Cheng Weixi hadn't caught his breath yet, and was startled by the strange bees and terrifying dangerous aura in front of him.

Is this bee suffering from gigantism? Or has it been exposed to nuclear radiation? It has grown so big! The bee needles are about to catch up with the growth of their own hands, and they are still purple and shiny, and they are not dead or half crippled after stinging.

As if to prove Cheng Weixi's conjecture, the purple venom on the bee needle dripped into the grass, and the lush weeds instantly withered and blackened, and even the surrounding vines and plants lost their vitality, forming a charred black circle on the ground.

Cheng Weixi didn't care about the backache, got up and ran in the direction where Chenying left.

The only way out now is to call for help. She looked around, and the little girl in the dust didn't know where she went.

Although she hated being beaten by the dust, she wished she could show up right now.

She can tell who is making a small fuss and who really kills her. This gigantism bee of unknown origin definitely wants his own life.

Who am I offending here?

The buzz behind her ears approached, and she hurriedly tilted her head to avoid the bee's needle.

The bee pounced, turned around, and stabbed again with a life-threatening horror.

His eyebrows twitched slightly, and suddenly, something seemed to slowly wake up, quickly occupying his thoughts and senses.

Cheng Weixi suddenly lost consciousness.

But instead of falling, the body flashed slightly, and with a leap, it was several feet away from the strange bee.

The same face, but not Cheng Weixi's hearty and heroic spirit, between his eyebrows was full of calm and indifferent charm, and his eyes were full of suspicion at first, and then he looked at the bee: "It's Qinyuan, the needle is highly poisonous, the stinging beast is dead, and the stinging tree is withered." ”

Qin Yuan waved his wings and approached quickly.

The melancholy eyes were even more stunned: "Although you are highly poisonous, to me, you are just an insignificant little beast, I don't want to hurt you, retreat quickly." ”

Qin Yuan seemed to be despised and became even more angry, and with a rapid buzzing sound, the purple bee needle had liquid flowing through it, and it turned black, and it stabbed it with all its might.

The sad eyes did not dodge, until the bee needle was about to stab him, he gently moved his index finger, and a stream of spiritual power turned into several thin needles, which pierced several key points in Qin Yuan.

Qin Yuan, who was still fierce and vicious a second ago, fell to the ground with a thud, his body stiffened, but he did not die, a thin leg was raised in the air, and he twitched from time to time.

A faint sigh came from his mouth: "Being stabbed at these acupuncture points will not hurt your life, but your hundreds of years of cultivation have been exhausted, and you can no longer turn into a human form." ”

Fingers swept over Qin Yuan's body, and the thin needles disappeared: "You go!"

Qin Yuan moved his wings, but he didn't expect that he could escape death, and immediately flew away with a bee needle to escape.

The body was a little tired, and the sad figure leaned against the edge of the well, looking at his own hands.

Unexpectedly, his soul was so weak, and his little spell couldn't support it. It's no wonder that such a resolute self-destructive primordial god should be scattered.

The body should return to nothingness, but stay in the world.

She didn't understand why she didn't die?

She leaned over to see the reflection in the water. This eyebrow, this outline, although there is her melancholy color, but it can't hide the vigorous heroism.

Born from the heart, the twin sisters who are obviously similar, because of their different temperaments, one is like the sun above the nine heavens, bright and refreshing, and the other is like a nameless dwarf grass that grows quietly under the nine shades, melancholy and silent.

For a while, the thoughts in my heart turned a thousand times, as if I had experienced the four seasons, there were small seeds breaking through the ground, vigorously sprouting and growing, thousands of purples and thousands of reds blooming in the wind, and then withering and withering in the sassy autumn wind, and finally buried by the snow.

Tears poured down her eyes: "Sister, after more than 7,000 years, I finally saw you again." ”

Joy and sorrow, guilt and relief.

Before she self-destructed the original god, she tried her best to drive the book of death, and modified her sister's life and death in the life and death.

From this life on, my sister can be happy and die in peace.

Now that I can see my sister, it means that my sister has safely survived the original death in this life.

But why does she occupy her sister's body?

Where is this?

She looked around, it was an ordinary farmhouse, but there was a familiar tiger talisman ornament on the wall of the courtyard.

Looking further away, the misty mountain is full of pavilions, decorated with black and white vermilion, simple but magnificent.

The pavilion borrows the momentum of the mountains, and the mountains add the delicacy of the pavilions, complement each other, and are natural.

There are several flags floating on the mountain, with a white background, and the center is still decorated with the tiger rune.

It turned out to be the Jianqing Palace of Huashan Mountain.

She had been here several times as a distinguished guest, and had been imprisoned here for several years, so she was no stranger to everything here.

Now that I have revisited the old place, I wonder if the person who hated her to the bone will see her again and will be as decisive and ruthless as he was back then, stabbing her in the chest with a sword.

If so, it is better not to see it.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard gate, as if the low roar of a tiger pressing into its throat came faintly.

The voice was very low, and it came to her ears, but it was like a monstrous wave, slapping the black stones on the shore, and it made a loud noise, so that she couldn't return to her senses for a long time, only the idea of "hiding" flashed, and her consciousness was immediately in a trance, as if the heavens and the earth had entered chaos.

After a short blank period, Cheng Weixi's brain gradually resumed its operation.

Am I dizzy? What about the bee? Who is it? Is it okay to come up and kill people?

Before the situation could be clarified, a tiger had already walked into the yard.

The tiger seemed to be much taller than the average tiger, slightly thin, and had more slender legs.

The white fur of the whole body reflects the dazzling light in the sun, and only the word "king" on the forehead is brown and black, revealing a compelling kingly demeanor. A pair of eyes seemed to have wisdom, staring at Cheng Weixi condescendingly.

Cheng Weixi was a little annoyed. And the end, the bee just flew away, and another tiger came, and let no one live.

She quickly turned over and jumped up, making a figure ready to go, and then remembered the bitter experience of being hanged and beaten, and couldn't help but be discouraged.

What else is this fighting? It's better to play dead.

Move with your heart. She threw herself on the ground, holding her breath and pretending to be dead.

No, playing dead is a lie to the bear.

Or do you want to pretend to be a tree? She hurried up again and picked up the twigs on the ground, pretending to be a tree.

But what kind of animal was the tree tricking?

Wait, the tiger is a feline! She casually clumped the branches and leaves in her hand into a ball and threw it far away at the tiger's feet.

The tiger indifferently looked at her as if she was a nervous disorder for a long time, glanced at the ball on the ground, simply sat down with her tail crossed, and continued to stare at Cheng Weixi.

Cheng Weixi saw that the tiger had no intention of attacking, and breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that this ball greatly pleased the tiger.

So he threw another ball to the tiger. The tiger's tail swept left and right, still staring at Cheng Weixi.

One person and one tiger, staring directly at each other, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Concentrate:

Qin Yuan: "The Classic of Mountains and Seas (Western Three Classics)" contains, the bird, shaped like a bee, is about the same size as a mandarin duck. The stinging beast died, and the stinging tree withered.