When Zheng Qing finished writing a complete set of runes, it was already approaching noon. He put down the runes, stretched, then stood up, clasped his fingers, shook his neck and shoulders, and moved according to the "no punch" routine.
Afterwards, I finally felt relieved and let out a long breath.
It has been a long time since I spent so much energy writing a whole set of talismans. I wonder if it was an illusion. After finishing writing, Zheng Qing not only did not feel too tired, but felt refreshed and lightened all over.
After stretching, he pressed his hand on the talisman, which was neither thick nor thin, and felt the slightly slippery texture of the yellow paper, feeling a sense of satisfaction in his heart.
"You are simply amazing!" He praised himself quietly, and then immediately looked around cautiously, lest his shameful move just now be discovered.
Fortunately, the seat he chose was at the corner of several bookshelves. Except for the vague sight of students passing by near the window, there was no trace of people in other directions. Naturally, no one would jump out and laugh at the young public-funded students.
of narcissism.
While strolling, Zheng Qing reached into his gray cloth bag and took out the silver-white pocket watch.
This is a habit he has developed recently.
When reviewing his homework these days, he would take out this pocket watch from time to time and poke at the dial with his fingers, hoping that one day, his fingers would be able to poke into the glass cover of the dial like Mr. Wu, and then put
The hour or minute hand of the pocket watch moves back a few times.
Of course, he himself knew that this was just wishful thinking. Without powerful magic and the correct method of use, he could not easily pull back the timeline.
But just like those gamblers who buy lottery tickets and enter the casino, what if they succeed? Moreover, his advantage over those gamblers is that he can poke his pocket watch with his finger without losing a single copper.
Perhaps he was moved by his perseverance.
But it's more likely to be annoying.
Today, Zheng Qing once again took out the silver pocket watch from the gray cloth bag, and after giving it a habitual poke, the silver watch cover that had just been opened suddenly buckled back inward.
"Click!"
"Hold the grass!!!"
The crisp closing sound of the watch cover, accompanied by the small scream of the young public-funded student, broke the silence in the library.
Zheng Qing looked around nervously, fearing that the eight-clawed octopus in the library would emerge from a corner and drag him out. He gasped and carefully pulled out his fingers from under the watch cover.
As expected, there was a deep bloody mark on his finger.
It was like being bitten by a toothless mouse.
The wizard kissed his finger, raised the pocket watch to the light, and looked at it suspiciously.
This has never happened before.
The cover of this watch has always been opened and closed manually, and there is no mechanism installed on it, and there is no magic pattern or pattern attached to it. Logically speaking, there should not be such automatic closing, and it can even be called it.
'biting' situation.
After staying for a few seconds, the pocket watch remained motionless in his hand, just as it had always been.
Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment and tried to press the button on the pull ring - this is the switch of the pocket watch. Under normal circumstances, with a slight press, the watch cover will pop up automatically - but today, no matter how he pressed it,
The silver watch cover remained motionless and never bounced open, as if the spring inside was stuck due to rust.
The young public-funded student raised his eyebrows and pressed harder.
Maybe he was impatient with being pressed.
An angry silver-white face suddenly appeared on the silver-white cover of the pocket watch.
(▼ plate▼#):
"Excuse me!" The silver-white face yelled in a small voice: "If you don't want to check the time, can you stop poking my belly all the time?! It's very itchy, okay! If you poke too much, it will easily interfere with my ability to tell time.
My thoughts! This is a huge disrespect for time!!!”
The weak roar was mixed with the "tick-tick-tick" sound of the watch hands, which seemed particularly strange.
Zheng Qing blinked.
After seeing a talking mirror, a watering can and a pickaxe that could curse, and a stick figure that could deceive others, Zheng Qing was not frightened when he suddenly saw a pocket watch that shouted at him.
At best, he just expressed a certain degree of surprise that his pocket watch could suddenly speak.
"Can you speak?" the young public-funded student asked calmly but somewhat impolitely.
"This is so fresh!" The face on the pocket watch seemed to have rolled its eyes - this expression needed to be distinguished very carefully, after all, it had a silver-white face. Zheng Qing based his calculation on the movement of its eyelids and the movement of its eyelids upwards.
I guessed it from the downturned corner of his mouth.
After rolling his eyes, Pocket Watch continued to complain: "...In the magical world, is a talking pocket watch rare?"
"It's not surprising, but why did you suddenly start talking today?" Zheng Qing ignored Pocket Watch's complaints and continued to analyze calmly - now, he had to work very hard to control the corners of his mouth from rising too much.
In any case, it is a happy thing that this pocket watch suddenly shows something unusual.
"Because I'm usually busy calculating and don't have time to talk!" Silver Pocket Watch continued with a droopy face and a bad tone.
"Are you free today?"
"There must be time." The eyes of the pocket watch were squeezed into a triangle shape again, and the mouth became a plate shape: "I must remind you that the pocket watch is for telling time, not for poking!"
"So if you want to poke something, why not buy a screaming chicken?"
"The Screaming Chicken is meant for squeezing, not poking." Zheng Qing kindly reminded him.
"Is this the point?!" The eyes of the pocket watch opened into a thin slit (╬￣ Pan￣): "This watch solemnly reminds the owner that if it is not necessary for timekeeping, please do not poke the case at will, otherwise it will damage the timer.
If you have any adverse effects, you will be responsible for the consequences.”
After that, the silver-white face on the watch cover gradually blurred, and was about to sink into the watch case again.
"Wait!" The young public-funded student suddenly became anxious, shook the pocket watch in his hand vigorously, and shouted: "Don't leave yet!!"
The silver-white face didn't stop at all and continued to disappear.
Zheng Qing was anxious for a moment and couldn't help but grab his Dharma book and tap his pocket watch several times.
The 'ticking' sound of the pocket watch appeared vaguely chaotic for a moment.
The next second, a centimeter-long silver-white little man jumped out from the pocket watch, waved a fist the size of a mung bean, and viciously hit the young wizard in the face, while screaming: "You! What! What?
!dare!"
"Boom!"
As if he was hit by a big hammer, Zheng Qing's eyes darkened and he sat down on the floor.
It took a while to calm down.
When he regained consciousness, the pocket watch was sitting motionless by the desk, without any movement. It was as if the roaring face and the little silver man punching him were all hallucinations.
Zheng Qing shook his head and patted his ears.
Feeling a little tinnitus?
His face wrinkled up, he tilted his head, and patted his cheek again, suspecting that he was hallucinating due to concussion. Because just now he seemed to hear someone shouting his name? You know, this is a library, it's very special.
It is a place that pays attention to quietness and atmosphere, and it is impossible for anyone to shout.
Not to mention calling his own name.
But the next second, Zheng Qing's face darkened, and he suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the library exit.
Because what he just heard was not an illusion.
There was indeed a familiar voice shouting in the library, and it was his name that was shouted.