Monster Hunting High School

Black and gray clouds piled up into mountains, winding continuously.

Silver-white lightning roared past like a rushing river in the mountains.

The special plane of First University was flying through a storm.

Through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the mess in the restaurant, as if it had just been baptized by a thunderstorm. Tables and chairs were overturned, broken tableware was scattered everywhere, and silver-white curtains were torn from the floor-to-ceiling windows and piled messily on the floor.

The fancy chandelier hanging in the center of the restaurant seemed to have been grabbed and pulled hard. The gilt frame was twisted and the crystal lampshade was covered with cracks.

The restaurant door is closed.

At the entrance, there was a sleeping cobra coiled on a high chair next to the bar. Now the snake is held in a pair of slender hands and tied into various knots.

The cobra bulged its eyes, spat out its tongue, and made a miserable hissing sound.

The succubus was unmoved.

In her heart, she was a hundred times more miserable than this old snake.

The security on the special plane must have known about the incident in the restaurant, and it was only a matter of time before they rushed into the restaurant. Preschoolers were able to give eighteen different answers to the question of what a wizard would do to a lich who had thrown himself into a trap.

Escape directly would not only damage the lich's terrifying reputation, but would also disrupt the captain's arrangements. At that time, the demon's associates will have one hundred and eighty ways to deal with him.

The cobra in his hand has been tied into a tight knot.

The banshee threw away the snake ball in her hand, folded her arms, puffed her mouth, and felt a headache as she looked at the college freshmen huddled in the room, shouting.

"These cowards," muttered Nikita.

In fact, she just snapped her fingers when she walked into the restaurant, letting all the obstructing tables and benches roll aside, pulling down the curtains that blocked the light, and freeing up a clean and bright place for herself to do things.

She hasn't even touched these pink little guys yet.

Not far away, the boy who smelled very good was leaning on an overturned sofa, holding a handful of yellow paper charms in his hand and looking at him firmly. Although he was still trembling, he was much better than those guys who shouted while holding up black donkey hooves or shining silver crosses.

As expected of a man who smells good to him, Nikita had a charming smile on his face. Pick him up when you leave later and bring him to the captain. This should explain why he was exposed.

Maybe the captain is reluctant to eat this little guy, so he will work hard and bite him.

If Zheng Qing knew what Nikita was thinking, he would definitely spit out a mouthful of blood.

His face definitely didn't have a firm expression, it was just a stiff expression because he was too nervous. The horror of this monster was far beyond his imagination.

With just a snap of his fingers, he almost destroyed a restaurant!

What if this snap of fingers was aimed at his face?

Zheng Qing leaned on the sofa and nervously looked at the banshee not far away, with countless terrifying futures rolling through his mind.

Xiao Xiao stood behind him, lowering his voice and saying something quickly, but his voice was too low and too urgent, and Zheng Qing couldn't hear a word clearly.

Li Meng hugged the fox and the dove and hid behind the sofa, revealing only a pair of eyes. There was no trace of fear in his eyes, only excitement and excitement. If it hadn't been for the little monk Shi Yuan dragging her along, she would have screamed and rushed towards the banshee.

Not far behind them, the owner of the cobra, a girl with fair skin and a sharp chin, was sobbing softly.

In the entire restaurant, apart from the new students and their pets, there was only one injured elf.

The situation left these young people feeling hopeless.

"If I had known better, I would have insisted on dragging Lan Que to the restaurant." Li Meng complained softly from behind the sofa: "He looks like he can fight well."

Before coming to the restaurant, several people invited Lanque to have lunch with them. But the cold boy shook his head, holding his sword and continuing to sit quietly and meditate.

"Don't make any noise, just stay back." Zheng Qing gritted his teeth. His breathing was a little rapid, his brain seemed to be lacking oxygen, and strings of Venus kept popping up in front of his eyes.

Li Meng pouted, stuffed the little heads of Poseidon and White Dove back behind the sofa, and became silent.

"A bunch of weak chickens." Not far away, the banshee curled her lips, a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes.

She took out a quill from her bag and opened the Dharma book in her hand.

This is not her Dharma book, but that of the flight attendant in the lounge.

The fluctuations of each fallen wizard's book will be recorded by the authorities. It is very unwise to carry your own Dharma books on the First University plane. So when she borrowed the flight attendant's heart, the banshee also borrowed her Dharma book.

This is a Dharma book bound in Bologna, which should be uniformly distributed by these flight attendants. The light blue cover is not damaged at all, the five gold lines on the spine are bright and clean, and the dipped flowers on the edge of the book are still the story of Poseidon and four little angels.

Nikita vaguely remembered that when she was in college, she could only afford the standard law books awarded by the school. Those thick and bulging soft-cover Dharma books are as irritating to a girl at an age who loves beauty, just like a pimple on her face.

At that time, the Bologna-bound book placed in the window of the Beta Town bookstore was like Cinderella's glass slipper to her, longing for but untouchable.

but now.

Nikita opened this new Dharma book with great boredom. Whether it is the prayer of Athena on the title page or the Khatifa linen paper used on the pages, they all look so vulgar and ridiculous.

"Why did I like this kind of vase-style Dharma calligraphy before?" She thought silently, maybe she just wanted to be more confident in front of him.

Speaking of confidence, there are a few idiots not far away who also want to have this quality.

But being conceited without strength is no different from committing suicide. The banshee raised her head and looked at an overturned dining table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Behind the table, several tall wizards seemed to be ready to make a move.

Zheng Qing also heard those strange movements.

A rough voice encouraged the classmates beside him to take out his talismans and magic weapons and give the demon some color.

"Don't be afraid, she's just a banshee!" The voice seemed very excited: "One person can knock her out with one explosive talisman! Just smash the door of the restaurant and hold on, the registered wizard on the plane will arrive soon! "

Others seemed moved.

"Idiot! We are on a plane now! Aren't you afraid of blowing a hole in the plane and falling in?" Zheng Qing did not dare to look back, so he could only move his lips and whispered to Xiao Xiao.

He's just complaining.

But Xiao Xiao really stood up.

"Don't do anything stupid!" He turned around, looked at the boys, and yelled angrily, not caring at all that he became the most conspicuous target in the restaurant.

"She is a fallen wizard." Xiao said with a smile, and glanced at Nikita: "And she has endured a complete fallen ritual. Demons like her who can completely retain human form and even consciousness are not the same as those of us who can't even go to university. What the freshmen who didn’t get into could face.”

"If she wanted to, she could drain all our blood and rob us all of our souls without alerting anyone."

"Actually, we are already half dead now."

The restaurant fell into an uncomfortable silence.

"Cowards! Since we have already stepped into the gate of hell, we should fight harder!" The boy who encouraged everyone to resist also stood up and said loudly without fear: "If we have given up on living, what is the difference between living and dying! "

Zheng Qing couldn't help but look back.

He was a sturdy boy with a crew cut and a red face. He didn't know whether it was because he was excited or because he was born like this.

This style must be the lunatic of Starry Sky Academy!

Someone seemed to be whispering not far away.