Vol 3 Chapter 296: select

People are always faced with various choices throughout their lives.
For example, choose when to get up in the morning, what to eat for breakfast, how much work to do in the morning, whether to order afternoon tea, when to work overtime in the evening, and how many games to play before going to bed, etc.
All kinds of choices are everywhere, flooding every aspect of our lives, so that some people even define ‘freedom of choice’ as the true meaning of freedom.
However, for Zheng Qing, in his eighteen years of life, there does not seem to be much choice.
Born in a scholarly family, when he opened his eyes in this world, in the visible time in the future, his elders have already chosen everything for him-how old he is to enlighten, when to learn poetry, to practice big characters and choose whose posts, every day What time to sleep, etc.
If there is no such lingering head disease and the round face and gentle Mr. Wu, I am afraid that Zheng Qing should be in a normal university now, sitting in a spacious and bright classroom, looking at the thick desks. Handouts, listen to the professors talk about the truths that he knows are useless after leaving the school.
But the timeline split when he was eight years old.
It was as if a big hand came in from outside the river for a long time, and abruptly turned a small boat going straight ahead into another channel.
The life originally arranged for him at home has undergone some wonderful changes since then.
For example, he has an extra gentleman who sees the dragon but never sees the end, and the bookstore has a yellow lily who can stand upright and open a cupboard to steal dried fish; for example, on his 12th birthday, he went to a magical At the market, I saw three-headed huskies and a mermaid lying in the bathtub, breathing bubbles.
When these changes continued to accumulate and precipitate, a qualitative leap finally took place-a few months ago, he took an admissions exam for Wizarding University in his dream and entered this magical university with a high score.
Just as he was ignorant, his family made a decision for him again: Because of the qualification certification issued by the Education Bureau, the family happily sent him to this higher education school which is known as the undergraduate, master and doctoral program and certified by the Ministry of Education.
"It's always been someone else making decisions for me, maybe I should make a decision by myself today..."
Zheng Qing held the red flame in his hand and stared blankly at the small puddle in front of him.
On the shimmering water surface, a vague face was reflected, and the facial features were not clear enough. Only a bright red right eye was visible, shining brightly under the reflection of waves.
It looked like the eyes of the monsters outside the ‘Four Elephant Array’.
It was also very much like the pig demon's eyes he saw in Damingfang, through the "Guardian of Auster".
Thinking of this, Zheng Qing's mood became even lower.
Because he remembered many details that he had subconsciously ignored.
For example, in Damingfang, many wizards on both sides of the street supported the'Guardian of Auster', but only the place where Zheng Qing was staying was discovered by the pig demon and bumped into it; another example was the entrance plane When he faced the banshee named Nikita in the flight attendant’s lounge, the other party’s crazy eyes and whispered whispers; and not long ago, when Linzhong Lake night patrol, the kappa boy was not early Not too late, he jumped out when he was passing by.
If one experience can be interpreted as bad luck, and two experiences can be said to be short-lived, then after three, four, or five times, even if Zheng Qing is slow, he will finally notice these strange places.
He squinted his right eye slightly, covering the dazzling red.
During the previous examination in the school hospital, whether it was the therapist or the professors of the college, he relaxed his mind. Don't worry about the effect of "a little bit of blood" on him, let alone the unfounded rumors in the college. .
Zheng Qing naturally followed kindness and never took the bruise in his right eye seriously-at that time, he was confident in his identity. He grew up eating steamed buns and rice porridge since he was a child. Doesn't he still know what kind of "variety" he is?
But now, looking at the red color in his eyes, Zheng Qing suddenly lost a bit of confidence.
He was a little afraid to confirm his identity.
If the monsters can always chase his breath accurately, then there are only two possibilities: he is a special monster, or he is the'Tang Monk Meat' that the monsters like very, very, very much-the two results are so bad, So that Zheng Qing didn't know what kind of result he preferred.
