After feeding a few bowls of Yunxia water, Qiao Mengchen's white and black face was much calmer, and there was an uneven snoring sound in his nasal cavity. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yi Jing nodded his little head with satisfaction, looking at the incomplete clouds on the top of the hill in a daze, not knowing what good things to do. Suddenly, he suddenly thought of a joint, and couldn't help but cry out: "Oh, shouldn't today be the day when the white beetle appears?"

One sentence wakes up a blockbuster!

The white beetle, an ungrateful dog, had already made an appointment last time, and everyone had been waiting for three years! At the thought of the raw meat that had come forward on his own initiative, the dwarfs were all fascinated, and they were eager to tear off a piece of meat and put it in their mouths. The little nerve wing opened his eyes even more, and he hummed in his mouth and hurried to get the meat, like a greedy pig.

It's really good to live alone in this small world, no one harasses you and there are few worries, but it's a life where you can fade out of your mouth. The last meal is nectar + vanilla cake, and the next meal is vanilla cake + nectar. I'm finally looking forward to a tooth sacrifice,! It's a nectar duet and a straw cake!

If it weren't for the preciousness of life, the madman would choose this kind of hard life without oil and meat, and without the company of beautiful wine......

On the ground not far behind the central yellow-topped hill, there is a green grass that grows thick and straight, not like the flowers and plants in this stream. In the midst of the green grass, there is half an acre of bitter land. The ridge is disc-shaped, and the soil is shiny and fertile, but in fact it is very barren, and it is difficult to grow a single hair, which contrasts with the lush herbs around it.

It's not too late now, if the white beetle can find out with his conscience, he will take the initiative to bring the fat to his mouth, right?

The descendants of the Ghost approached the ground impatiently, and then leaned down, taking cover from the leaves much taller than themselves, trying to avoid making a noise that might alarm the white beetles. At some point, Yi Xiaokai and a few slightly older youths had changed into butcher clothes, and while they waited, they scraped their hands against the flesh and blood stains that had been stuck on their clothes for decades, and started to deceive themselves into psychological suggestion.

After waiting for a while, Yi Xiaokai finally ran out of patience and pulled out the bull's ear sharp knife to fight with the innocent grass. With a sweep of the blade, the scattered leaves aside, exposing a stubborn little barbarian.

Wing Chaoshan, the only son of Wing Jing, who is also the cousin of the little barbarian, couldn't help but slap him. It's strange that the lawless little scoundrels in the past didn't say anything, and didn't dare to make another mistake like a good child.

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Through the fluffy grass, everyone could still smell the smell of blood and greasy coming from the depths of the oily soil. The line of sight is raised and the clear blue sky is unobstructed. It is well known to those who have lived here for a long time that only when the weather is not so good can the eyes see something that cannot be seen anywhere else.

It just so happened that a large cloud of lead blew out of nowhere, covering the sky overhead, revealing a hint of the truth hidden in the air molecules.

This is a secret carefully guarded by the Wing Clan, and outsiders can never snoop on it. The Wing Sutra wiped the water droplets from his long beard...... I glanced back uncomfortingly—no matter what, the presence of outsiders in the distance was not very reassuring.

The delicate body of the girl in the crystal is more than enough, and Miss Muda, who must be spoiled, is still refusing to come out. Continue to rotate the camera to her three o'clock direction. The three-color cloud pit above the ground undulated slightly, exhaling and inhaling rhythmically like a living body.

Fortunately, the strange stranger of the ancient is still asleep—but what about the man?

Frightened, he rose into the air and took a closer look: wool thread! Where else is there anyone? The white glow board used to serve as the coffin cover and quilt was lifted from the corner, and the inside was basically empty.

Wing Jing turned back again, and the wings that had left their posts without permission were wide open, and they had already arched into the onlookers. In the hollow beside him, where the grass grew most luxuriantly, Qiao Mengchen stretched his neck and was stunned intently. It goes without saying that he was also shocked by what was in the air, and, incidentally, inherited the glorious tradition of the onlookers for thousands of years: selling stupidity.

Now, Yijing has no time to complain, and if he misses this opportunity, he is afraid that he will have to wait for another three years.

The sunlight could not penetrate the lead clouds, and under the clouds that formed a strong visual contrast with the surrounding areas, an ancient Yunhe river channel that was so long that it could not be seen and stretched here from the northwest was exposed to Qiao Mengchen's sight.

From the outside, the river was built of clouds so faint that they were barely visible, and then erected in the void. The light-colored man-made Yunhe embankment floats silently overhead, and the wind blows and the rain does not disperse, as if it is as natural as heaven and earth. Of course, because of the long days, the clouds in many places are incomplete, and at the bottom of the most damaged river, there are flowing clouds like waterfall water falling from the sky, ticking and not stopping. Eventually, the lower and lighter the clouds melted into the sea of grass rolling in the blue waves, and disappeared without a trace.

Is it a deserted Tianhe River?

Even though he was forced to brush his brain every few days to update his worldview, Qiao Mengchen was still deeply frightened by this ingenious and unpredictable building, how much labor, how much investment, and how strong determination did it take to build such a water diversion project?

Not to mention anything else, I can only admire this designer's big brain!

