A fat lightbug pulled out its sharp mouthparts from the vine bark.
A stream of bright red liquid slowly overflowed from the wound on the cane, and quickly condensed into gel when it encountered air.
The plump firefly opened the carapace on its back, stretched out a pair of wings as thin as cicada wings, and shook them hard.
Feeling its body floating lightly, it hummed a few more times with satisfaction.
The dragon's blood vine under its feet can no longer provide it with sufficient vine juice, and it needs to start a new journey.
Its tentacles detected a strange scent in the moist air, which fascinated it.
Perhaps only a powerful light bug like myself can feel that coveted call.
The plump fireflies vibrated their wings and floated up from the dragon blood vine.
The weak companions around him were still sucking the faint liquid remaining in the cane intoxicatedly, and they were very happy to see a strong competitor leave.
These idiots.
This fat light bug buzzed as if mockingly, leaving the cane where it had stayed for almost a lifetime.
"In every group there are some unique ones."
"They are either madmen or geniuses; they are pioneers or martyrs. Some may create history, such as the great president of our First University; some will become people's jokes after dinner...such as "
The editor-in-chief of Gentlemen and Ladies."
"No matter what, there's always something different about them...just like this firefly."
The wandering wizard raised the glass bottle in his hand with a smile. A light bug that was obviously much larger than the other companions was struggling in the honey pot.
But this sweet trap is stickier than expected.
When it struggled to pull out one thin leg from the honey, three more thin legs were sunk deeper; when it sucked the sugar juice off its wings, it discovered that the carapace was covered with thick trophies.
"Lampflies from different origins will have different characteristics."
“For example, the horny carapace of the Longshang light bug that sheds after autumn is a good medicine for dispelling wind and analgesia; the larvae of the Amazon light bug soaked in water for more than three years can be used as bait for hunting monsters... Many monsters cannot distinguish between these larvae and
What’s the difference in the taste of a wizard’s brain; and Pyrenean fireflies, soaked in salt water and lightly fried in boiling oil, are a good snack.”
Zheng Qing glanced at Fatty Xin's Adam's apple and saw it squirming slightly.
He had never noticed before that this fat man could actually see his Adam's apple!
The wandering wizard shook the glass bottle in his hand, and the viscous liquid rolled and surged from all directions, completely submerging the fat light bug that was still struggling.
"The bugs in my shop come from Suffolk."
"They are excellent neutralizing agents when preparing medicinal wine."
"Fed with the juice of Dracaena, brewed in the royal jelly of green-tailed bees for thirty-six days, then soaked in amber light with Polygonum multiflorum, golden bamboo shoots, nutmeg, and toad venom, sealed, protected from light, and buried in a shaded place
If you keep it for more than a year, you can get a drink with brilliant color and endless flavor."
The wandering wizard raised the glass of transparent liquid in his hand to several young wizards:
"This is a private drink, I call it 'Golden Years'."
In his cup, those golden stars were still swimming around like living creatures, creating thick ripples.
Zheng Qing looked at the honeypot in the hands of the wandering wizard.
In the jar, the fat firefly was sinking deeper into the honey.
It was like a small insect trapped in amber, occasionally struggling like an electric shock.
Its belly is still spraying with silvery white afterglow, separated by orange sugar juice, like a sparkling diamond.
"Are you still planning to be a maverick student?" The wandering wizard asked in a gentle tone after having some free time.
"No." Zheng Qing flatly refused. Looking at the smile blooming on the corner of the wandering wizard's mouth, he added: "I don't plan to think that I am very unique like this bug, and end up falling into a honey pot and losing my
I’ve been stuck in it my whole life.”
The smile on the wandering wizard's lips slowly faded.
He finally raised his head, held up the broad brim of his hat, and revealed a pair of dark eyes without a trace of white:
“Very wise.”
"But also very stupid."
"In my long life, if I have gained something, it is indifference. If you want to live a compassionate life, be prepared to shed tears."
"When I was a child, my biggest dream was to sit in the catacombs of the Capuchin monastery after death, quietly waiting for the coming of heaven with other devout mummies. When I grew up, I walked far along the Nile River, and those buried in the
The mummies deep in the desert told me that even gods fall sometimes."
"First University is not the Garden of Eden."
"This is the wizard's hunting ground."
The atmosphere in the private room was a bit depressing.
The fireflies lying on the dragon's blood vine were keenly aware of this, so they shrunk their stomachs and restrained the scattered light.
The room became darker and darker.
"We really don't need those things involving black magic." Xiao Xiao suddenly said from the side.
He squatted in front of the glass coffee table, carefully looked at the small red lacquer boxes, raised his head, and looked at Zheng Qing: "You really don't need those black witchcraft... It will lower your status in vain. But you shouldn't mind it.
Bring some protective equipment to the school.”
"In the wizarding world, amulets are never superfluous." Zhang Jixin also added next to him.
His alcoholic odor seemed to have dissipated somewhat, and his eyes no longer looked red.
Only his face was as brightly red as ever.
Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Then choose an amulet."
Since both friends suggested this, it was best for me to accept it.
He is very self-aware and knows that his understanding of the wizarding world is no different than that of a three-year-old child.
At this time, it is very beneficial to listen to other people's suggestions.
"I want it too!" Fatty Xin struggled to swallow the snacks in his mouth and raised his hands with great interest.
"Very wise." The wandering wizard repeated this sentence again. He nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand to put away those insidious and scary black magic tools.
Only a row of pastel-colored personal protective equipment was left on the coffee table.
"These are black donkey hooves from Jiaozhou, which come from an eighty-year-old old donkey who died well. Two of the four donkey hooves it contributed were bought by Sancha Jian, and one was taken away by someone from the Su family in Qingqiu.
"The wandering wizard pointed to the dusty little thing in the red lacquer box, which looked like a wine cup, and reminded: "If I were you, I would definitely choose it... As far as I know, among Sir Friedman's friends
There is a junior college student named Jiangjun, who has Hanba bloodline and is a zombie that has recently awakened."
Zheng Qing had an expression of disbelief on his face: "There are still zombies in the school?"
"To be precise, they are zombie students. Since there can be vampires and werewolves, why can't there be zombies?" Zhang Jixin grabbed the black donkey's hooves, stuffed it into his arms, and patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder with a smile: "You said you would send us away.
Gift, then I’ll choose this!”
Zheng Qing nodded dizzily, always feeling that something was wrong.