Chapter two hundred and ninety-ninth fishing for beans
A long time.
Or just a moment later.
Zheng Qing heard a slight rustling sound in his ears and smelled a hint of burnt smell.
He looked around and saw that the quill in Xiao Xiao's hand was being scraped firmly against the black crucible. The emerald green feathers had been browned and curled by the hot pottery wall.
"This pen was damaged on the job, and I will ask Hu Wu to reimburse it." Noticing Zheng Qing's gaze, the fortune teller of the Exoneration Hunting Team adjusted his glasses and naturally switched between two unrelated topics:
"...For now, both parties have complied with the agreement. We can consider scooping up the bean."
"This is really good news." The young public-funded student murmured in a low voice, put away the somewhat hot rune gun, and then re-stuffed the evil-proof blood rune bullet that he had withdrawn before.
The thin tube in the sea of consciousness reconnected the channel between the rune bomb and the 'bomb', and the boiling magic power roared again, rushing into the rune bomb through the slender tube.
Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the rune gun in his hand with some concern.
I don't know how long this rune bomb can last.
He didn't want the first thing he did when he returned to school to be to attack the golden guardian formation - then he would be kicked out of the school.
Jiang Yu looked at the silent room and the silent mountain behind the house with concern, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice: "Is it okay if we stay here...I mean that shot..."
She glanced at Zheng Qing pointedly.
The young public-funded student cleared his throat and felt the need to explain something.
"That shot just now was very, um, very hasty." He considered it, and finally chose the neutral word 'hasty', and then explained: "Normal, like the shot I fired in the enchanted forest, it was
A shot after being fully 'charged'... and the rune bomb just now didn't take long from being wrapped to being fired, so it won't destroy this house."
In addition, this house should not be destroyed so easily. After all, Zheng Qing could clearly see that what was behind the door of the house was not an ordinary lobby or living room, but a huge world. Maybe it was because of the angle.
Because of this, others did not see it so clearly - Zheng Qing did not intend to explain it in detail, because that was not a good thing.
"The charge is insufficient, is it powerful enough?" The witch's attention easily ran from one extreme to the other. One second she was worried about whether the shot would destroy Kelashan, and now she started to worry again.
That shot was not powerful enough to complete the deal with Engla.
"If the power is enough, the owner of this house may not have the courage to meet that shot." Jiang Yu's question reminded Zheng Qing. He rubbed the rune gun in his hand and said thoughtfully: "...I guess he'
What was borrowed was not the power of that shot, but some of the rules attached to that rune bomb."
"Rules?" Xiao Xiao, who had been squatting in front of the crucible, raised his head and took a deep look at Zheng Qing.
Zheng Qing realized that he had said a little too much.
He immediately took the rune gun and walked to Nikita and Zhu Zhu - with that shot, the blurry faces hiding behind the door and the tentacles previously tied to the two banshees slid back into the house.
But the two banshees seemed to know nothing about it, still closing their eyes tightly and lying on the cold and wet grass, unconscious.
"Get up, don't pretend to be dead!" The young public-funded student held a talisman gun and shouted in a rough voice, beckoning the two banshees on the ground with his toes.
The banshees were motionless, as if they had not yet awakened from their coma.
"Give you a second to wake up," Zheng Qing raised a finger and threatened: "Or I will use a binding spell to throw you into that house and let you help explore the way."
Nikita still looked like he had fainted.
However, Zhu Zhu couldn't hold it back and quietly raised her eyelids. Then she saw Zheng Qing's eyes that looked like a smile but not a smile. The little banshee had to sit up in frustration.
"Has anyone ever told you not to talk down to a lady?" She muttered and complained: "The strong bottom light and the side lights make you look like an evil skeleton king."
"Do you have any research on photography?" The wizard raised his eyebrows, while thinking about how to get Nikita, who was pretending to be dead, to stand up.
The little banshee immediately beamed with joy: "A painter must be able to do everything! The captain said that you have to look like what you want to be a real painter! Not only can I take pictures, but I can also sing, dance, play the piano, mix incense, and cook.
, laundry..."
"Even if you know everything, he won't keep you by his side as a maid." Nikita, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, finally couldn't stand Zheng Qing's burning gaze, and was forced to open her eyes and look to her side complainingly.
The little banshee clasped her fingers and sneered: "You are a demon... all he can give you is the ticket to the dark hell!"
The originally cheerful little witch immediately became depressed again.
This made Zheng Qing feel as if he had become a great villain. He had to recite the Heart Sutra several times silently in his heart, recalibrate his moral standards, and at the same time raise the warning level against the two banshees again - he suddenly understood why
After the hunters of some hunting teams capture monsters, they will remove their limbs and seal them in urns to carry them.
Although it is rough and goes against the morals of some wizards, it is safe enough.
On the other side, Xiao Xiao was trying hard to fish out the golden bean from the mushroom soup with a wooden spoon. But no matter how loudly he stirred the crucible, he could only scoop out a spoonful of clear soup, not even the mushrooms.
Can't scoop it out.
"You should use chopsticks." Fatty Xin looked at the doctor mockingly, took out a pair of wooden chopsticks from his watch, reached into the crucible, and when he encountered a piece of mushroom, he pinched it.
The piece of mushroom dangled on the head of the chopsticks like a phantom. When the fat man lifted the chopsticks, he only brought out a few drops of soup, not even as much as Xiao Xiao's small wooden spoon.
The expressions of the young wizards surrounding the crucible suddenly became much more serious.
When Zheng Qing directed the two banshees to the crucible with a gun, Xiao Xiao had already tried many methods - what was certain was that any tableware could only bring out the soup from the crucible, not the mushrooms.
piece, let alone the bean.
"Could it be that the dark wizard is playing tricks!" Zhang Jixin tightened the gloves on his hands and glanced anxiously at the silent house not far away.
This is also a possibility that all the young wizards in the Forgiveness Hunting Team are doubting.
Then Zheng Qing noticed Nikita's mocking gaze.
"What do you think?" He shook the muzzle of his gun and asked directly.
"What do you think?" The banshee snorted, her smile full of malice: "What can I say? It's very simple. If you drink up the pot of mushroom soup, you will definitely be able to fish out the beans that are sinking at the bottom of the pot... The old-school wizard has always done it.
Just a bad taste. But God knows what the dark wizard put in the soup."
Zheng Qing frowned.
The owner of the old house did say that he was an old-school wizard.