Xu was aware of the vampire's gaze, and the yellow civet on the shelf shook his beard and stopped talking.

Then it hesitated for a few seconds, then raised its paw and waved at the gazes of the brushes below the shelves as if it were greeting.

This action was so familiar that Zheng Qing jumped on the spot.

"Brother Huang?" the young public student shouted, startling the young wizards around him.

The Duke of Milton was not deterred by his cries, nor did he stop the witch's slightly agitated demeanor, but did not say a word, and looked at the scene with interest. As for the 'walnut mouse' on the chariot, he squinted from beginning to end, looking like he couldn't wake up, as if he didn't bother to watch the interaction between some young wizard and the civet cat.

on the shelves.

The yellow civet tugged at his ears and snorted, which was regarded as an answer to Zheng Qing's greeting. Then he continued to lower his head, holding the small dried fish, and gnawed on it with relish.

", why are you here?!" Zheng Qing felt that 10,000 alpacas had run through his heart, and at the same time subconsciously looked left and right: "Is he here too......?" Is that the shop his own?"

Naturally, he was referring to Mr. Wu.

Because there were a few strange guys in the field-whether it was the Duke of Milton or the big man of the rat clan, Zheng Qing didn't feel that he had any good friendship with him-so Zheng Qing was a little thoughtful when he asked, and asked vaguely.

If the yellow civet was really the one he knew, then it must have understood its own questions.

The civet cat, who was squatting on a high place, did not answer the question of the young scholarship student.

It was still intently nibbling on the small golden dried fish, as if the sky was falling and there was no way to distract it.

This only made the young government-funded students more and more convinced of their speculations.

He was very familiar with the cat - it can be said that as a child, more than half of his fantasies were related to the cat.

Don't get me wrong, the reason why it is said to be related to the cat is because it used to haunt Mr. Wu's bookstore, and when Zheng Qing stayed in the store to practice calligraphy when he was a child, he saw the cat's various humanized behaviors more than once.

For example, opening a door with a cat's paw hooking a key, dancing solo in the sunlight through the window, or squatting on a thick dictionary, squinting and reading, and every once in a while, turning the pages with a paw stained with cat saliva.

These magical behaviors greatly enrich the inner world of the little boy, making him full of fantasies about the world of fairies, ghosts, and myths.

It's just that when he grew up, he finally received an admission letter from a wizarding university, and finally entered a wizarding world, not the Xianxia world that he had been thinking about for a long time.

......

"Is that him?"

"Guess. ”

"No, it can't be him...... If he was really on the island, he wouldn't have let me be so presumptuous. ”

"Hehe, you also know that you are presumptuous?"

"If he was really still on the island, the school wouldn't be so messy...... There is no need to send that notice to the council. The Duke of Milton shook his head, nodded again, and finally affirmed his thoughts.

"Hey, young man. On the step, the walnut mouse sneered, but there was no intention of arguing.

Xiao Xiao stood aside, pricked up his ears, and carefully wrote down every word between the Duke of Milton and the Rat Immortal, and wrote down the inexplicable words they said. He felt as if he had guessed the unfinished point of their conversation.

The other young wizards who were watching were wisely silent.

Only Zheng Qing seemed to have forgotten the terrible vampire next to him, but hurriedly gathered under the shelf, tilted his head, looked at the yellow civet, and wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start, I didn't know if it was appropriate to say now, here, or not.

......

After the conversation between the Duke of Milton and the rat fairy ended, there was silence for a moment.

That is until he notices that the young scholarship student is swaggering under the shelves.

The rotating patriarch of the Karen family finally raised an eyebrow, as if he felt as if his majesty had been offended.

Then he raised his arm and held out a finger.

A little red light suddenly lit up on his fingertips, and then a thin flame rolled up and slammed into the young wizard's back. Unlike the previous red flames that swept through the doors and windows, the center of this red flame exuded a hint of blue and black color, and at a glance, it gave people an indestructible, or full of sense of destruction.

Yelena's shot was the fastest, and the remaining tarot cards that had been surrounding her jumped in front of the thin flame like arrows from the string, layering on top of each other, like shields trying to block one or two.

But her actions were like a mantis arm as a car, and fifty or sixty tarot cards were pierced by the thin flame, and the volley turned into flying ashes.

Jiang Yu, who followed closely, also threw out another jade pendant, but it was also easily penetrated by the thin flame, turning into several fragments and falling to the ground with a clatter.

Xiao Xiao was a little late in reacting because his previous attention was all focused on the conversation between the vampire and the rat immortal, and when he took out a piece of tortoise shell from his arms and threw it into the air, his tortoise shell only grazed the tail of the thin flame, which did not play a role at all.

And Zhang Jixin and Xin Fatzi, who were helpless, one had red eyes and the other was blue, obviously planning to fight the vampire.

As far away, the young wizards of the Ouroboros were caught off guard by Duke Milton's abrupt move, watching the thin flames rush towards Zheng Qing, watching the efforts of the Guilty Hunting Team and the witches to no avail.

Except for Zheng Qing, who had his back to the vampire, all the young wizards in the room fell into despair for a while.

"Meow!"

A shrill meow broke the despair.

What followed was half of the leftover dried fish.

The small dried fish roared, like lightning, brushed past Zheng Qing's ear, and smashed heavily on the red thin flame. The originally fierce and indestructible red flame was smashed by dried fish, like fireworks thrown into the lake, flickered a few times, and then quietly annihilated.

Only a wisp of blue-white smoke was left behind, rising down the air.

Zheng Qing realized it at this time, and turned his head to look behind him.

In addition to the relieved expressions of his companions, he also saw the vampire's grim expression.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the door of the store, which had been closed, slammed open. The red fireworks shrouded in the doors and windows seemed to see a cat and a mouse, flowing into the cracks of the doors, windows, and floors, and disappeared without a trace.

A tall figure stood in the doorway, with the sun and the sky on his back, facing a room full of cats, mice, and mice, vampires, and a group of staggering young wizards.

"Enough!"

.。 Museum of Literature