Hunting College

() Even a primary school student knows that he can't just eat the food given by strangers.

Not to mention a group of college students, and they also knew that the other party was a dangerous dark wizard. Zheng Qing couldn't understand why the weird existence named Ngualla still tried to sell them his mushroom soup.

Just as he couldn't understand, why this Ngualla kept only one head outside the door from beginning to end, and refused to go out.

But as a student of the first university, as a wizard, he could not hysterically refuse the invitation of the old house owner, so the wizard politely refused: "Thank you, we are not hungry... nor thirsty."

"Atar really likes my mushroom soup." The vague face continued to murmur with its weird voice, but it did not force the young wizards to drink its mushroom soup and take care of the mouthful. The small flame under the cauldron stared at the gurgling soup in the pot, and slices of white and plump mushrooms floated up and down in the soup.

While talking, the other hunters of the Yougui Hunting Team have also got rid of the illusion.

Xiao Xiao ignited a small pile of the leaves of the wild wood. The smoke that this magical plant emits when it burns also has an illusion-breaking effect. Compared with wearing it on the body, the effect is stronger, but the durability is less. But at the moment, compared with persistence, young hunters who have sinned need its strong effect more.

Fatty Xin has opened a row of glass bottles and is making potions. Just like Xiao Xiao, a part-time fortune-teller who is also an assistant hunter, Fatty is also a pharmacist of sin. His light blue skin and the magic potions of different colors in the glass bottle are set against each other, matching with the door door not far away. Murmured in a low voice, making the surrounding atmosphere even more weird.

On the other hand, Zhang Jixin held his arms and stood beside Zheng Qing, watching vigilantly the two female demons, one big and one small, as well as the old house owner with a vague attitude. From time to time, he tightened his fists tightly and shook his knuckles. .

Unlike the wizards who perform their duties, Jiang Yuzheng comforted Zhu Si in a low voice.

Perhaps because of living in the mirror world for a long time, illusion has a stronger influence on the little witch than others. Zheng Qing doesn’t know what she saw or encountered in the illusion, but she only looked at her shivering appearance after she was sober. Just know that it is definitely not a good thing.

Jiang Yu has exhausted all kinds of spells and potions to break the illusion. It is certain that Zhu Si's illusion has been expelled. Her current state is more a manifestation of mental trauma.

For first-grade wizards, soothing the wounded spirit is a super project.

In addition to stimulating the talisman on his body, Jiang Yu couldn't think of more ways for a while.

Instead, Nikita watched for a while and gave a valuable suggestion: "Encountering a bad illusion in the illusion is equivalent to having a nightmare... You can try to deal with the situation in front of you in the same way as the nightmare."

"Nightmare?" Zheng Qing is very sensitive to this word.

"Nightmare!" Jiang Yu showed a bit of a daze at the same time, hesitating for a few seconds, took out a small rag doll with the big palm from his pocket, and stuffed it into Zhu Si's palm.

It was a beautiful doll with golden curly hair and big round eyes. She was wearing a fluffy black lace princess dress. The skirt was embroidered with rice-sized golden runes. Even at night, those runes It also circulates non-stop, emitting a comfortable light golden halo.

"What is this?" Zhu Si asked curiously, clutching the little baby.

Her body was not shaking so much, and she tried to calm her tone when she spoke, and tried to behave more normally. But anyone who saw her pale face and noticed the fright that flashed through her eyes would know that the little girl was just trying to be strong.

This makes people worry about her even more.

Jiang Yu calmly helped her straighten her hair, and replied softly: "This is a nightmare doll, which I sew myself. Before going to bed, just hold it in the palm of your hand, and it can help you eat the nightmare and let you Sleeping steadily until dawn... When you are not sleeping, holding it in your arms can also make you happy."

Although Zhu Si stayed in the mirror world for a long time, in the final analysis, his mental age is only eight or nine years old, and he still likes the age of dolls. Therefore, facing Jiang Yu's gift, she did not have the slightest resistance.

"It's so beautiful," the little witch held the rag doll, loving it, turning over and over, and soon noticed a little detail: "...but why does it have a letter Z on its chest? Is this some rune?"

"That is the abbreviation of'resistance', which means to prevent nightmares." Jiang Yu replied calmly.

The little witch turned the doll over, revealing its back, and continued to ask curiously: "...Why is there a ‘Q’ on its back?"

Jiang Yu rarely showed a trace of panic on his face and coughed softly before slowly explaining: "Q is the abbreviation of ‘queen’. The earliest nightmare doll in the legend was made by the nightmare queen..."

"It's amazing," Zhu Si admired, and bowed respectfully to Jiang Yu: "Thank you sister..."

Xiao Xiao raised his **** to Zheng Qing expressionlessly, and Fatty Xin frowned and smiled.

Only Zhang Jixin, who has always been dull in this respect, exclaimed cheerfully as if he had discovered a new world: "Hey, these two letters match up with Brother Qing...ZQ, Zheng Qing!"

Zheng Qing felt that his face could impersonate Zhang Jixin's brother.

During the time he had just enrolled in school, he was once troubled by nightmares. Jiang Yu, who accompanied him to Dr. Duzem's laboratory, naturally knew about it.

It’s just that I followed Professor Li to learn about post-transformation surgery, and it has been a long time since Zheng Qing has no nightmares~www.ltnovel.com~We want to go to the top of the mountain," The wizard found himself more courageous than facing the jokes of his companions Facing the vague and strange face behind the door: "...Elder Atar said you know the way, how can we climb to the top of the mountain? "

The pitch-black cauldron made a gurgling sound under the lick of the flame.

Strands of pearl-colored mist floated slowly in the gurgling sound, and dissipated into the night.

The white and plump mushroom slices undulate in the soup, like sly fish.

The owner of the house, the dark wizard Engela, raised his vague face, opened his dark eyes, and stared at the wizard with blood-red pupils. After a long while, he whispered softly: "...mushroom soup It's really delicious, Atar liked it the most back then."

"We don't want to drink mushroom soup." Zheng Qing forcibly refused another invitation from the old house owner. He was pleased to find that the attention of his companions had been removed from the doll, so he demanded with a more direct attitude : "We just want to go up the mountain... Elder Attar said, you know how to go."