Hunting College

"Okay."

When Zheng Qing's first talisman hit the black wizard's forehead.

High altitude far from the battlefield.

in the clouds.

Sitting on the back of the gray crow, Professor Montelia put away the quill and notepad in his hand, lowered his head, and took a last look at the irregular black and red spot embedded in the dark green silent forest below, his voice was indifferent The order said: "The relevant data is basically in line with expectations, and the time is almost up...Let's end here."

"Would you stop observing for a while?"

The No. 3 crow was lying on the edge of the crow's wings, poking its head, greedily feeling the majestic aura emanating from the top wizard in the dark spot, with a hint of fascination in its eyes, and murmured: "This is the best we concocted!" Excellent work, except for some flaws in appearance...Imagine if everyone in the world could..."

He very wisely ended his reverie here.

The professor raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"Temperence is the most elegant virtue in the world."

The professor said meaningfully: "Just like Mr. Whateley below, he has begun to instinctively get lost in this power that doesn't belong to him... People who are dominated by instinct often can't tell whether what is in front of them is bait or food …For most dark wizards, chasing power is their instinct, and power is the best bait. Obviously, our Mr. Whateley is a standard dark wizard."

"And he's a stupid dark wizard who lacks self-control." The No. 3 crow muttered, retracted his gaze, added two attributives to the professor's evaluation, and then added two metaphors: "It's like a bird who can't wait to spread its tail feathers." Peacocks, or little boys showing off toys to strangers."

The latter metaphor was just used by the professor not long ago.

While speaking, he took out the notepad in his arms, flipped through a few pages, and found a piece of parchment hidden at the bottom. One sentence—the final interpretation of this contract belongs to the person in charge of the project—shone with a strange red light, which seemed very clear.

He raised his head again and looked at the professor, as if he wanted to say something.

But as far as he could see, the thin and hard figure made him give up the words that had come to his lips, honestly took out the quill that was clipped on the edge of the note board, and initialed his opinion and name at the end of the contract—judging the end of the experiment According to the rules, destroy the relevant experimental body, Gan Ning.

The last stroke fell.

A very inconspicuous scorched smell came out from the tip of the quill pen. Starting from the place where the pen tip was retracted, the faint scorched black was like a swimming snake. It traced backwards along the handwriting he left before, and it was only a blink of an eye. , the entire parchment was shrouded in fine sparks and bluish-white smoke.

Gan Ning blinked again, and the parchment on the note board had already turned into fly ash. The breeze swept by, and the fly ash disappeared in an instant, leaving only intermittent scorched marks on the board, recording the traces of the contract that once existed.

The young crow turned his head carefully, and glanced out of the crow's back.

There is a trace of regret in the eyes.

In the silent forest, a moment ago, the black and red intertwined dark spot that was still very clear had become very pale at this time, and he seemed to be able to see the once majestic big monster under the dark spot moving regularly. It crumbles a little under the action.

"Hold on to Lingyu, we should go too." The professor reminded indifferently: "...Everyone is waiting for us."

The gray-white crow flapped its wings lightly, and its figure suddenly disappeared in place.

Gan Ning hurriedly grabbed the thickest tuft of feathers in front of him, only to feel a blur in front of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, the surroundings were no longer surrounded by clouds and mist, and there was a lush coniferous forest under him, and the cold wind blew over the treetops , making a subtle rushing sound, like a green ocean. He remembered that this place should belong to the north of Silent Forest, hundreds of miles away from the battlefield just now.

croak!

The gray-white crow made a low-pitched call, flapped its wings, and fell down smoothly. The big tree that hit it head-on seemed to have been activated. One by one, they actively dodged the falling crows, but unexpectedly, they did not fall. Disturb the birds in the tree.

Gan Ning clearly saw a gray-white crow with his head tilted and combing the feathers on his back. When the gray-white crow landed, its wide wings almost brushed past its small head. aware.

call!

A gentle breeze rolled down, blowing away a few withered yellow grasses on the ground.

The big gray-white crow hovered halfway up the tree, motionless. Professor Monteria still closed his eyes, sitting on the crow's back, while Gan Ning tightened the crow mask on his face, leaped forward and jumped down.

Swish!

Swish! Swish!

Figures wearing crow masks jumped out of the forest one after another, and landed around Gan Ning and below the gray-white crow, standing with folded hands, respectful and nervous, waiting quietly.

The professor didn't waste time, waited for everyone to arrive, and opened his mouth~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This experiment was very successful, everyone has worked hard... It is necessary to review after each mission, which will allow you to increase experience and reduce mistakes . So, do you have any constructive comments on today's task? "

He seemed to be in class, patiently waiting for the students' feedback.

for a long time.

No one spoke.

All the crows carefully watched the small piece of grass in front of them.

"Since everyone has no objections, after this task is over, each person should submit a 30,000-word experiment report, which can be completed before school starts, as your homework for the rest of the winter vacation..."

The professor arranged it skillfully, as if he didn't notice the bitter gazes below. At the end, he added as if inadvertently: "As for the report... you can hand it over to No. 3 after you finish it. If there are any other reports or situations that happen before the winter vacation, They also report directly to No. 3. I have an urgent task and I don't want other things to disturb me."

Most of the crows turned their attention to the few crows standing in the front row of the line, their eyes full of scrutiny and speculation. On the contrary, the No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 crows in the center of the eye contact are calmer than others.

"in addition!"

The professor's tone didn't change at all, but everyone immediately put away those scrutiny and resumed their previous respect: "Before I end, I have another idea, and I hope to share it with you. Maybe this idea seems a bit strange to you." There’s a lot of fuss, but I don’t think anti-microbial is a bad word any time soon.”

Prevent the passing of time.

It doesn't sound like a good word.

Everyone cheered up subconsciously. On the contrary, the professor's tone was the same as before, calm and indifferent, as if he was chatting with everyone, but the more this tone, the more nervous the crows who were familiar with him felt.