“——The plaque on the gate has just broken and has not been replaced yet, right?”
After coming out of the small world of Xuanhuangmu, Huang Huali suddenly looked at Zheng Qing and mentioned the small matter seriously: "While it was still early, should you go and see what plaque you hung?"
Is it early?
Zheng Qing looked up at the hazy moon and the heavy night in the air, and was speechless.
"Maybe in the eyes of cats, there is no difference between night and day, but in the eyes of humans, the difference is still very obvious." The young dean complained, but did not reject the cat's suggestion and turned around and walked towards the location of the gate.
Huang Huali smiled and narrowed her eyes, raised her tail, and followed him with her steps lightly.
Zheng Qing caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eyes.
"Why did you suddenly laugh?" He slowed down suspiciously.
"...I thought of something happy." The cat coughed dryly, and his beard trembled slightly.
"What's the happy thing?" Zheng Qing had a whim, always feeling a strange atmosphere, and he carefully touched the ring on his hand.
"...In the future, when the Xuanhuang Fruit is ripe, I can eat one and throw it away!" Huang Huali thought for a few seconds and gave a very sufficient reason.
It really seems like something that makes it happy.
Zheng Qing yelled lightly.
"I don't know how often the Xuanhuang Fruit is ripe..." The young wizard shook his head with a very small amplitude.
The words have not ended.
boom!
Not far away, the door that had just been repaired by him collapsed. With the rising dust, a tall figure stepped across the threshold and shouted: "—— Monster, come and take your life!"
Listening to the familiar voice, Zheng Qing's eyes hopped slightly.
The muzzle of the talisman gun in his hand moved slightly to the side, but his fingers were still on the trigger.
The dust fell.
The uninvited guest's big red face showed.
It's Zhang Jixin.
He was wearing a leather hunting suit, boxing gloves on his hands, calligraphy hanging around his waist, and a brass-shaped shield badge on his chest, with the "Yuzui" from Xiaozhang, and yellow talisman paper on his forearms and other parts, and his whole body exuded a brutal hunting atmosphere.
Elder Zhang obviously saw Zheng Qing holding a talisman gun not far away. He was stunned for a moment and furious: "What a monster, how dare you use illusion in front of me? Today I will let you taste what it feels like to have a big fist!"
It's undoubtedly that reckless guy.
Zheng Qing put away the talisman gun speechlessly.
"—Why are you here?" Huang Huali suddenly inserted and glared at the red-faced male witch.
Zhang Jixin, who was about to rush up, saw the cat, stopped and lingered between it and Zheng Qing for a few seconds, with a look of shock and doubt.
"It's not an illusion, it's like a fake one." Zheng Qing guessed what he was thinking and felt a little funny: "Let's come to see the venue today, what are you doing... Why are you here?"
The last two sentences sound like they just changed the word order, but in fact they are two problems.
Because Zheng Qing suddenly felt something was strange.
So much so that because they hadn't met for a long time, many words that came to their mouths, such as Yu Sui, Astronomy Class 08-1, Fatty Xin and Xiao Xiao, etc., all swallowed them back, and replaced them with the final problem.
While speaking, he looked down at the cat cat at his feet.
It's just that the yellow flower leopard had its tail crossed and sat in a regular manner - this is the biggest abnormality in itself.
Zhang Jixin stared blankly at the young witch in front of him in a black robe.
"Slag..."
He subconsciously spoke, and after shouting the first word, he seemed to realize that it was inappropriate, and changed his words four times in a short period of time: "———Director Zheng, Qing?"
At the same time, his expression went from shock to joy, and eventually became respectful.
Zheng Qing felt a little tooth pain.
Perhaps for wizards who came from aristocratic families, respect for high-ranking people comes from instinct, but for Zheng Qing, this feeling of pretending would only make him get goosebumps.
"Speak well!" He stepped forward a few steps, slapped the red-faced witch on the shoulder, and said angrily: "You haven't explained clearly yet, why are you here? You've even broken my door!"
"Is this yard yours?" Zhang Jixin laughed dryly.
Zheng Qing's eyes fell on the badge on his chest, and he had a guess in his heart: "——The hunting team is training at night?"
"Maybe it is."
The red-faced witch was vague, and her eyes suddenly became a little erratic: "We are just hunting a Shu deer, it runs, we chases, and chases... and then it disappeared nearby... Well, everyone suspected that it might get lost and entered this yard, so they planned to come in and search..."
"——If you run away, run away. What does your prey mean that your prey may be lost?"
Please...you...collect 6...9...books......!
Zheng Qing felt that this wording was a bit strange and couldn't help but smile, but halfway through his laughter, his expression suddenly froze, and a vague premonition arose in his heart: "Wait, you just said 'everyone'? Who else? Where are the others?"
His voice was a little tight.
"Well, in order to prevent the Shu deer from running away from other doors, the others went around the wall to check in other directions."
Speaking of this, Zhang Jixin specifically emphasized the mistake just now: "—I was kicking the door to 'shout the snake', and wanted the prey to run in other directions."
Zheng Qing was silent for a few seconds.
"There are no other doors in this yard," he explained dryly.
Zhang Jixin's eyes were filled with sympathy: "——Oh, then the others will probably come over immediately."
Zheng Qing suddenly felt a little numb from his scalp.
I have the urge to run away.
But reason told him that running would not solve the problem, but instead made things worse. Before the door was kicked, he disappeared and had a hundred excuses to find reasons for himself; but after meeting Zhang Jixin, he ran away, and Chunchun was looking for death.
While regaining sanity.
He finally realized what the weirdness of the cat before meant, glared at it fiercely, and then thought of something, and couldn't help but look at the red-faced witch: "—How did you find this place?"
"Follow that Shu deer?"
Zhang Jixin shrugged his shoulders, stretched his neck and looked back, his tone with a hint of impatientness: "Don't ask me why I'm chasing this Shu deer tonight... It's just 'luck'. Maybe that guy smelled the breath of soul."
After all, he still regained his mentality of getting along with Zheng Qing before.
But Zheng Qing didn't feel happy at all.
Because just as Zhang Jixin explained, there was a rapid and rustling sound of footsteps outside the courtyard wall. In just a blink of an eye, the sounds spread to the door.
A standard five-pointed star battle formation squeezed through the door frame and unfolded in front of Zheng Qing. A few surprised sounds came from the blooming array light, and then disappeared without a trace.
Zheng Qing knew why they shut up.
Because the witch who was in charge of the battle formation was cold, carrying the Dharma book, and strode towards him.
The familiar copper-plate book seal horn emits a terrifying cold light under the moonlight.
ps, Eason Chan's songs are involuntarily echoing in his mind~