A howler letter is a magical letter that is used to directly convey the unhappiness and anger of the sender to the recipient through the letter paper, which is usually red.
Just like the color painted on the huge lips that appeared in front of Zheng Qing at this moment.
Looking at the big mouth as if he wanted to shout something, the young public servant had quick eyesight and quick hands, like a dueling western cowboy, he quickly drew out his Colt Silver Python, raised his hand and fired.
Snapped!
The pale blue talisman flashed away, smashing the big mouth into pieces in the air.
Only then did the other student union officers come to their senses.
There was silence in the office.
"Didn't you say that you have filtered out high-risk emails?" the young public-funded student said dryly, forcing a polite smile on his face.
"Yelling letters are not among them," a first-year witch raised her hand as if answering a question in class and replied weakly: "After all, we can't stop parents from yelling at their children..."
"It's you," another sophomore student council officer's eyes fell on the rune gun in the wizard's hand, and his expression seemed a little nervous: "Is this the rune gun you used to hurt Seprano?"
This is another legendary and glorious past event of Zheng Dagong Feisheng.
After all, Serprano is now Augustus of the Alpha Academy, and not everyone has the opportunity to seriously wound him with one shot. Although Zheng Qing is still carrying relevant punishments, what he did is very serious. Highly respected by the students of Jiuyou College.
"No, not this."
The young public-sponsored student kept in mind the relevant ban given to him by the school and immediately denied it: "...This gun only contains a few ordinary talisman bullets."
The tall and lanky wizard who brought Zheng Qing to the office reminded: "Even so, using rune guns or similar magic tools in places like office buildings or teaching buildings can easily cause accidental injuries and is not allowed."
"Sorry, sorry, hunting game sequelae."
Zheng Qing stuffed the gun back into the gray bag with a false smile on his face, and apologized repeatedly: "Because there is a campus cup in the black prison... you know... sometimes it is inevitable to overreact..."
"Oh, I know! Traumatic Stress Disorder!"
A little witch spoke enthusiastically: "When I was studying in the white world, I saw many cases of this... I never thought that wizards would also have such symptoms!"
"It doesn't matter, then you can open another letter." The wizard who brought Zheng Qing to the office smiled kindly and pulled out another letter from the grid.
"No," Zheng Qing snatched it away, his voice a little distorted due to excessive nervousness: "No...not here...don't bother everyone! I'd better go back and watch it again!"
"Is that so?" The tall and lanky wizard couldn't hide his disappointment, but he still tried to persuade him: "There are many people in the office, so we can help you open it together... As far as I know, seven out of ten letters like this contain the contents. The content of the eight copies is the same, so it’s very hard to read too many.”
"No, I'd better go back and dismantle it myself." The young public-funded student insisted on his opinion.
"All right,"
The tall and lanky wizard mumbled and took a few pieces of parchment from the witch next to him: "In that case, count the number of letterheads and paper cranes, and then fill out the receipt form...sign here..."
The grid in the vertical cabinet doesn't look big, but it has a lot of capacity.
When Zheng Qing finished counting, stuffed the letters and paper cranes into gray cloth bags, and completed the entire process, it was already eleven o'clock, less than half an hour before get out of class ended.
No wonder Professor Yi said he didn’t need to go back.
With this emotion, the young public-sponsored student took advantage of the sparse people in the school during class and went straight back to the dormitory. Before returning to the dormitory, he still hung the invisibility charm and went to Qingqiu Mansion in Beta Town, looking for
Su Shijun discusses the report in the Bugle.
Unfortunately, Su Man told him that the young lady had gone to the laboratory and would not be able to return to the mansion until the weekend. In the end, the wizard could only leave a brief letter of greetings and leave angrily.
When he returned to the dormitory, it was still early.
In addition to the sleeping groups and playing elves in the dormitory, there was only a sleeping vampire werewolf lying in Dylan's large dark coffin.
He sighed slightly and began to deal with the letters he received.
Screaming letters were picked out and thrown into a huge fire to be burned without even being listened to.
Zheng Qing only opened about a hundred of the other letters before he was exhausted and felt as if his long-lost headache was about to reoccur.
Nine times out of ten, the letters are 'greeting' to him - greetings about his distant ancestors, greetings about the diseases he contracted, and greetings about the end of his reproductive and digestive systems.
Many letters of greetings were also mixed with letters of challenge full of courage and justice, as if Zheng Qing was not a sophomore in college, but a hell hiding deep in the silent forest, feeding on children under three years old and virgins.
demon.
Even those letters that did not have greetings but seemed very polite included questions such as "Is there really reproductive isolation between wizards and foxes?" "How can humans give birth to foxes?" and "How big will Congressman Su be after he turns into a fox?"
Argument.
In comparison, some unknown witch doctors’ advertising letters offering drugs like ‘Dali Pill’ in a mysterious tone seem very normal.
There are many similar 'normal' letterheads.
For example, letters from Beta Town Post, Ganges Daily, etc. to schedule interviews; enthusiastic self-recommendations from an unknown security company; advertisements for accident insurance and personal injury insurance from insurance companies; and even endorsement invitations for famous love potions.
All in all, it is just because this bright world is so bizarre and the living beings on the earth are so beautiful that they are fascinated by greed, anger, joy, evil, anger, joy, sadness, jealousy.
The fat cat Tuantuan had already woken up, with its tail raised, circling around the young public-funded student. However, it did not care about the sighing wizard, but stared at the sharp fire floating in the air, curiously.
Looking at the various models of big mouths that were floating and broken in the fire, he looked eager to try and take out his claws.
The little elves chased and played in mid-air, flying ignorantly and happily.
Not long after the bell rang, the fat wizard with a pale blue face hurriedly squeezed into the dormitory. Compared with usual days, his body control was less successful today, which made the dormitory door seem much smaller.
Zheng Qing calculated the time in his mind. From the end of get out of class to the time he returned to the dormitory, Fatty would never have time to eat.
This made him more and more desperate for the future - it could make fat people who love food give up lunch and come to him wholeheartedly. You can imagine how other people would react if they knew about this.
"I like the red box."
Zheng Qing didn't even raise his head, staring at the fierce fire in front of him, and murmured: "Black is fine... I don't particularly like the flowers... Just want the tombstone to be marble, no inscriptions... Don't bury it in the school or the forest of silence."
, will be cut off..."
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