It's just that at the mouth of the river, that is, above that small piece of bare land, the clouds falling from the sky are scarce and lack the majestic momentum. Come to think of it, the river is dilapidated, and the clouds have been lost along the way. To have so many clouds and streams to the end of the grass and clouds can be regarded as a very face-saving designer.

At this time, there was a loud sound of rustling on the embankment of the Yunhe River. Everyone was stunned for a moment and then rejoiced: the white beetle who had received a thousand knives was finally afraid of death, and finally sent it to the door.

Qiao Mengchen was confused, and suddenly felt a white shadow flash. If you look closely, there is a long, almost colorless insect tail hanging in the air at the outlet of the ancient river channel. The tail shook nervously a few times, and occasionally refracted dazzling scales. The river is too high, and there is no head on the ground, and I don't know what kind of monster this terrible lower body belongs to, and how big this monster is. However, the visual width of the river is not less than the width of a Boeing 777, and the tail occupies a third of the diameter cross-section of the river, which is scary enough.

The so-called few families are happy and a few are sad. Yi Gu Yijing and the others were inexplicably excited, and they took out their own guys one after another. Looking at this posture, if it hadn't been out of reach, he would have rushed forward and the white knife "yellow" knife came out.

Qiao Mengchen didn't know what to do, and he didn't know what these disabled little people wanted to do. Boom...... The long, large tail had touched the turf, leaving a trail of shiny stickiness, like a snail's crawling path. Then, a big head with horns hung down from the sewer of the Yunhe Ancient Road with its tail.

Damn!

During this time, Qiao Mengchen's courage was practiced greatly, but he was also scared. He didn't care that his shoulder injury was still healed, and he wanted to turn around and run away as soon as his feet moved.

"Don't be afraid," Tsubasa stopped him, "look at what we do!"

As he spoke, Tsubasa had already walked over, staring at the monster with an indifferent expression.

This time, I looked carefully, and the monster in front of me should be a giant snake. The two horns on its head should actually be thorn-like horns growing under the eyes, but the horns are very long, if you don't look closely, you will think that there are a pair of horns on the head out of thin air; in the open mouth of the blood basin, the upper and lower pairs of fangs shine with a faint blue light; the tip of a black and purple bifurcated tongue keeps swallowing, as if smelling the smell of the surroundings.

With a pale cyan head with fine yellow stripes, it is estimated that there is at least one family car. Therefore, this pair of horns, which stand up like long thorns, are very terrifying. The snake's unusually white body, coupled with a body that is thicker than a gasoline barrel and almost eighty or ninety meters long, and a pair of dark brown eyes without eyelids, make people shudder even more.

The flower head and white body, this is what the Wing Sutra calls the "white beetle", a kind of flying snake that may come from another dimension.

The grass cloud stream goes deep inland, and is surrounded by barren and barren land covered with miasma and evil clouds. Running around and traveling to many places, as soon as he arrived here, Yijing liked the unique ethereal aura here, so he decided to settle down, which triggered the White Beetle Incident.

Dozens of pairs of small eyes full of longing surrounded the white beetle. The innocent white beetle shivered, and the unbearable past was recalled one by one, and he was almost scared to death: "Wan Wang...... Be merciful......"

Qiao Mengchen's scalp was full of water, he had seen the unicorn speak human words, had dialogues with demon dragons, and even intersected with the underworld like evil ghosts, but he had never encountered a giant white snake that could speak and appeared as a weakling.

Just as he was caught in the high-end scientific conjecture of how the snake letter hit the mouth in order to make a sound, there was a muffled sound, and the huge snake head of the white beetle finally landed on the tip of the tail that began to spasm. It's just that the white beetle's body is too long, the head and tail overlap together, and the waist is still hanging high on the Yunhe Road.

The father and son couldn't hold back for a long time, and they didn't greet others, and they each raised their swords and went up. The father and son are too small, and compared with the two, it shows the huge white beetle and the ant-like existence of the wing clan.

It is only in extreme circumstances that there is no fear that such a confidence will be shown. So, what handle does the white beetle have in the hands of the villain? And how are they going to treat others, bleed and peel their skins?

The trembling serpent, the presumptuous villain, is there a more bloody incident than this?

"Come back!" Tsubasa was furious, "Your memory has taken the dog away?"

This time, the two neuropaths, one big and one small, did not refute, but honestly returned to their original places. No matter how uncontrolled the brain is, the most basic rules must always be spoken.

Three feet above the bare earth, there is actually a light and shadow totem that is not much different from the Oki Island Wing Clan. Looking closely at the totem, the tail of the roe head rat is raised high, like what?

By the way, a meerkat that eats snakes for a living.

In this way, the object of the Wing Clan's worship is actually ...... Drug-eating mongoose.

Qiao Mengchen couldn't help but stare at the round buttocks of the villains, very strange, far away from indoctrination for so many years, the small group of dozens of people actually did not have a grass knot, everyone was fully dressed, except for the impulsive character, in them, there was no trace of the fatigue of the people of the mountains and wilderness.

Even if it is tightly covered, there is also an exposed stuffing—at the tail vertebrae with small wings, there is something bulging from side to side, as if there is a living thing hidden in the body.

Qiao Mengchen was even more puzzled, is it possible that the descendants of the so-called ghosts of Oki Island evolved from the meerkat?