In life, people are always faced with a variety of choices.

For example, choose when to wake up in the morning, what to eat for breakfast, how much work to handle in the morning, whether to order afternoon tea, when to work overtime at night, how many games to play before going to bed, and so on.

Choices are so ubiquitous and pervasive in every aspect of our lives that some have even defined 'freedom of choice' as the true meaning of freedom.

However, for Zheng Qing, there doesn't seem to be much choice in his eighteen years of life.

Born in a scholarly family, the moment he opened his eyes in this world, the foreseeable time in the future, the elders had already chosen everything for him - how old to be enlightened, when to learn poetry, to practice the posts of who to choose in big characters, what time to go to bed every day, and so on.

If it weren't for the haunting head disease, without the round-faced and amiable Mr. Wu, I'm afraid Zheng Qing would be in a normal university now, sitting in a spacious and bright classroom, looking at the thick lecture notes on the desk, listening to the professor's lectures on the truths that he knew was useless when he left the school gate.

But the timeline diverged when he was eight years old.

It was as if a big hand had reached in from the long river of time, and forced a small boat that was moving straight into another channel.

Since then, the life that the family had arranged for him has undergone some wonderful changes.

For example, he has a gentleman who sees the head of the dragon without seeing the tail, and the bookstore has a yellow civet who can stand up and open the cupboard to steal dried fish, and on his twelfth birthday, he went to a magical market and saw a three-headed husky and a mermaid lying in the bathtub and spitting bubbles.

As these changes accumulate and precipitate, a qualitative leap finally takes place - a few months ago, he took an entrance exam for a wizarding university in his dream, and entered this magical university with a high score.

Just when he was ignorant, his family once again helped him make a decision: due to the qualification certification issued by the Education Bureau, his family happily sent him to this higher education school, which is known as a bachelor's, master's and doctor's degree and certified by the Ministry of Education.

"It's always been someone else who makes a decision for me, maybe it's time for me to make my own decision today......"

Zheng Qing held the red flame in his hand and looked blankly at the small puddle in front of him.

On the sparkling water, there is a blurred face reflected, and the facial features are not clear enough, only a red right eye, which is delicate and shining under the reflection of the waves.

It's like the eyes of those demons outside the 'Four Elephants Circle'.

It's also very similar to the eyes of the pig demon he saw in Damingfang through the 'Oster's Guardian'.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qing's mood became more and more depressed.

Because he remembered many details that he had subconsciously overlooked.

For example, when he was in Damingfang, many wizards on both sides of the street supported the 'Oster's Guard', but only Zheng Qing was found by the pig demon and hit him headlong; for example, on the admission plane, when he came face to face with the banshee named Nikita in the lounge of the flight attendant, the other party had crazy eyes and whispered murmurs; and not long ago, when he was on night patrol at Linzhong Lake, the kappa demon jumped out when he was passing by.

If one experience can be explained as bad luck, and two experiences can be said to be unfavorable, then after three, four, or five times, even if Zheng Qing is dull, he finally notices these strange places.

He narrowed his right eye slightly, hiding the somewhat glaring red.

When he was examined in the school hospital before, both the therapists and the professors of the college told him to relax and not to worry about the impact of 'a little bruising' on him, let alone the unfounded rumors in the college.

Zheng Qing was naturally as good as a stream, and he never took the bruise in his right eye seriously - at that time, he was full of confidence in his identity. Growing up eating steamed buns and drinking rice porridge since he was a child, doesn't he know what kind of 'variety' he is?

But now, looking at the hint of red in his eyes, Zheng Qing's heart suddenly lost a little confidence.

He was a little afraid to confirm his identity.

If the demons were always able to accurately chase his breath, then there were only two possibilities: he was a special demon, or he was the 'Tang Monk Meat' that the demons liked very, very, very much - the two results were so bad that for a while Zheng Qing didn't know which outcome he preferred.

But he finally had one thing that was slightly certain, and that was the group of fierce and demonic guys outside, which was most likely attracted by him.

