Hunting College

"Are there any barbecue stalls in the forest market?"

Just after dropping the chicken bones, Fatty Xin, who looked out the window in boredom, suddenly sniffed and asked his companion with interest: "I don’t know if it’s a barbecue with game in the woods? Why didn’t you see...have you eaten? Do you want to take a look together?"

Zheng Qing looked at the small pile of clean chicken bones in front of the fat man expressionlessly, and resisted the desire to complain.

But he still followed Fatty Xin's sight and looked out the window.

I saw the sky above the calm and peaceful forest products market, and I don't know when a puff of smoke rose. The smoke was green and gray, and it turned into a column, like a tall bamboo, inserted straight into the gray sky above the market.

Zheng Qing frowned.

Although the fat man said it was smoke from a barbecue stall, he always felt something was wrong.

"No, that's not the smoke from the barbecue stall." Compared with Zheng Qing, Xiao Xiao's answer was a lot more sure. He also looked out the window, and his tone was very calm: "That's the smoke column accompanying the fire."

As if to explain the doctor's answer, several violent explosions suddenly came from the originally calm forest market, which hummed the glass windows of the hotel.

Looking at the sky above the market again, looking from a distance, the light of the ignition has begun to cover the color of the sun and infect the color of the sky.

Vaguely, there seemed to be several beast roars.

Zheng Qing took a breath, put his hands on the table, and stood up quickly.

If on weekdays, his behavior will definitely cause everyone's attention. But now, compared with other customers in the store, the movements of the young public-sponsored students are very peaceful and quiet.

After the explosion sounded, the girls sitting by the window covered their heads and screamed - the witch with a thin voice and a pointed chin was a little calmer, shaking her hands and threw out a talisman. Including several of them.

The couple obliquely behind was a little confused. The young wizard was still holding the witch. He seemed to have just finished talking about love. He looked out the window blankly, a little annoyed in his expression. This made Zheng Qing feel extremely admired.

But the fat man at the table diagonally in front of Zheng Qing and others-that is, the customer who is enjoying the service of the tooth picking elf-is not so lucky. He is the only customer in the store who is affected to see blood.

To be precise, he was splattered with the blood of the Teething Elf.

When the explosion sounded suddenly, the fat customer shook his jaw and shut his mouth vigorously. Then he saw his throat squirm, as if swallowing a mouthful of saliva. When he opened his mouth again in panic, the little elves who had just worked hard had disappeared without a trace, except for the pale green blood stain left on his teeth.

Zheng Qing felt his stomach tumbling in his stomach.

"They are not the same as the little elves you raised. For example, they are like the difference between humans and monkeys." Xiao Xiao keenly noticed the change in Zheng Qing's face, and softly comforted: "For another idea, those little things are from What grows out of the soil is similar to green dates and mountain apricots... In fact, according to the introduction in the Wizard Encyclopedia, their flesh and blood also have a similar fragrance, just to prevent similar accidental ingestion."

The doctor's explanation made Zheng Qing feel a little better.

But only a little bit.

When he saw the elves trembling into his big mouth under the command of the fat guest, he still couldn't restrain the nausea, forcibly turned his face, and tried to forget the scene.

It's not that his love has spread to the realm of crossing races. To make an analogy, similar to seeing people abuse cats and dogs before, it will always cause people to have a certain degree of synesthesia. Similar to the slaughter industry, slaughter and killing is work, but torture is abnormal. He felt that he would never be able to understand why anyone could enjoy dishes such as Sanzhier.

Less talk about leisure.

Unlike Zheng Qing's situation where Sangejian or similar responsible agencies were late after encountering the situation several times in the past, their response today is very quick - or rather, it is not them but him.

"Betta Town Security Bureau!"

"Betta Town Public Security Bureau! Everyone puts their hands on the table, don't pull out the book!"

"I'm the security patrol captain in the North District of Beta Town, Robert Lee... Don't get excited! Sit in your place first, keep quiet, and wait for follow-up instructions!"

After several explosions came, the guest who had just entered the door and ordered a frog in the cauldron, which the proprietress called "Lao Li", shouted, stopping the sudden noise in the hotel.

At the same time, he took out a law enforcement certificate from his robe, held it up high, and showed it around.

The silver-white badge of the Betta Town Public Security Bureau gleamed in the sun.

The light green meditation halo also flashed along with the display of the badge, and the guests who were panicking in the hotel gradually calmed down. Only the aftershocks of the explosion stayed in the window ridges, leaving a faint hum.

After the guests calmed down, they looked restlessly at the red area above the forest goods market outside the window, which seemed to indicate a bad omen, and fell silent unanimously.

As we all know, a few hordes of alien envoys have just entered the forestry market.

And now, there is a huge explosion in the forestry market.

Anyone will have unusual thoughts in their hearts. After the noise, there was a whisper in the store. Every customer whispered about what happened in the forest market.

"Captain Li, do you also put away my books?" The hotel proprietress clapped the slightly oily book on her hands, and asked with a smile.

The patrol captain of the Public Security Bureau turned around and smiled bitterly: "Don't make trouble!"

The lady boss rolled her eyes.

"So, your meal will be postponed again, right." She slid her Dharma book back into the drawer under the bar, poking her lips: "But you don't have to worry, the frog that has been peeled off the pot can't jump. Go."

"Oh," Robert Lee put away the law enforcement certificate in annoyance, and complained: "Damn the hell, not coming early, not late...seal my frog in the cauldron, and wait until I'm done. ."

"No problem~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The abacus beads at the bottom of the boss's hand crackled: "Three silver horns, accounting or cash? "

"Old rules, remember first." Robert Lee waved his hand, then glanced worriedly at the direction of the forest products market, hesitated, and finally made up his mind to look at the guests in the hotel: "Are there any registered hunters here? There is no limit to the level, just the hunter on record."

There was silence in the shop.

Wherever he looked, whether it was the witch by the window, the couple, or the fat wizard who used the fang elves, they all shook their heads.

This is not surprising. After all, registered hunters can be regarded as an elite level existence in the wizarding world. Most registered hunters work hard in the new world or train in the hunting grounds. Very few people will be idle, on the North Road. Eat in the small restaurant on the side.

Before the disappointment on the patrol captain's face completely faded, a raised arm appeared in his eyes.

"Can a registered hunter be okay?" Fatty Xin shook his hand in mid-air, and his face was full of excitement about catching big news: "Our hunting team won the first place in the school's last freshman competition. !"