On Saturday afternoon, Zheng Qing moved back to Dormitory 403 from Qingqiu Mansion.
He wanted to take advantage of the start of school tomorrow to create a bit of life in the dormitory and prove to his roommates that he had been behaved during the winter vacation.
Although he was very well-behaved to begin with.
It was ten months since there was no one, but the dormitory was not as cold as Zheng Qing imagined. There were a few fresh sunflowers on the desk, and a few elves were lying lazily on the huge flower trays. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the glass windows and fell on
Between the petals and their wings, a charming halo spreads out. The round fat cat's body is balled up, lying on its paws in the shadow of the sunflower, and its long purring sound makes people wonder.
Grab two handfuls of it.
"I'm back!"
The young public-sponsored student opened his arms and yelled, which ruined the atmosphere.
The purring sound suddenly stopped. It tugged at its ears without opening its eyes. It just turned around very roughly, pointed its plump butt towards Zheng Qing, flicked its tail, and then continued its afternoon nap.
Hurrah!
A group of elves flew out from the curtains of the boy's bed, chattering, and their delicate little faces showed joyful expressions. However, the few on the sunflowers were still a little lazy and lacked energy.
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"What happened to them?"
Zheng Qing didn't pay attention to Tuantuan's rudeness - to him, the fat cat was very friendly if he could hold back his irritable mood without jumping up and scratching him twice - but those sleepy elves made him
Feeling a little abnormal.
Come on!
Come on!
A few clever elves flapped their wings and landed in front of the boy's nose. They gestured with their arms and tried to describe the status of their companions to him. At the same time, Zheng Qing had also arrived at the desk, lowering his head and looking at the sunflowers.
Elf on the flower plate.
They seemed to be awake, yet they seemed to be asleep at the same time. Their auras were slightly undulating, but there was a sense of liveliness and agility from the inside out, which was completely different from their sleepy appearance at the moment. Their whole bodies exuded a sense of anxiety.
A hazy feeling of conflict.
The keen-eyed wizard easily discovered the abnormality - the three elves on the flower plate all had two groups of pointed, curled wings under their ribs, like the unexpanded wings of a new cicada that had just shed its shell in summer.
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Like a butterfly in a cocoon.
This was the first thought that came to Zheng Qing's mind.
When the bug turns into a cocoon and turns into a butterfly, life enters a new stage. If we follow this inference, these little elves on the flower plate are in the stage of evolutionary transformation?
But he had never heard that ordinary alchemy creatures also had the possibility of evolution, especially elves. In order to save them, Zheng Qing read a lot of books about elves, and none of them mentioned the possibility of their evolution. Fragile
Their bodies, weak magic power, and simple alchemical structure have locked the upper limit of their lives.
Just like the half-blood werewolves and furry foxes of the Yuexia clan, they will never have the opportunity to peek into the realm of the great wizard.
unless--
Zheng Qing raised his hand and stared at the fine lines on his palm. It was as if he could see through the thin layer of skin the blood vessels that were trembling slightly between the bones and flesh, as well as the bright red blood flowing gurglingly in the blood vessels.
He spent a lot of money to treat these elves in the first place - "blood money" in the literal sense - of course, now that he knows the special characteristics of his blood, he is naturally vaguely prepared for the strange behavior of the elves.
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I just don’t know if all elves will undergo transformation, or if only some elves can break through this layer of opportunity.
During this winter vacation, Zheng Qing began to miss Dr. Xiao urgently for the first time. If he were in the dormitory, he would definitely be able to give a relatively appropriate solution to the strange behavior of these elves.
It's just that compared with last year, this year's Spring Festival is a little later, arriving one week before the end of winter vacation, so the time for students to return to school is much later than last year, and most of them returned on the last day.
Even though Zheng Qing was anxious in his heart, he could only wait for his roommates to return.
Tuk Tuk!
There was a dull knocking sound outside the window.
Zheng Qing put down the "Classical Rituals" in his hand and walked to the balcony with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't know who would write to him at this time after he had just entered the dormitory.
Opening the window, the ever-green paper crane flapped its wings and flew into the room, circled around the ceiling a few times, and swayed on the bronze mirror hanging with thin wires, and then landed calmly.
into the wizard's open palm.
The ears that had been napping suddenly stood up, slowly rotating with the flying paper cranes, and finally pointed the auricles in the direction of Zheng Qing.
Before opening the letter, the wizard had already judged its origin from the faint fragrance on the paper crane.
The letter has no beginning or end, only five beautiful small characters:
"Night, cat fruit tree."
A silly laugh rang out in the empty dormitory. The fat cat's ears that had just been erected suddenly fell down and curled up even tighter.
The waiting time is always extremely long.
As soon as the sky turned dark, the black cat couldn't wait to slip out of the window of dormitory 403.
Tomorrow is the day of registration, and the cat fruit tree has changed from its sparse appearance during the winter vacation. It is now full of large and small fluffy fruits, and compared with before the holiday, these fruits are much plumper.
Black Cat always feels that he should accept a round of New Year's greetings from the fruits to consolidate his position in the cat fruit tree.
Breeze on cold night.
Under the dim moonlight, the sparkling light on Linzhong Lake in the distance looks a bit like a lake, just like the grove under the night, full of the artistic conception of ink painting.
The little white cat hasn't come yet.
This made the black cat that came excitedly slow down a little. It shook its fur as soft as black satin, walked dignifiedly, and circled the cat fruit tree several times, spreading the breath evenly on its body.
Among the nearby bushes, he slowly climbed up to his 'throne'.
From high to low.
One after another, the hairballs left their branches, lined up in an irregular queue, and came to the 'throne' to meet their leader. The black cat reservedly stretched out a paw, allowing each hairball to rub against it.
one time.
When the little white cat came under the tree, the meeting ceremony was not over yet.
After the black cat caught a glimpse of the white cat from the corner of his eye, he immediately left the last few new cats that had not licked his fur, jumped down the tree, and walked around the little white cat to inquire about its current day.
What's the matter with calling me here late?
The little white cat twitched its ears with satisfaction.
It didn't have anything important to do, but it just felt a little unhappy after living in Qingqiu Mansion during this period. Tonight, I came to the Cat Fruit Tree, stepped on the black cat's head, and enjoyed the lake breeze, which finally made it feel a little more relaxed.
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This chapter has been completed!