At night, the shores of Linzhong Lake are unusually peaceful. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Insects don't fly, birds don't sing, fish don't swim.

The pale moonlight shimmered on the dark lake, like a broken mirror, making people dizzy to watch.

Zheng Qing sat on the shore of the lake in a daze, facing the broken lake, pondering why he was here.

No, it's already evening, and there are no classes.

Self-study? It's not right, even if it is separated by a small square, Zheng Qing can see that the Shushan Pavilion not far away is dark and dark, without a trace of light, let alone self-study.

But, with whom?

Before he could think clearly, a hand slapped him on the shoulder.

"You're here!" a familiar voice rang in his ears, bringing out a string of silver bells of laughter.

Zheng Qing turned his head suddenly, and as far as his eyes could see, he could only see a slender back gradually disappearing into the dense fog by the lake.

"Slow down," he shouted, chasing after him.

After running a few steps and chasing into the depths of the dense fog, Zheng Qing grabbed the back very domineeringly and slammed her against the thick and mottled trunk of the plane tree.

The long eyelashes shook violently and slowly drooped.

A flush stretched over her fair cheeks.

The girl didn't refuse, but her breath was a little shorter.

"What am I doing?" When Zheng Qing tried to kiss it, this thought suddenly appeared in his mind: "Who is she?"

He shook his head vigorously, and the girl's face in front of him flickered rapidly.

It's very familiar, but it's unfamiliar.

Her eyes seemed to be big and beautiful, but they seemed to be just dark and bright.

Her lips were a bright rose color for a moment, looking plump and pleasant, and then they were pressed tightly together, as if suppressing something.

Her hairstyle is unusually peculiar.

On the left side is long straight black hair with a faint scent of jasmine, and on the right is a large maroon red wave that flutters and flutters seductively.

"What's that!" the girl suddenly exclaimed, pointing behind him.

Zheng Qing turned to look.

The surface of the lake that had been broken completely collapsed, revealing a hideous fish head.

The head of the fish was dozens of meters high, staring at a pair of dull round eyes, staring at the young man and woman not far from the shore.

“...... Hiss...... Eat ......"

A dry sound came out of the fish's mouth.

The head of the fish moved little by little towards the shore, gradually revealing the sharp fins on its head, shoulders and neck, revealing its thick arms and chest and abdomen covered with blue-black scales.

“...... Hiss...... Shredding ......"

A foul smell suffocates as the fish's head continues to approach.

"It's the Fishman King, let's go!" Zheng Qing turned around and pushed hard.

The girl immediately disappeared into the thick fog.

"It's cold in the north!No, it's the north wind that's cold!No, it's not right!" Zheng Qing frantically flipped through his law book, constantly shouting all kinds of spells, and finally saw the required spell in an inconspicuous corner.

"The north wind is cool!!" he stood up and smashed the law book hard at the fishman.

A huge light pierced the dark night and smashed on the fish-man, and a rumbling thunder rang out from afar.

"Whew!!" the fish-man roared, and quickly retreated into the depths of the lake, gradually disappearing and not visible.

The lake returned to its shattered calm.

The fog was back obscured.

The battle a moment ago was like an illusion, and it was gone.

"Meow ......" A timid kitten meow sounded in the depths of the fog.

Zheng Qing hesitated and walked away.

On a rockery by the lake, a young white shorthair cat is catching a dancing black butterfly, its fleshy little hairy paws shimmering in the moonlight, and it is shaking its head and tail between jumps, which looks cute and cute.

"Can't be caught!" he screamed, trying to rush up to stop him.

"Ah, I'm in trouble. A hoarse voice sounded in his ears, and her slender figure rose from the surface of the lake, and the mist seemed to shroud her around her like a veil, making it impossible to see her true face.

A huge force came from behind him, pushing Zheng Qing into the lake.

Bright red, viscous liquid poured in from all directions, down his long mouth, down his nostrils, and into his ears.

Zheng Qing waved his arms, struggled, and slowly sank into the depths of the lake.

Before he sank completely, the last words were heard:

"Cuteness is also an original sin. ”

"Poof!" With a scream, Zheng Qing rolled out of the curtain and fell headlong on the carpet.

......The elves quickly woke up, flapped their wings, and watched the young wizard muttered worriedly, and climbed back into their beds.

On the windowsill, the squinting and pretending to sleep tuan's beard shook slightly, and then he snored again disapprovingly.

The night is dark.

Outside the window, there were dark clouds in the sky, and there was not a trace of moonlight in sight.

......

Saturday morning.

When Xiao Xiao beckoned Zheng Qing to do morning class again, the public-funded students who were quite active on weekdays did not show up for a long time.

It wasn't until Xiao Xiao drove the group of elves into the tent that Zheng Qing crawled out of his six-poster bed in a state of exhaustion.

"Aren't you going to do morning class?" Xiao Xiao tied his belt and turned his head to look at Zheng Qing, he was taken aback by his respectful appearance, and rarely burst into a foul mouth: "Bang...... What's the situation!"

Xiao Xiao's voice raised a lot, obviously ignoring the other sleeping figures in the dormitory.

"Whew!" Tuan Tuan cried out in dissatisfaction, twisting his fat body and arching into the depths of the fat man's bed.

The fat man snorted twice and continued to play chess with Zhou Gong.

In mid-air, those screaming elves were also startled and quickly hid behind Zheng Qing's neck.

Xiao smiled apologetically at them.

"What's the matter?" he pushed his glasses and lowered his voice to ask again, "Your eyes look like they've been blown out." ”

Zheng Qing squinted his eyes and leaned over to the dressing mirror to take a look.

Indeed, his eyes, which were already small, were now almost a slit. The bulging eye bubbles seemed to have been filled with several liters of ink, and it was like being stung by a swarm of wasps.

"Nightmares. Zheng Qing muttered, pressed his sore shoulder hard, and replied simply: "I was woken up several times last night...... I feel like I can't sleep well anymore. ”

"Nightmare?" Xiao Xiao muttered as he pushed Zheng Qing out the door, "Can you still have nightmares at First University?" ”

"What do you mean. Although Zheng Qing's mind was a little unclear, he still didn't forget the two cufflinks, and commanded a little elf to fly back to the dormitory to help him get it.

"What kind of nightmare?" Xiao Xiao didn't answer Zheng Qing's doubts, but continued to ask.

Zheng Qing opened the outer door of the dormitory and walked into the first university in the early morning.

"Forgot. He rubbed his cheeks vigorously and took a few deep breaths.

The air on campus is very fresh in the early morning.

The aroma of earth and grass poured into Zheng Qing's lungs along the mist rising from the morning dew.

It's a sobering elixir that never goes out of style.

Zheng Qing's spirit was obviously much more uplifted.

"When I fall asleep, I have nightmares, and when I wake up, I forget. I can still recall a few fragments when I wake up, but as soon as I breathe in the fresh air outside, I forget all of them. As he walked, he complained, "Pretty standard nightmare process. ”

"Very standard indeed. Xiao Xiao nodded thoughtfully.