Dylan's full name is 'Dylan O'Brien Talbot', and he also has beautiful black curly hair and green eyes, but because he has vampire blood in his body, compared to this Michael, Dylan is
His skin tone is much paler.
While these thoughts were passing through Zheng Qing's mind, Michael Talbot, who was chatting with him, was following what he had just said and talking about the Changbai Mountain red head on the wall:
"... Chiqiu's favorite is the 'Xiong Ba' produced in Heifengkou, Changbai Mountain. When trapping them, it is most suitable to use the fresh flesh and blood of the Xiong Ba... What is the 'Xiong Ba'? It is a kind of animal that has a front body like a bear and a hind body
The pig-like spirit is far more powerful than a bear or a pig, and its taste is fatter than a wild boar. It is said that it is the result of a cross between a bear and a pig..."
Zheng Qing couldn't bear to hear the word 'hybrid' the most right now. He couldn't help but pointed at the ornaments hanging on the wall and interrupted: "Are you interested in hunting Changbai Mountain red scorpions?"
"It's not specifically about Changbai Mountain Chiqiu."
Michael folded his arms and looked casual, but couldn't wait to say: "...As of last month, I have hunted seven fire dragons, alone. Before Christmas this year, I want to improve this record
to double digits...and then make a fire dragon skull that is at least as beautiful as the one on the wall."
He also looked up at the red skull on the wall.
"I can almost smell the dragon's blood on you." Zheng Qing recalled the lessons he had received at Qingqiu Mansion and tried his best to compliment.
Michael raised his hand in front of his eyes, turned it over and looked at it. He laughed and said thank you: "Thank you... your badge is also very beautiful. Haha, the Merlin Gold Medal? It is said that you can only get it by hunting the big monster."
honor!"
Zheng Qing blinked. He didn't know if Dylan's cousin did this on purpose or if he was just out of his mind. A few minutes ago, he had just introduced the battle with Whateley during the winter vacation, but he ignored it. At this time, old things
Mention it again, are you looking for something to talk about when you have nothing to say?
Or maybe this child has wolf poison in his brain, so he is a little confused?
Although he had all kinds of slander in his heart, on the surface, Zheng Qing still acted modestly: "This medal was obtained by cooperating with the school and the Trident Sword during the winter vacation last year to hunt down a fallen wizard... I am just a little bit
The contribution is not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning...the honor belongs to the First University!"
He raised the fruit wine in his hand and ended his modesty with one unmistakable sentence.
"Honor belongs to First University!"
Michael also raised his glass and touched Zheng Qing's glass, then leaned forward and lowered his voice slightly: "Although it is very unsociable to do so, I have always felt that the only true honor is the honor that belongs to you... Just look at the daytime
You deserve this medal for your performance at the foot of Mount Li."
Looking at his sincere eyes, Zheng Qing didn't know for a moment whether he was sincerely complimenting him or mocking himself, so he could only laugh twice and remain silent.
Zheng Qing kept his mouth shut, and Michael next to him was a little confused.
The young werewolf of the Tarbot family drank up the fruit wine in the cup and stared at the Changbai Mountain Red Dragon for a long time. Until the wizards around them changed several times, they still raised their heads, looking like they were nailed to the spot.
After Zheng Qing drank the last sip of fruit wine, he suddenly realized something.
"Are you looking for me... for something?" He asked tentatively - he should have thought that if it was just to say hello, this werewolf guy wouldn't chat with him for so long.
.
Hearing Zheng Qing speak, Michael Talbot breathed a heavy sigh of relief, turned around and said with a smile: "It's nothing important... I heard that you organized a hunting team and it has been officially registered with the alliance.
Already?"
"Yes, the Yu Zui hunting team has been established for more than a year." Zheng Qing nodded cautiously, thinking that Dylan, his cousin, wanted to cooperate with Yu Zui in some aspect: "But the hunting team is based on double
It is organized on a head-to-head basis, with other hunters in the team helping to take care of daily affairs..."
"Yes, yes, I heard it, I heard it too... The youngest son of the Tianmen Zhang family will serve as the other 'head' of your hunting team." Michael nodded repeatedly, but the conversation changed: "Dylan is also in your hunting team.
In the team, right?"
"Yes." Zheng Qing became more and more confused, so his answer became more concise.
"I would like to ask you to help me be a mediator and persuade Dylan to take on his responsibilities as a son of a noble family." Michael's expression was a little awkward, and his voice unconsciously became much lower.
"What is the obligation of a descendant of an aristocratic family?" Zheng Qing felt like he had a toothache.
He hated this feeling of unclear speech and being surrounded by clouds and mountains.
The werewolf man in front of him obviously noticed the boy's impatience and explained succinctly: "Well... I just want to persuade him to accept the blind date arranged by his family."
The last two words immediately reminded Zheng Qing of the gossip he heard at the beginning of the semester, and what happened when Dylan returned to the dormitory at the beginning of the semester and started participating in sorority parties crazily.
"Is it about the zombie bride?" he asked carefully.
Dylan did not return to school in time when school started in the next year because his elders wanted him to marry a bride from the zombie clan, hoping that the union of the two would give birth to a higher-level person who combines the blood of the top three Yuexia clans.
The bloodline of the girl. As for taking on this important responsibility, Dylan didn’t want to have any other close encounters other than finger contact with a zombie lady whose physical age was over 500 years old, so he ran away for a long time.
Michael's face was slightly stiff, he was silent for a few seconds, and nodded hard: "Since you know...Dylan is a forbidden son of werewolves and vampires. When O'Brien and Talbot accepted his birth, it meant that he needed to
At some point in the future, he will assume his corresponding responsibilities. Originally, he should be the one to do the spring hunt in Shanglin Garden this time."
Zheng Qing suddenly felt a headache.
"This kind of thing shouldn't be involved by an outsider like me."
He considered the words and gave an example that he thought suited the werewolf's taste: "I don't know if you have ever used the toilet invented by the White Guys... When using the toilet, how difficult is it to let the shit fall in the right place? So this
That's how difficult it is... What I mean by 'right place' is a place where when a piece of shit falls, the splash of water won't hit your butt."
This metaphor is extremely vulgar.
But it very accurately describes the subtlety of the difficulty for Dylan to accept the corpse bride. And compared to other children of aristocratic families, the Talbot family, who have werewolf blood, obviously accept this metaphor very highly.
"As Dylan's roommate and teammate, you are not considered an outsider."
At this time, Michael showed a completely different shrewdness than before: "This is why I asked you to help... I just hope that there is room for recovery before he has a bigger conflict with his family."