Xing Fatty liked small animals.
Otherwise, the cat loafing around Dormitory 403 would not have treated Fatty Xin's bed as its own palace and Fatty Xin's head as its own little nest.
But not all small animals were as harmless as Tuantuan.
At the very least, the Little Green Snake living in Zheng Qing's ear was not someone to be trifled with. Hearing Fatty Xin once again start pestering him, wanting to play with the little green snake, the young public-funded student immediately pulled a long face and shot him a warning glare:
"Do you want all my points deducted? The matter with Maodou still hasn't completely blown over... Besides, that snake isn't a pet. It's not easy to deal with. Be careful, or it'll bite your bones to pieces..."
Whoosh!
The tent flap was lifted, and Old Man Vernal entered, wrapped in a gust of cold air.
"What's biting bones to pieces?" The old wizard shook off the chill clinging to him, caught a few fragments of the young wizard's words, and asked with a chuckle.
Zheng Qing shot Fatty Xin a vicious glare, then turned back and laughed awkwardly at Old Man Vernal. "We were talking about that group of Ogres that suddenly appeared... If they catch us, they'll bite our bones to pieces."
Li Meng immediately snickered beside them.
Zheng Qing's expression did not change. His attitude was sincere, and he did not look remotely like someone telling lies.
Old Man Vernal did not pay attention to such details either.
"Hmm." The old wizard strode down the steps and stopped before the map not far from the dining table. Looking at the map, which had become much clearer, his gaze finally settled on a small patch of pitch-black shadow near the camp. "This really is a bit