Hunting College

In the impression of Dingdang's ears, the ancestors were very special big mice.

The reason why it is special is that the size of the ancestors cannot be counted as compared with ordinary mice. Maybe it is because the ancestors exerted special magic on themselves, maybe it is just because the brain capacity of the mouse is limited. In short, every Soon after an audience, Ding Dong's ears will forget the specific appearance of the ancestor.

Only its tall figure is deeply engraved in the soul of this young mouse. Every time I remembered it, I would always make it feel the trembling and looking up from the heart.

But today, seeing the ancestor again, it once again realized where its sense of looking up came from.

"so big!"

"too big!"

At the first sight of the ancestors, Dingdong Ears and Dingdong Ears, two mice wearing blue vests, unanimously admired and exclaimed words with the same meaning.

Because it appeared in their sight, the ancestor sitting on the large black chair at the end of the hall and in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows was nearly one hundred and sixty centimeters tall.

It is not an exaggeration to say that if the ancestor walked on the campus in a black robe and covered his face, no one would think it was a mouse, but would only think that it was an old wizard with a rickety figure-for the first university For most wizards, this height seems inconspicuous. But for other members of the rat tribe, this difference in height is very, very significant.

"Pay attention to your words!"

The mouse in the red vest turned his head and gave a vicious look at the two blue vests behind him. He lowered his voice and gritted his teeth and complained: "Why does every mouse come in and say such nonsense!"

After Ding Dong's ear heard the reprimand, his whole body shuddered in fright, his ears pressed against his forehead, and his tail became stiff, which made it appear to stumble and become more disrespectful when he walked next.

In contrast, Dingdang's ears were bold and looked up at the ancestor.

Because they are still far away from the chair, Ding Dong's ears are very lucky to see the whole picture of the ancestor.

What caught his eyes was a huge, chubby mouse face. The thick eyelids and eye bags are stacked together, forming several layers of folds, making it difficult to tell where the eyes are; the fat on the cheeks is drooping in the direction of the nasolabial folds, and the fat on the neck Squeeze each other to make it look like three or five layers of jaws.

The ancestor wore a black robe, and his bulging belly stretched the robe into an interesting arc. On the outside of the robe, he also wore a white vest, but unlike other mouse vests, the vest worn by the ancestors had no buckles and was open-breasted—this is not difficult to understand. After all, with such a magnificent belly, it is difficult to fasten a normal waistcoat.

At this moment, it was bashing its belly, with its hands resting on the armrest of the Grand Master's chair, sitting peacefully. More than a dozen Smurfs were holding pens, ink, paper, inkstone, documents, seals and other various study tools, waiting at the left and right, and two mice in red vests stood on the shoulders of the ancestors, whispering reports to it.

Three rats lined up neatly, came to the feet of the ancestor one by one, and kissed the tip of his tail.

"Well, are you here?"

On the chair of the Grand Master, the Rat Fairy-this is the official name of the ancestor of the rat clan in the official documents of the first university-lowered his head and glanced at the two mice in blue vests near his feet, his tone was very kind: " I heard that you met a talking black cat outside?"

"Yes, ancestors!"

Ding Dong's ears immediately raised his paws bravely, spoke loudly, spoke quickly, and uttered clearly the story of negotiating with the black cat-including how he walked with the cat on the tree and how he bravely walked down. The big tree walked into the cat group and talked with the scary black cat with red eyes.

In the meantime, it used language skills to earn a few sparkling stones from a short wizard. In order to strengthen its persuasiveness, it also held those small diamonds with black flannel and presented them to the ancestors—— And it plans to further increase business exchanges with Black Cat.

At the end of the day, it also described the process of fighting wits and courage with the black cat trying to track it in gorgeous language, especially highlighting its image of being fearless in danger and reprimanding the black cat with awe. Then this little story ended with the black cat fleeing in fright by the "Cloud Piercing Arrow" that it ignited.

"However, all my encounters are valuable! As my ancestors said before, ‘the most valuable treasure in this world is information’... And I brought such information today."

When making the final concluding remarks, Dingdang's ears held a small shiny diamond and looked around with scorching eyes: "The black cat and the wizard with it want to buy the corpse beetle from us."

"The corpse beetle! Those little bugs that are flooding the underground world, we can take out a thousand at will! Ten thousand! Even one hundred thousand! These insects are not more delicious in our world than a bunch of spiders."

"But we can use these wastes to exchange some uncivilized rats from the hands of black cats or wizards, as well as a large number of shiny treasures!"

"Is there a more cost-effective business?!"

The mice in the red vests who had been standing by the armchair of the Grand Master's chair followed the beautifully colored little stone, nodding their heads and wagging their tails.

Dingdang's ears shook his beard in satisfaction, bowed slightly, and then retreated to his position respectfully.

After it, Dingdong Ears also stuttered his own story.

Of course, compared with Dingdong's ears, the story of Dingdong's ears is a bit miserable. Whether it’s pretending to be caught by the forest cat or running away and being suppressed by the puppet cat’s tail, it makes it appear a bit miserable in its own story-fortunately, it teased the group of cats with its good hole punching skills and made it or Earn a little impression point more or less.

After the two mice in blue vests finished telling their stories, the room fell into deep silence for a while.

The ancestor of the rat tribe sat motionless in its large armchair ~www.ltnovel.com~ as if asleep.

After a long time, its head moved slightly.

"A very interesting experience... Maybe your choice is right." The Rat Fairy's beard drooped slightly, and his voice looked muddy. It sighed and said, "It's a pity. Because I'm not very talented, I haven't done it well before. Learn divination...otherwise you won't be so passive now."

After all, it was silent for a while.

"The talking black cat... and a pair of red eyes." The ancestors of the mouse tribe's eyes were still closed, but his head was involuntarily raised slightly, as if he wanted to look up to the sky.

The orange flames were burning happily among the lotus leaf lamps, jumping, making small crackling noises from time to time.

"Could someone choose this path again?" It muttered, silent, for a long time.

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