The yellow civet was not intended to show up.

Rather than bothering to deal with all kinds of messy things outside, it prefers to shuttle between different spatial gaps, hide in corners that others can't see, and quietly observe some unconscious guy.

But the reality is that if it doesn't make a move, someone is going to be taken away – a terrible situation for a cat that knows a little bit of the truth, and it couldn't be worse.

It's like a photography enthusiast watching an ugly duckling blend in with the duck flock and watching it grow day by day. Seeing that the winter had passed, the ducklings had grown up and were about to fly high, but unexpectedly, a vulture fell from the sky and snatched away the ugly duckling, which had not yet grown up, with one claw.

What could be worse than that?

In fact, no matter how you look at it, this year's winter hunting activities are a huge deviation from the 'first university extracurricular practice activities' expected by the yellow civet.

Of course, the big name of the yellow civet is not called the yellow civet.

In order to avoid being caught by the detection magic, this code name is used here for the time being.

According to past practice and clichés, the so-called winter hunting is that the school has carved out hunting areas with different levels of danger at the edge of the silent forest, and then put students with different abilities into it, and let them clean up the hunting area of 'pests'. Sometimes the number of pests outside the school is not enough, and the school will also entrust other institutions to provide some live prey.

In general, this should be a large-scale exercise with a planned, planned, and directional outcome. It is a very secure and very safe final assessment behavior.

Of course, due to the early return of silence this year, the number and variety of 'pests' that have escaped from the silent forest are a bit excessive. But it's still under the school's control.

It's just that with the emergence of an unplanned 'sandbox small world' in the Djia hunting area, as this small world slowly collapsed, with Fei Rui, with the four uninvited guests, with Su Shijun and the nameless big hand taking turns to play, the yellow civet finally had no way to continue to observe .jpg secretly.

If you don't claw, the little brother will be captured by that big hand!

Fortunately, at the last moment, it finally contacted Mr. in an unpredictable place.

"Hey...... The old immortal can't come, so let you this guy top the tank?"

The voice in the black hole was not in a hurry, and it seemed that there was no surprise at the appearance of the yellow civet. It's just that unlike the calm voice, the big hand that was originally open instantly pinched a trick, and at the same time retracted and shrank back, assuming an extremely cautious posture.

"Noise!"

The yellow civet who was forced to show up had a bad temper, raised his paws, and slapped the big hand.

When the little hairy claw is first waved, it is only the size of the bottle cap, and then it quickly expands to the size of the mouth of the cup, the mouth of the bowl, and the size of the lid of the pot; when the claw reaches the mouth of the black hole, it has risen to a diameter of more than two meters, no more, no less, just to block the hole.

The big hand shrunk at the mouth of the black hole was not ambiguous, and its six fingers flew, and in an instant, it pinched out a dazzling string of tricks: "Knot... That... South... Mountain! Stone... Cliff... Rock!!"

"Boom !!"

The huge cat's paw slapped heavily on the phantom of a rocky mountain, making a deafening roar that buzzed Zheng Qing's ears - compared to it, the buzzing hoarse sound that came from the black hole before seemed to be as pleasant as the flowing water of a clear spring.

"Do you have pads of meat on your paws?" the hoarse voice in the black hole continued to tease the yellow civet, and his tone became more and more harsh: "...... I always hear others say that cats have nine lives...... I don't know how long you've lived and how many lives you have left. ”

"Labor and management estimate that he still has seven or eight lives. The yellow civet unceremoniously squirted back: "It's you, although I don't know how many you have left...... But there will definitely be one less today. I'm sure of that. ”

"I doubt that with your little furry paws, you can figure out addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division within ten. With this mocking voice, the big hand under the shadow of the rock mountain also took advantage of the situation to draw a provocative middle finger and hooked it to the yellow civet.

No matter how you look at it, there will be a cat-hand battle

The yellow civet was still hunched back, tail erected, staring viciously at the big hand under the shadow of the rocky mountain, looking like it could pounce on it at any time and tear it apart.

But for some reason, it suddenly retracted its posture and regained the usual lazy appearance of a cat.

And Zheng Qing soon knew the reason for the change in the attitude of the yellow civet.

"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. A familiar voice suddenly sounded in Zheng Qing's ears, startling him.

Turning around, it was a short and chubby figure wearing a robe and black-rimmed round glasses. It is the owner of Sanyou Bookstore, Mr. Wu who taught Zheng Qing Fu the knowledge.

Zheng Qing's eyes were astringent, and he sniffed, but a big smile involuntarily bloomed on his face.

"Hello sir!" he immediately turned around, straightened his robes, and bowed respectfully to the figure.

Mr. Wu did not answer, but reached out and grabbed Zheng Qing's collar, straightened it out, and taught a lesson: "A soldier can't fail to Hongyi, there is a long way to go." Benevolence is one's own responsibility, and it is not too important to die, and it is not far away?"

Zheng Qing nodded as if he didn't understand.

Not far away, Su Shijun looked at Mr. Wu's chubby figure with a shocked face, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Mr. Wu glanced at her, nodded, and praised: "It's as good as it gets, and it's as good as it gets." ”

After that, he looked around, looked at the pines and cypresses that fell to the ground, looked at the snow mixed with mud and blood, and looked at the tense teaching assistants and the young wizards of the Sin Hunting Team in the distance, and sighed deeply: "The year is cold, and then the pines and cypresses will wither." ”

"Shhh...... Hey...... The old immortal is dropping his book bag again. The hoarse voice in the black hole smiled strangely and unceremoniously interrupted Mr.'s words: "Old and not dead, what's the explanation?"

The gentleman replied with a smile: "Forget to eat, forget to worry, I don't know that old age is coming." ”

Between this question and answer, Zheng Qing suddenly realized that something was wrong. He looked around, looking at Su Shijun who still looked shocked, at the yellow civet lying lazily on the stump motionless, and at the assistant teacher and several companions of the Sin Hunting Team who were supporting each other behind him.

Especially since a minute ago, Fat Xin had been pouring medicine into his mouth to Assistant Coach Hilda.

At the size of the vial, it should have been drunk a long time ago, even if it was full of potion. But the fat man kept holding the little medicine bottle. And the little medicine bottle was dripping with potion all the time.

The young student finally realized something.

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