Bullets are always most threatening when they are not fired.
The same goes for spells.
The spells included in the Dharma book, in a state of being triggered but not used, can best allow both parties in the conflict to maintain a certain degree of calmness and restraint. Zheng Qing needs the two dark wizards opposite him to stay calm, and he also needs to restrain his own hot blood.
impulse.
Because he is not alone now.
There is also a little white cat beside him who has lost his magic power and has almost no ability to protect himself. He must find a way to take the little white cat away safely - rush forward to duel with two unknown black wizards
, is not considered by young public-sponsored students.
First, after more than half a year of school life, he has gradually learned the cautious and cautious style of wizards, and he must not take risks unless he is fully prepared; secondly, at the moment, he does not have many means to deal with the two dark wizards.
The most powerful talisman gun was stuffed into his head by Mr. Yong, and the spell book that he was familiar with was stuffed into the deepest part of the gray cloth bag for similar reasons. There were a few talismans, but there was no proper chance to release them.
As for the Dharma book borrowed from the library, due to quality and version issues, it can only hold five spells.
Tomorrow is Monday. In order to get up on time, he has collected a wake-up mantra early, "Eight Luan Cang Cang, the Emperor's Corpse is Carried Up"; when he needs to wash clothes at night, he has collected in advance a "Thinly dirty my private parts, thin my clothes";
In order to prevent him from returning to the dormitory too late and being locked out, he included a door-opening spell: "Under the Hengmen, the door is defenseless" - the last spell was just when he was in the Gini hut, Zheng Qing took advantage of Jiang Yu and Kolma
It was recorded while the senior sister was chatting. To do this, he erased a weak leg curse.
There are two vacancies left, one belongs to the omnipotent binding spell, and the other belongs to the "Xingmai Mimi" known as the coma spell.
Therefore, right now, Zheng Qing is actually using two control magics to confront two dangerous dark wizards.
Zheng Qing has never felt that he could be so passive.
He secretly swore in his heart that the next time he left school, he would erase the miscellaneous spells in the book and pre-record a series of spells with enough deterrent power.
As for now.
This stalemate cannot continue.
The boy took a deep breath.
The little white cat at his feet sighed heavily, flicked its tail, and slapped his ankle hard, as if complaining about how the boy next to him could be so slow.
"Why is he still standing?"
"I wonder...will it expire?"
"It doesn't make sense, I just got married the day before yesterday..."
"Maybe it's because of the gust of wind just now?"
Two dark wizards were whispering not far away. Zheng Qing felt something bad in his heart. He took a few steps back, put the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth and made a cross. The breath on the tip of his nose suddenly became clearer.
Then he finally smelled a slightly sweet smell in the air.
But it was too late. When he took two hasty steps back again, the long-awaited effects of the drug finally broke out. A few strings of gold stars flashed before the young public-funded student's eyes. His legs went weak and he fell down neatly.
on the ground.
Because the little white cat had discovered the abnormality before him, she held her breath early. Therefore, when Zheng Qing threw herself to the ground, she still had the strength to jump on the wizard's head, step on his ears, and bravely rush in.
A dark wizard roared.
But that's all.
"Huh... I finally fell. I almost thought I was deceived by the bastards from Wandering Bar!"
"Are you going to strip them naked?"
"Wait a minute and let him lie down for a while... You first put away the amulet and Dharma book that the girl dropped on the ground. You must take action tonight. Although the boy used it is junk, it is still worth a bit of gold."
"What about people? What to do with people?"
"Draw some blood and we'll keep it for them for a while. Let them make a silent contract...the old rules...don't go too far and make the school angry, and we can't let these two little guys get away easily."
"I think it's okay to ask them to pay a 'blood management fee' of five silver cents every month."
"The things that girl uses are quite expensive. You can't give them a discount. She needs a golden bean every month, as well as the school's specialty talismans or potions!"
"What a pity... It would be great if we were the Greyback brothers. This kind of fresh little wizard is very valuable in the new world. Even here, there are many parts of men that can be sold, and there are good places for women... Hehe.
"
The dark wizard's obscene laughter could be heard in his ears, and the young public-funded student fell to the ground and struggled in vain.
It's a pity that at this moment, his mouth is crooked and his eyes are slanted, and his hands and feet are numb, as if they are a puddle of mud. In addition to thinking normally and his two eyeballs can move smoothly, he can't even move a little finger.
Even so, the two dark wizards were still extremely cautious and did not rush up to clean up the two young wizards immediately. After a few minutes of fussing, the short wizard went up alone and tried to get close to Zheng Qing who was lying on the ground.
"boom!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The short wizard stepped on the talisman that Zheng Qing had quietly left on the ground before, and saw a flash of red light. Five blazing fireballs appeared out of thin air, surrounding the short wizard, spinning several times, and booming.
burst.
This is a new talisman that Zheng Qing developed by combining the five fireball spells and the explosive talisman. It is very powerful and can summon five fireballs in an instant, which can explode at will.
Before the joy in Zheng Qing's eyes rose, he saw the little man who was killed by the fireball burst into pieces and turned into a pile of burnt black paper, falling to the ground.
Not far away, the figure of the short wizard emerged from the darkness again.
There was no trace of life or anger on his face, as if he had just sprained his foot accidentally. He was still walking towards Zheng Qing with his ridiculous duck steps. The short companion did not even pay attention to this side.
Move a little, still squatting on the ground, and carefully check the magic supplies Jiang Yu had scattered before.
Zheng Qing did not give up his struggle.
He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and focused all his attention on the blue-gray box in his mind - although his hands, feet, mouth, and tongue were all paralyzed, he still had a head and was conscious.
consciousness!
'Please!'
The young public-funded student prayed secretly, trying his best to turn his only thoughts and outline the details of the Colt Python in his mind bit by bit - the barrel, the runner, the firing pin, the firing pin spring, and the hammer.
Spring, trigger, handle, sight, as well as the runes and formations attached to the gun body as thin as a mosquito's feet, and the most important rune bullets.
Perhaps because he only had his mind to turn at the moment, so he was extremely focused, the process of sketching the rune gun in his mind went very smoothly this time.
When the short wizard walked up to the young wizard with stiff steps, a dim and bluish rune gun had already appeared in Zheng Qing's mind.
"Squeak."
A clear opening sound sounded in Zheng Qing's ears, and the lid of the blue-gray box in his mind opened a small crack.
The short wizard bent down, picked up the little white cat by its patterned head, and threw her a few steps away - the little white cat just tried to bite his finger - and at the same time reached out to grab the gray cloth bag on the wizard's waist.
The moment his fingertips touched the gray cloth bag, the dark wizard's body suddenly froze in place.
"Grass!"
He cursed under his breath.
A rune gun appeared silently behind his head, unattended and floating out of thin air.
The cold barrel of the gun pressed firmly against the back of his head.
"Click."
This is the sound of the magazine rotating and the bolt opening.