Zheng Qing raised the red flame in his palm, tilted his head, and pressed it hard towards his right eye. With a slight tingling sensation in the eye sockets, the warm and active feeling in the palm of the hand gradually disappeared. Although he didn't look in the mirror, Zheng Qing knew that the red flame should be stuffed into his eyes again.

"Hmm!"

He snorted, clutched his head, and fell to his knees with his legs limp.

A severe headache came suddenly, as if someone was holding a chisel and using a sledgehammer to chisel his skull from the outside, and it was like a balloon hidden in his skull, and suddenly it was flat.

In Zheng Qing's impression, since he was eight years old, he never seemed to have experienced such a severe headache again.

There was a faint whisper of the fierce whispering arguments of the partners. Fighting, leaving, or staying, no matter which choice is full of risks, but it has its own advantages. Everyone is sticking to their opinion, and everyone's opinion is correct.

Zheng Qing covered his eyes and slowly sat up.

The headache came and went quickly, chiseling his skull, which made his brain a little clearer.

Reason—or the shadow experience that kept coming to mind—told him that staying in the hunting party and relying on others to constantly 'ward off disasters' was the best way for him to survive in the hunting grounds.

Anyway, no one knows that he attracted those demons, and no one will blame him for that.

Except for himself.

That's another thing that 'feelings' told him: it's not right to stay in the hunting team.

There's no reason to put other people in danger because of you.

Nor can you push others into the abyss of death because of yourself.

Thinking of the blue that was swallowed into his stomach by the white wolf demon king, and thinking of Xiao Xiao who was stuffed into his mouth by the huge King Kong giant ape, Zheng Qing felt as if his heart had been stabbed hundreds of times by something.

He reached into the gray cloth bag around his waist and pulled out a pile of talisman paper.

Now that I already know that those things are coming for me.

Well, naturally, things become much simpler.

"It turns out that the choice is not an easy thing. ”

He chuckled and tied two armor talismans to his legs, then two more, and two more—until there was no way for the talismans to stack any further.

"Wait a minute, it's going to be very windy. ”

Zheng Qing flashed this thought in his heart, but he couldn't help but think that if no one knew what he was doing, even if he pulled the wind again, it would be a little regrettable that he would walk in brocade clothes at night.

He opened the Dharma book in his hand and whispered three short mantras in a slightly regretful voice:

"Shang Sleep!"

"Still sleepless!"

"Shang Mei Wucong!"

Invisible fluctuations rippled from the Dharma Book, and in the blink of an eye, the entire Dharma Circle was enveloped.

Puff, puff, puff.

The sound of his body falling to the ground sounded one after another.

Zheng Qing squinted his right eye, turned around, looked at his sleeping companions, and smacked his lips - "Ah, in fact, the last spell should have been saved." I was going to tell you a few words...... But under 'Shang Mei Wudeaf', I can't hear the conversation when I sleep!"

"Miscalculated, miscalculated. ”

Zheng Qing shook his head, and finally gave up leaving a small note, but added a 'mayfly feather' to himself, and walked straight out of the enveloping range of the Four Elephants Circle.

The surrounding demon group suddenly stirred, but they were forced to stare at scarlet eyes and salivate all over the ground under the strong restraint of their respective leaders.

"Want to eat me?!"

Zheng Qing laughed twice, and shouted at the top of his voice:

"If you want to eat, come here!"

"I'm waiting for you on the edge of the sky...... If you can't catch up, don't blame me for not having a treat!"

After that, his figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he had already broken through the first line of defense of the demon group, like a puff of green smoke, and a cloud of smoke rushed towards the direction where the horizon was.

The demons in place were stunned for a few seconds, and then they turned around in anger as the leaders roared in annoyance, and spread the girls frantically.

From a distance in the sky, on the green canvas, there was a small red dot in the front, and a pitch-black, sandstorm-like beast tide behind him, chasing him away.