Hunting College

"Why did you refuse?"

"Why should I agree?"

"You are a prisoner... a prisoner must have the consciousness of a prisoner. To help us get out of this world, we will write to the school and the black prison to let them treat you leniently."

"Can you let me leave the black prison?"

This is naturally completely impossible, Zheng Qing's face is a bit ugly. Although he threatened the banshee with a rune spear and allowed the banshee to choose between death and black prison, it did not mean that he had completely controlled the banshee in front of him.

Anything showing a trace of weakness will be bitten back.

The young public servant shook the talisman spear in his hand and commanded in a strong tone: "You have no choice."

Nikita looked at the muzzle with a trace of horror in her eyes, but her attitude was the same as Zheng Qing's tone, extremely tough: "I really have no choice...So why should I help you?"

This sounds a bit difficult to understand.

As if perceiving the confusion of the young wizard, the banshee paused, and added: "Being shot to death by you, killed by that dark wizard, or contaminated by the dark wizard’s memories from the stars... nothing The difference. So, why should I choose the one that is most beneficial to you among these choices that have no choice?"

These words sounded like tongue twisters, but it was not difficult to understand, Zheng Qing immediately realized the worries of the female demon.

"Why do you think you will be beaten to death by him?" He reassured: "You are helping him, he also knows... Besides, we still have some holy waters of Lourdes. You will not be contaminated by those memories."

Nikita took a deep look at the wizard:

"If a dark wizard allows you to walk into his room, open his skull, to provoke the hidden matter in the gray matter back ditch, and manipulate the medium between his soul and body... then he is not a black Wizard."

"The White Wizard would not agree with you to do this." Zhang Jixin touched his head, imagining the crippled scene, shuddering involuntarily, and murmured in a low voice.

Zheng Qing glared angrily and glared at him. The red-faced wizard immediately raised his hand and made a zipper pull on his mouth, indicating that he would shut up.

Then Zheng Qing looked at the banshee again, and persuaded with all his heart: "...As long as we discuss with him, he will be willing to let you use his mind."

He didn't have much confidence when he said this.

"Yes," Nikita made no secret of the sarcasm on his face: "He is naturally willing, but the tentacles on his body are not necessarily...you guess they will hang me directly, or they will hang me tightly. Dry under the beams?"

The fat blue man next to him lowered his head and let out a sneer.

Zheng Qing glanced at his companion angrily, and sighed at the banshee: "When you eat a certain wizard with a knife and fork, you should think that one day in the future you will be hanged by another wizard. ."

"But not today!"

A thin tentacles came out from Zheng Qing again, swayed, and made a gesture: "I have a suggestion. Would you like to listen?"

Everyone has become accustomed to it appearing twice, so in the face of this sudden speech, there is no panic.

Zheng Qing glanced at the eyeballs clustered together on the tentacles: "Are you going to have Nikita perform the craniotomy after the tentacles are cooked?... Well, Nikita belongs to this banshee. first name."

"It's a good name," the mouths on the tentacles complimented unanimously, only to reject Zheng Qing's suggestion: "But as your companion said, even the White Wizard would not like someone to cut himself open. The skull...especially when you open your skull to a dangerous lich."

"Then what do you want to say?"

"Do you know how to draw symbols?" The mouths on the antennae asked a question that puzzled Zheng Qing.

"Drawing talisman?" The young public-funded student raised his eyebrows, and replied in a somewhat conceited tone: "Ordinary talisman is naturally not difficult for me... But if it is an ancient talisman, I may need to study a little bit. ."

"No, it doesn't need to be difficult," the old house owner was eager, and the eyes on the tentacles seemed to have become a little oval, and looked more kind: "It's just an ordinary forgotten talisman."

"Forgotten talisman?" Zheng Qing looked suspiciously at the tentacles in front of him, then craned his neck and glanced at the half-covered front door behind the banshee, as if he wanted to confirm whether this request was made by the old house owner.

Behind the door, the fuzzy face shook slightly, answering the young wizard's concerns.

This made Zheng Qing more confused.

The so-called forgotten talisman is the result of the paper-making of forgetting spell talisman. Theoretically, the effect of the Forgotten Talisman and the Forgotten Charm should be the same, but like other Talismans, the Forgotten Talisman sacrifices a little bit of power-maybe because the sketcher's rune outlines are not accurate, or the rune paper is stored for too long, or The eyes are not real—in exchange for the convenience of release; the release of the Forgotten Mantra requires a series of rituals such as Dharma books, mantras, and chanting. UU Reading www.uukanshu. Com release is more complicated, but the power is complete.

It is precisely because the talisman effect is not stronger than the spell, so after discussing the pros and cons of the forgetting spell, Zheng Qing has subconsciously ruled out this option.

"I thought we had discussed this possibility before," the wizard waved his hand and denied: "I don't think a talisman will be more powerful than the spells cast by us."

"What if this rune paper is wrapped into a rune bullet?" The tentacles lit the rune gun in the wizard's hand and reminded: "I hope you draw a rune and then wrap it into a rune bullet... Use yours The power in the gun."

The power in this gun?

Zheng Qing immediately realized what the old house owner meant. Perhaps this is the keen inspiration of the great wizard, able to perceive the rule-breaking power contained in the talisman spear in Zheng Qing's hand.

"You only need to draw one, right?"

"The more powerful the better."

"Blood talisman," Zheng Qing nodded, but he was not very sure in his heart: "Although it is not difficult...but I don't know if I am'real' in the dream world, and whether the nature of blood here has changed. "

"Appearance, interior, nature, etc., these elements are not the point." The tentacles flexibly entangled in mid-air, and rounded out each exquisite rune: "...The point is the essence, the reason why your blood rune bullet Powerful essence. As long as the essence does not change, then the blood rune bullets you wrap up will meet my requirements."

"There is only one question left now," Zheng Qing tightened the talisman spear in his hand and took a glance at Nikita: "What will she do when I draw the talisman?"

A few thick tentacles slipped silently along the windows and doors of the house, entangled the limbs of the banshee. By the way, Zhu Zhu also **** all fours.