Hunting College - #2140 - Vol 5 Chapter 362: The sack that fell from the sky

The only thing we can be sure of in the world is that the future is full of uncertainty.

Zheng Qing has heard this sentence many times, but each time has a different taste.

For example, he could not imagine that one day, from Linzhong Lake to Alpha Castle, wizards in white robes and wizards in red robes would unite and burn their straw figurines together in front of a bonfire; for example, he never imagined that He received a very useful piece of information the next morning after a request at the Wandering Bar one night; for another example, he could not have expected that he would spend the thirteenth Monday of his second grade with a bruised face.

A few **** of wings from an Amazon butterfly could cause a tornado in Texas in a few weeks.

Similarly, on an ordinary night after the college entrance examination, Zheng Qing picked up a little fox with a single thought, put a sack on his head a year later, and was beaten with a sap.

Sap was on Sunday night.

After the class meeting, Xiao Xiao went to the library, Fatty Xin went to the editing room of the school newspaper, and Zhang Jixin went to his brother’s office, so Zheng Qing chose to go back to the dormitory alone.

Twenty-one days have passed since the parade on Halloween, and it has been almost a month since the article in the Clarion. Although I walked around the campus during the day, I was still unavoidable to be pointed and talked about. He said that the atmosphere around him had already eased, so that Zheng Qing had an illusion that it seemed that this matter had just passed.

Until the sack fell from the sky.

At that time, Zheng Qingzheng was walking while recalling the process of discussing the ‘raven’ with several companions.

Ever since he learned that the crows were carrying out experiments on demon flesh and blood transplants, Xiao Xiao began to try his best to persuade Zheng Qing to give up investigating crows, and at the same time repeatedly emphasized how dangerous wizards who were capable of conducting related experiments were; I am a little bit interested in this big news; as for Zhang Jixin, he is more concerned about whether he can beat those crows, and what his brother thinks about it.

There were different opinions, and the result was not discussed at the end of the class meeting, which made the young public student feel depressed. Halfway back to the dormitory, he temporarily transferred to the cat fruit tree, and wanted to play the cat for a while to relieve the irritability in his heart.

Then, when passing through a secluded forest, he draped a sack from the tree.

When the eyes suddenly turned dark, Zheng Qing’s mind was actually dazed, and he had not recovered from the matter of the ‘crows’. And the fists that rained down after him also smashed him into a dizzy turn – he had never experienced such a simple and rude thing since he was a child; even after a long experience in the magical world, in most cases, the two sides just distanced each other. Throw the curse.

In a daze, the mind follows the oldest effective solution: wrap your head in your hands, curl your body into a ball, and try to keep those fists out of the danger zone.

人们常说，爱情就像龙卷风，事实上，这顿胖揍也像龙卷风，来的快，去的更快。 From the smeared eyes on the sacks, to Zheng Qing’s dazed recovery, he took out the talisman, but in just a few seconds, those thugs disappeared without a trace after a whistle. The wizard who left the buzzing head angrily tore off the hood on his head, looking around for the thugs who had long since disappeared in the night.

“You’re tough!”

This was the last curse the attackers threw before leaving.

The dizzy wizard was in chaos for a while before slowly realizing it, probably because he gritted his teeth and didn’t say a word when he was beaten, so he won that half-compliment and half-threatening remark.

To be honest, because there have been so many anticipations and psychological constructions that when the sack was over his head and he was beaten up, the young public fee student felt a little bit relieved.

But that’s not a reason for him to ‘graciously accept’.

Before he could decide whether to complain to the school immediately or burn a piece of tortoise shell to find clues about the attackers, several figures rushed to the scene one after another.

The first to arrive was Jiang Yu, followed by Xiao Xiao, then Zhang Jixin and Fatty Xin, and finally Dylan and Lan Que appeared one after another.

When Jiang Yu appeared, Zheng Qing was stunned for a few seconds before reacting. The first time he was beaten, he subconsciously ignited the alarm talisman hanging on his waist – this talisman would notify all members of the crime hunting team to urgently gather.

“Being beaten?”

This was the first sentence the witch said after she came to the scene and looked at it briefly.

Her tone was calm, her lips were pursed, and she seemed a little angry, but the corners of her eyes were bent, with a hint of a smile, and she looked at Zheng Qing with a hint of inquiry.

Zheng Qing snorted, his face a little uneasy. The tumbling blood irritated the damaged skin, making him feel a burning sensation all over his body.

Thank goodness, at this critical juncture, Dr. Xiao Da arrived.

“Sure enough he was beaten.”

Compared with the witch, the doctor’s words are obviously more offensive: “I figured out that you should have this disaster a long time ago, but it never happened… It almost made me doubt my divination ability.”

Zheng Qing gritted his teeth, hissed cold air, and squeezed a few words from his teeth: “Check who did it!”

“Don’t hold out too much hope… Those who dare to attack the academy must have been fully prepared. Maybe there are high-level wizards to help them cover.”

The guilty fortuneteller shook his head, skillfully took out the yarrow, tortoise shell and crystal ball, grabbed the breath that might remain on the scene with his hands and feet, and began to track down the attackers.

Jiang Yu did not stimulate Zheng Qing any more, but took out a piece of jade pendant and a bottle of milky white ointment to help the boy treat the injury: “The jade pendant removes evil and defeats fire, and prevents those people from resorting to indiscriminate methods… Baixian ointment can Activating blood circulation and removing blood stasis, it has a miraculous effect in the treatment of bruises and injuries. After external application, use a small amount of Shuangyang water to dissolve or take it orally, the effect is the best…don’t move!”

During the conversation, UU read www.uukanshu.com She had already started to rub the ointment on Zheng Qing’s face, the boy was a little uncomfortable, and just moved his head, he received a severe warning, which scared him and immediately stayed in the original place. ground, not daring to move.

At this moment, he heard Fatty Xin’s familiar voice.

“Finally beaten!”

The fat wizard’s voice was not only not surprised, but rather elated: “I’ve said before that it is inevitable that you will encounter ghosts if you walk at night, and you can’t be lucky if you do bad things…Yo, this is using a sack…to cover your head. Is it?”

Although Zheng Qing couldn’t see Fatty’s expressions and movements because he couldn’t move around, but just by imagining it in his mind, he could guess how he was gloating now.

But Fatty Xin’s next sentence made Zheng Qing immediately forget his little offense: “The doctor is trying to predict the whereabouts of those guys? Why not let Edamame help? To be fair, the tools they left behind are still there, let A professional dog like Edamame is much more reliable than touching a crystal ball there!”

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