Chapter 160 The Messenger

It's half past three in the afternoon.

There are less than two hours left until the weekend's liberation. Because it was during class time, the entire school was enveloped in a quiet atmosphere.

After Zheng Qing walked out of Classroom 101 in the teaching building, he walked a few steps. As soon as he was out of the corridor, he guessed that no one could hear his footsteps, so he ran away, running towards the dormitory in a hurry.

Along the way, apart from the sound of him gasping for breath, he could only hear the occasional cold wind passing through the treetops, causing a low whine. If the cold wind blows like this on weekdays, the young wizard will definitely take a few windproof and warm talismans on his body, and then walk slowly with his head down, never willing to let those cold guys get into his clothes. collar.

Only not today.

The young wizard's time is very tight - he used a semi-inducing method to deceive half a class vacation from Teacher Zhang, and he must not waste it on walking.

But even though he rushed all the way back to the dormitory, he had to stop at the door of the dormitory for a few minutes, waiting for Master Ni to let him go.

Unlike the wizard who was waiting impatiently, Mr. Ni Wu always seemed to be unhurried and unhurried.

He opened his eyes lazily, opened his mouth lazily, stuck out his tongue lazily, rolled the waste smoke pill Zheng Qing handed over into his mouth, and then smacked his mouth with unfinished content. The only thing that was different was that Mr. Ni Wu looked at the young public-sponsored student a little more today, as if he was surprised why the young wizard came back so early.

Because Mr. Ni Wu almost never talked to his classmates and was always inflexible, even if he was looked at by the little bronze beast with a scrutinizing gaze, Zheng Qing just smiled with him and waited silently for it to open the door, feeling completely at ease in his heart. There is no thought of making jokes.

The corridors of the dormitory were also unusually quiet.

If there is any difference between the quiet here and outside, it is that the corridor is quieter than on campus outside, and there is a little more heating. When rushing into the dormitory, such a nonsensical comparison floated in the mind of the young public-funded student. .

But this thought only passed away for a moment.

And as Zheng Qing opened the dormitory door, the silence that had been maintained all the way came to an end.

"Fuck! Why are you here?!"

The young public-funded student stood half in the dormitory and half in the corridor outside. He stared at the figure who appeared in the dormitory with a confused look on his face: "Also, what are you doing..."

"I'll go! I should ask you this, right... What time is it? Why are you running back? The legendary truancy?!" In the dormitory, a naked and handsome wizard was panicking He hurriedly put on a robe and couldn't help but said frantically: "As for why I'm here...because I just got up!! Where would I be if I wasn't here!! And you, can you come in next time?" Knock on the door first! Would you be more polite?"

The crazy wizard is Dylan.

After hearing his answer, Zheng Qing suddenly woke up. Mr. Vampire Werewolf's work and rest schedule is exactly the opposite of everyone else's. While others go out early and come back late, he goes home early and goes out late. Occasionally going out for a walk during the day is equivalent to staying up all night.

It's almost four o'clock in the afternoon, which is about the time Dylan wakes up according to his daily habits.

But on weekdays, when everyone comes back from get out of class, this elegant Yuexia aristocrat is usually dressed properly, with oil on his head, powder on his face, a crisp robe, a tight belt, and shiny cufflinks—— This is the first time in Zheng Qing's memory that he was so 'honest and honest' like today.

Although he really wanted to see how some of the reproductive organs of vampire werewolves were different from those of normal wizards, for the sake of life safety, the young public-funded student still very obediently moved his eyes to the six-poster bed next to him.

Well, it looks like Dylan did just get up. His six-poster bed looked very messy with the big red curtain still closed. Through the gap in the tent, he could see that the lid of the black coffin was also wide open, like a monster that chose people to devour.

This is not a good sign.

The young public-funded student hurriedly averted his eyes and moved his gaze diagonally upward.

Then a flash of yellow light came unexpectedly, almost blinding him.

"Damn it! Why is that bronze mirror still hanging there!" Zheng Qing covered his eyes and shouted: "Didn't I tell you to throw it away a long time ago? After hanging it for such a long time, the talisman on it has long since expired. !”

The bronze mirror he was talking about was a few months ago, before the sand bug was caught by the school. Because of the widespread rumors on campus, many students were decorating their dormitories with various decorations to ward off evil spirits. Dormitory 403 is no exception. Including peach wood swords, evil-proof ash, and anti-evil charms carved all over the house.

This bronze mirror was also hung in the dormitory by Dylan at that time.

Later, after the sand bug was caught and the rumors were eliminated, Zheng Qing suggested more than once to take off the mirror from the ceiling. But because everyone found it troublesome, and the elves would occasionally fly in front of the mirror for a while, the matter was postponed again and again, until today, and the young wizard was blinded again. .

"If you want to lose it, do it yourself, no one will stop you!" Dylan's angry voice came from the side.

Hearing that his voice had become normal, the young public-funded student carefully removed the hand covering his eyes. I saw Mr. Vampire Werewolf standing in front of the dressing mirror as always, taking care of his image meticulously. From time to time, he would reach into the small copper box in front of him, scoop out some viscous liquid, and apply it to his head.

At the same time, the elves who noticed the return of the government-funded students also flew up from their belly, finished their afternoon nap, or poured tea, or ironed towels, or tidied the desk and bed, looking like little masters at home. appearance.

"You haven't told me why you came back so early today?!" As if aware of the prying eyes of the public-funded student, Dylan glanced at him sideways, repeated the previous question, and guessed at the same time: "What have you been doing these days? Aren’t you always talking about going to Qingqiu Mansion? Is that why you left early today? That teacher Hilda is so talkative?”

Only then did Zheng Qing remember the trouble he was in and couldn't help but scream.

"Oops! I almost forgot!"

He didn't bother to explain to Dylan that the practical class this afternoon was canceled and was changed to a talisman class, nor did he care about Dylan's surprised look. With just one quick step, he jumped into the dormitory, kicked off his shoes twice, plunged into his six-poster bed, and put down the curtain.

Through the thick curtain, he said to Dylan in a hurried tone: "When they come back, tell them that Lao Yao has arranged something for me today, which is quite troublesome... I guess I won't be able to go to the Qingqiu Guild Hall for a while. Tell them not to wait for me...I will make amends to Li Meng later!"

"Originally, I planned to leave Zhihe to deliver the message, but you happen to be here, so I'll let you deliver it."

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