Is the robe of the sinner really heavy?
If I took over, as a cat, would I still wear a wizard's robe? Or would the Seven Deadly Sins prepare a suitable vest for a cat?
Thinking of this, Zheng Qing suddenly thought of a series of wonderful characters such as the Kalinta Cat Immortal and Panda Abao's raccoon master. He imagined himself wearing a robe and a small white mask, standing in the shadow of a group of tall wizards.
Scenes.
It couldn't help but shudder.
It won't be that bad, Black Cat comforted himself in his heart, and subconsciously speeded up the pace back to the dormitory. But when he passed by a notice booth and saw the somewhat faded hunting team recruitment plan posted on it, he couldn't help but make some calculations silently.
When the time came, he was surprised to find that the second assessment time agreed between the Seven Deadly Sins and him was next Saturday, October 3rd, which is August 15th on the lunar calendar, which is the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Although there was no taboo prohibiting travel in the old almanac on that day, and Zheng Qing stayed at school and did not need to reunite with his family, but on an important festival, it was naturally best not to go out.
It turned around to look for the two masked figures again, and when it decided to change the time, it was already empty under the cat fruit tree. The tree was also empty, not even a cat.
The black cat could only embark on the return journey in frustration.
This time, it took a little longer than last time to forget about the seven deadly sins.
When he returned to the dormitory, it was already two o'clock in the morning. Two purring sounds of different severity came from Fatty Xin's bed. The black cat could easily tell that the heavier one belonged to the fat wizard and the lighter one belonged to the fat cat.
It seems that Xin and his senior sister Linda haven't made any substantial breakthrough yet, Black Cat thought in a wicked way, turning his head and glanced at Dr. Xiao Da's bed.
Still empty.
This made the black cat feel a little worse for no reason. When he jumped into the bed, he didn't even ask the elf to help wipe his paws. The direct result was that when he got up the next day, the wizard found a few mottled plum petals on his pillow.
You can vaguely smell the mud from Linzhong Lake emanating from the footprints.
"Ahhhhh!!"
The roar of a brown bear echoed in dormitory 403, and the earth-shattering howl of the young public-funded student woke up both Dylan, who had just climbed into the coffin, and Fatty Xin, who was sleeping soundly.
"What's the matter? What's the matter?" The fat wizard rubbed his sleepy eyes and climbed out of bed. He held the fat cat snoring in his arms and asked repeatedly: "Is there a witch coming to check the bed? Is it the witch in our class?
?Do I know him?"
Dylan's head was hanging down beside the coffin. Hearing this, he rolled his eyes at Xin and mocked: "Don't bring the scene in your dream to reality... It will lower the standard of our entire dormitory."
Then Mr. Vampire Werewolf turned his head, looked at the public student sitting on the edge of the bed, sniffed, and raised his eyebrows: "Did you turn into a cat last night? You still smell like a group of wild cats."
Then it suddenly dawned on her: "...After turning into a cat, I couldn't help but 'bully' a certain female cat again, and now I'm awake and recalling that I have a bunch of furry cubs?"
He was joking about an embarrassing incident that happened to Zheng Qing in the spring. At that time, the wizard did not have enough understanding of the cruel reality of the cat world, so he was chased by a group of female cats in estrus and fled.
This has become one of the classic jokes in Dormitory 403 and the Exoneration Hunting Team.
When Zheng Qing heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he gritted his teeth and argued: "Shit! It's nothing... don't spread rumors! There is no pregnant cat in the cat fruit tree!"
He was impressed by the low-cost pernicious impact of rumors.
"Oh! I understand! There is no pregnant female cat in the cat fruit tree right now." Dylan repeated in a very needy tone.
"If you argue about this kind of topic, you've already lost half the battle." After Fatty Xin said this, his eyelids drooped, and he threw his head back and fell back on his pillow: "Since it's okay... Huh?"
,call."
Before he finished speaking, the rhythmic purring sounded again. From the beginning to the end, the fat cat lying in his arms did not change its posture, and did not even pause for a moment in purring.
Wow!
The sound of water rushing through the bathroom was heard, and soon Dr. Xiao walked out unsteadily. While tying his belt, he looked the young public-funded student up and down: "...What's the ghost shouting so early in the morning? It affects other people's rest.
"
Zheng Qing had already wrapped up the sheets and pillowcases contaminated by the black cat. He was opening the Dharma book and licking the dry tip of his quill, intending to copy the sentence "Thinly dirty my private parts, thinly clean my clothes" - this is
He learned the laundry spell in the elective life class last year.
Seeing Xiao Xiao's sudden appearance, the young public-funded student was stunned for a few seconds.
"Why are you here?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise, forgetting that he was still holding the quill, so that a drop of dark ink, pulled by gravity, left the tip of the pen and hit the Dharma book hard, contaminating the half-copied book.
Spell.
——Oh, hell, the wizard was hurriedly erasing the stains on the book.
"Why can't I be here!" Hearing Zheng Qing's question, Xiao Xiao looked puzzled and pointed to his nose: "I am still a member of dormitory 403..."
"Brother Scumbag means, didn't you stay up all night last night?" Dylan looked at the chaos outside the coffin with relish, with blue circles under his eyes, and added very kindly: "As a
Someone who has been here, based on my more than a thousand years of emotional experience, I would like to give you some small suggestions... Young people must learn to be moderate...Young people don't know the value of things, and they always shed tears... Look at you, it's only been one night,
I can’t even walk steadily anymore.”
Xiao Xiao's complexion turned from white to green, and then to black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Crack!
Several thick reference books on the desk were automatic without wind, and the pages were turning with a roar; the lights hanging on the ceiling overhead flickered on and off, and an unknown spark bursting sound came from the interface; there was also the one hanging above the dormitory door.
The bronze mirror started to spin, and a layer of heart-stopping red appeared on the surface of the mirror.
The purring of the fat cat and the fat wizard coincidentally dropped a few degrees, becoming inaudible.
Mr. Vampire Werewolf also stopped when he was ready, slid back into the coffin, and fastened the lid of the coffin tightly, as if he had slept forever and did not want to be disturbed.
Zheng Qing's reaction speed has never been fast, but he is not so slow that he waits for the curse to hit his head before he wakes up: "...No need to explain, we all know that Sima called you to the office to discuss historical issues with you."
These words suddenly broke the anger that Dr. Xiao had been holding back for a long time, and he dissipated without knowing where to go.
He grabbed the half-tied belt and stood there thinking for a long time. Finally, he struggled hard and said, "Yesterday we were indeed discussing the history of magic... I ate a glass of cold milk before going to bed at night, which made my stomach feel bad...
Have loose bowels!"
"Cold milk is indeed prone to diarrhea, and it needs to be warmed." Zheng Qing nodded seriously, and corrected him kindly: "...But we generally don't use 'milk' but 'drink milk' and 'eat'.
This verb is a word that only medieval wizards like to use."
This made the doctor even more frustrated.
This chapter has been completed!