Hunting College

"Are they from the Academy of Fine Arts?" Zheng Qing squirmed his lips, feeling a little speechless: "How come one or two behave like crazy."

"It's not like... they are just a bunch of neuroses." Fatty Xin whispered retort next to him.

"Shut up, you two!" Dr. Xiao Da gritted his teeth and grunted, "Are you planning to give the big-mouthed tree on the ceiling a snack?!"

Hey, you also spoke up! Let's add meals together!

Zheng Qing took a light breath and tried to suppress his urge to continue to complain.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough."

On the rostrum, the puppeteer holding his head coughed a few times. After attracting everyone’s attention, he raised a finger and added: “Just like our lovely secret garden elves just mentioned, the garden is hidden With our treasure!"

"A priceless treasure."

"It can benefit you for life, even if you become a great wizard, you can also use endless treasures."

"A treasure that only the winner can get..."

"But, Ye? Phantom? Puppet Master? Puppet, how do we know that the winner can safely leave your hunting ground?" An abrupt voice sounded in the small auditorium, interrupting the puppeteer's performance.

In the audience, everyone's heads turned to the speaker.

Curious, malicious, worried, puzzled, etc., all kinds of gazes are mixed together, which is suffocating. A short boy wearing Atlas Academy can't even control his book. , Blasting a chair in front of him to pieces.

Zheng Qing felt the gazes with different meanings in all directions, his heart rushed past 10,000 alpacas, and the words MMP echoed in his mind repeatedly.

He turned his neck stiffly and looked at Xiao Xiao who asked questions.

"Momopi, you just told us to shut up just now, the soul is light!" He stared at Dr. Xiao Da silently and swallowed hard.

Xiao Xiao ignored the shocked gazes of his friends, and did not care about the different expressions around him, but frowned, looked at the puppet host on the podium with a serious expression, and added: "...After all, We don’t know anything about you."

The puppet also looked surprised.

It didn’t seem to have expected that after all the previous things had happened, there were people who had the courage to speak--it even took off the top hat hung around its neck and stuffed its head back in order to take a more stable view. The person who speaks.

"Look, see, a dull red robe!" On the puppet's head, the little old man in a silver robe yelled, his tone full of joy: "The delicious food delivered to the door..."

"Pop!" The puppet snapped his top hat on, blocking the words behind the secret garden elves in the hat tube.

"Polite children will be rewarded everywhere." The puppet grinned, and a big smile appeared on his stiff face: "As a reward, my answer is-no, you don't know."

"You don't know if I will safely let you out of my hunting ground!"

"You don't know our true identity!"

"You know nothing!"

It narrowed its smile, pressed its nose, and said softly, "But, this is an opportunity. Isn't it?"

Suddenly the audience.

Zheng Qing thought about it for a moment, and finally admitted in frustration that what the puppet said did make sense.

Staying in the small auditorium, you have to face unfathomable neurotic puppets, dwarf monsters, and piranhas on the ceiling, and the rescue of the school is far away, so it doesn't seem like a safe choice. There may be a silver lining to follow their request to the hunting ground.

"Mr. Puppet!" Another voice eagerly sounded in the corner: "Merlin is here! I can give you a large amount of gold... If you need it, I will sign the strictest confidentiality contract! Please... …"

The puppet curled his mouth, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers impatiently.

"Snapped!"

"Ah..." A shadow suddenly flicked from the ceiling, and the big nightmare mouth reappeared, swallowing the wizard who just made a sound into his mouth and chewed twice.

The minced meat and blood dripping from between its teeth and the corners of its mouth fell sparsely again.

This time, the young wizards in the audience were relatively calm, but some wizards could not help but scream.

"You can call me'Ye? Phantom's Shadow? Puppet Master? Puppet Your Highness', you can also call me'Your Highness Puppet' or'Your Excellency Host'," the puppeteer shouted, "Is my words so difficult to understand? A lot of gold? What do I want gold for?! Make a heavier chair for that little cutie on his head?"

"That's a good idea." The slender staff poked out from under the brim of the hat, provoking a wide gap, revealing the messy beard of the Elves of the Garden.

The old elf unscrupulously raised a shaggy foot and put it on the other knee. While scratching the itch with his hands full of gemstone rings, he once again revealed the gloomy laughter: "Pure gold chair, It sounds like a good idea, **** ho **** ho..."

"No, it's absolutely impossible!" The puppet firmly pressed the brim of the hat and pushed the old elf back in: "A pure gold chair...will break my slender neck!"

"Don't give me a chair!! Close my little black room!!" The sound of a huge wooden impact sounded from the puppet's hat, and the old elf's furious voice came through the puppet's two ears. Like two loudspeakers, resounding through the entire small auditorium: "Then can you speed up a little bit, don't talk nonsense with these food!!"

"If the game doesn't start within five minutes, I will keep two Flobber caterpillars in your ears!!"

The puppet shivered suddenly.

"You heard." It squeezed its slender nose, sighed, stretched out its hand and beckoned, and re-asserted the civilized stick that had been abandoned for a long time, and shook it smoothly, shaking out some wonderful stick flowers:

"Leave enough soul!"

"You can buy the remaining lives."

"Enough blood shed!"

"You can cleanse your sins."

"Abandon all rules and ignore all glory!"

"This is me—"

"His Royal Highness the puppet's hunting ground!"

A series of creamy white light beams hung from the ceiling ~www.ltnovel.com~ With this curse rippling away, shrouded all the contestants.

Zheng Qing only felt a white light in front of him, and his body was light, and he lost the perception of his surroundings.

When the white light faded and the sight dimmed again, the young public-funded student was keenly aware of the great changes in the surrounding environment.

He fumbled, drew an eye-sight charm from the gray cloth bag and patted it on his body.

Everything in front of me became clear instantly.

There is a thick layer of humus at the foot, and a dark woods around. You can hear the calls of many worms and rustlings. As far as you can see, the other four hunters who are guilty of crime are standing scattered Not far from him.

The hunters of other hunting teams have disappeared without a trace.