunting route. They were not in a hurry, breaking their fingers, with unkind smiles on their faces.

"Oh, good morning!" The young public-sponsored student smiled happily, waved his hands left and right, and greeted his companions: "Everyone is here... When did you start morning classes?"

While talking, the fat man and the elder had already come to him diagonally behind, but they did not answer his question.

Zheng Qing felt flustered.

"Have you seen Poseidon?" He changed the subject forcibly: "That guy doesn't know where he went... I told him not to run around during morning exercises, don't run around, just don't listen... No, I have to look for it, it would be bad if I get chased by an unbred dog."

With that said, Zheng Qing planned to pass through the gap between the three and slip out.

But a sturdy arm stretched out from behind, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him in place.

"Why did you go last night?" Zhang Jixin asked gruffly behind him.

Zheng Qing sighed in his heart.

"I went to Qingqiu Mansion to help." He turned his head and answered honestly-everyone knows this matter. If it is covered up, it will appear inappropriate.

"What do you do? Is there anything we can do to help?" Dylan's eyes lit up, and his drooping eyelids were suddenly raised, and his tone became more eager.

Zheng Qing tugged at the corner of his mouth, and answered carefully in eight words: "Analysis of Fulu... Silent Contract."

This is his excuse for pondering all night.

If you don't come up with some specific work, you will definitely not be able to stop these guys. If you lie too much, it is inevitable that there will be inconsistencies.

Therefore, Zheng Qing's best policy is to only say a little bit of ‘facts’, and then use the ‘silent contract’ as a universal plaster to fill in the remaining loopholes, eliminating the trouble of subsequent explanations.

Anyway, these guys from the Yougui Hunting Team had dealt with Qingqiu Mansion before and signed a silent contract that was not too harsh, but with detailed terms, and that Zheng Qing's rhetoric was definitely acceptable.

Sure enough, when he heard Zheng Qing's answer, Dylan's expression was suddenly disappointed, but he didn't ask anything.

The young Gongsheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief-before his breath was relieved, Fatty Xin immediately asked the third question: "Where did you live last night?"

This is another important proposition.

"The place arranged by the Qingqiu Mansion... Silent Contract." Zheng Qinggan laughed twice and replied dryly.

This is not bad.

The place where Zheng Qing lives is indeed arranged by Qingqiu Mansion, but the charm of language is also here. He did not explicitly admit that he lives in Qingqiu Mansion~www.wuxiaspot.com~ so this means that he may just live outside Qingqiu Mansion, rented or provided by the mansion.

This situation is very common.

The wizarding organization outside the school invites students from the First University to help out and do some delicate magic work. And this kind of job not only puts a generous red envelope, but also often includes food and accommodation—the package here means that the wizarding organizations rent hotels or guest houses off campus to arrange for students to live temporarily.

Zheng Qing hopes that everyone will think in this direction.

"The Contract of Silence! The Contract of Silence! When I become the justice of Dan Hagg, the first order is to abolish the right of private individuals to sign the contract of silence!" Fatty Xin said cursingly, ignoring the strange eyes around him.

"Hehe, I haven't heard that you still have the ideal of being a judge." Zheng Qinggan laughed, and then immediately regained the initiative of the topic: "What about the doctor? Why didn't you see him for morning class today?"

"He said something is going to be prepared... Let's wait for him here." Without getting the answer he wanted from Zheng Qing, the fat man looked sullen and his tone of voice was much more decadent.