But in the end he had one thing that was a little certain, and that was that the group of eager and fierce fellows outside might have been attracted by him.
Zheng Qing raised the red flame in his hand, raised his head, and pressed it to his right eye. Along with the slight tingling sensation in the eye sockets, the warm and active feeling in the palm of his hand gradually disappeared. Although he did not look in the mirror, Zheng Qing knew that the red flame should have been stuffed into his eyes again.
"Well!"
He snorted, covered his head, his legs softened, and knelt on the ground.
The severe headache came suddenly, as if someone was holding a chisel, using a sledge hammer to chisel his skull from the outside; it was also like a balloon hidden in his skull, suddenly inflated.
In Zheng Qing's impression, since the age of eight, he seems to have never experienced such a severe headache again.
The fierce and whispered argument of the partners faintly heard. Either fighting, leaving, or staying, no matter which option is full of risks, they have their own advantages. Everyone is insisting on their opinions, and everyone’s opinions are correct.
Zheng Qing covered his eyes and slowly sat up.
The headache came quickly, and went quickly. He chiseled his head, but it made his brain more sober.
Reason-or the shadow experience that keeps coming up in his mind-tells him that staying in the hunting team and relying on other people to constantly'guard against disasters' is the best plan for his ultimate survival on this hunting ground.
Anyway, no one knew that he had attracted the demons, and no one would blame him for it.
Except for himself.
This is another thing that ‘feeling’ told him: it’s wrong to stay in the hunting team.
There is no reason to put others in danger because of you.
Nor can I push other people into the abyss of death because of myself.
Thinking of the blue being swallowed by the white wolf demon king, thinking of Xiao Xiao who was stuffed into his mouth by the giant King Kong great ape, Zheng Qing felt like his heart was stabbed hard by something. It took a few hundred times.
He reached into the gray cloth bag around his waist and took out a stack of talisman paper.
Now that you know that those things are all for yourself.
Then, things naturally become much simpler.
"It turns out that choosing is not an easy thing."
He chuckled in a low voice, and tied two Ahorse Talismans to his legs, then tied two more, and then tied two more - until the talisman could not continue to stack.
"Wait a minute to run, it will definitely be very exciting."
This thought flashed through Zheng Qing's heart, but he couldn't help but think that if no one knew what he was doing, even if he pulled the wind, he would still be walking at night, which is a little regrettable.
He opened the book in his hand and chanted three short curses in a slightly regretful voice:
"Shang Mei Wuyao!"
"No sleep!"
"Shang Mei has no Cong!"
Invisible fluctuations swayed from the book, and the whole magic circle was enveloped in the blink of an eye.
Puff through, puff through, and puff through.
The sound of his body falling to the ground sounded for the first time.
Zheng Qing squinted his right eye, turned around, looked at the sleeping companions, and smacked his lips--"Ah, actually the last spell should be saved. I originally planned to tell you a few words...but "No Cong yet" Next, I can’t hear you when I sleep!"
"Miscalculation, miscalculation."
Zheng Qing shook his head, and finally gave up leaving a small note. Instead, he added a "Mayfly Feather" to himself ~EbookFREE.me~ and went straight out of the envelope of the Four Elephants.
The surrounding demons suddenly became agitated, but they were forced to stare with scarlet eyes under the strong restraint of their respective leaders, salivating all over the ground.
"Want to eat me?!"
Zheng Qing laughed twice and shouted in her throat:
"Come if you want to eat!"
"I'm waiting for you in the sky... If you can't catch up, don't blame me for not having a treat!"
After all, his figure flashed and reappeared, and he had already broken through the first line of defense of the monster group, like a blue smoke, rushing towards the direction of the horizon.
The demons in the same place were stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly turned their heads amidst the angry roars of the chiefs, and she frantically embellished them.
Looking from the sky from afar, on the green canvas, there is a small red dot in front, and a dark beast tide like a sandstorm in the back, chasing him away.