After a few hunts with the lions along the way, he parted ways with them on the edge of the lions' territory. The lioness seemed to want to follow Bran, but was driven back. So, after letting out a disgruntled growl at Bran, he flicked his tail and left.

Now only Bran and Flowey, two inseparable friends, are left, moving towards the goal, and there seems to be no change. But since Bran had killed the Lion King, he had noticed that the constant prying eyes of all sorts of predators had disappeared, and now all eyes on them were wary and careful.

It's not good, at least very bad and dissatisfied with Bran and Flowey. For the two who have just joined the team of Tricks of Death, they are now all over the world looking for various challenges. Of course, they weren't brain-dead enough to provoke those truly powerful. Death is to find excitement, which is the essential difference from suicide, although dying in the Northland may really die, but it is also an important reason for the spiritual pleasure that can be obtained.

The spiritual connection between Bran and Huahua and the resonance of the soul make Huahua have many anthropomorphic expressions. After moving away from the crowd, some of Flowey's properties seem to have gradually affected Bran. After continuous hunting, their wildness is thoroughly aroused. A man and a cat share certain traits in common, bloodthirsty, curious, and lethal.

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Bran was tending to his wounds, and Flowey was crouching next to him licking his wounds. With Flowey's ability also injured, you can imagine how thrilling it was just now.

Some creatures aren't strong enough to be individually not very deadly, but at least they're troublesome enough. This is exactly what Bran and Flowey are aiming for in their eyes, which are neither fat nor thin, just in their mouths, but it seems that they have knocked their teeth out.

Bran struggled to find creatures with abilities, and then he got what he wanted. Huge base, weeds, mosquitoes, ants, etc. Hidden underground, there are many small insects and small animals. Every step lifts and falls, and there are countless lives under your feet. When he gradually became familiar with the environment of the fertile grassland, whenever he carefully perceived and searched through his own magic network, those magical interference or confrontation caused by his ability filled the entire magic network, so he became a little numb.

Nature is fair and does not particularly love humans. I feel special about awakening, only because of the relative scarcity of human numbers. When the scope of observation is extended to a wider natural environment, the samples available for collection are more numerous and no longer appear rare. So he abandoned this near-futile sample collection, and the collection of solitary records had become meaningless. It is more helpful to observe some unique phenomena than to simply collect samples, and perhaps this is the way to solve the problem. What Bran needs is communication, experience in the use of various abilities. This kind of experience can only be provided by a sorcerer who is also a human being, and this is the most precious place.

A huge beehive on the way forward today intrigued Bran. Countless giant bees flutter around the hive, making a buzzing sound. This giant hive has a unique wave of magical power, similar to Bran's Lodge. After that, Bran played a game that all the bear children loved, poking the honeycomb......

Then they fled and were hunted and killed far, far away. Huahua, who wanted to be behind the palace, was stung twice more, and screamed a few flickering flickering and left Bran far behind. After landing, Huahua stepped on the tip of the grass, and ran away easily with the power of the rebound after each lodging of the grass path. Although Bran is protected under the dragon gold all over his body, there is not much dragon gold in his hand at present, and the thickness is more ugly when evenly spread throughout the body. He usually uses dragon gold to protect several key positions, or as a means to stop bleeding and bandage after being injured. In the face of this kind of giant bee, the thin layer of protection of dragon gold is not enough at all......

So Bran finally knew that his twin knives could dance impenetrable, and they were in a state of wild running. Every bee sting is an inspiration to Bran, stimulating his infinite potential, allowing him to constantly push his limits. It was under this constant stimulation of hurry, hurry, and hurry that Bran ran to a waterhole, and then rushed into it regardless of it.

Later, I realized that I had pounced on the head of a monster lurking in the water. The situation seemed to come as a surprise to both sides, but Bran was in a state of high tension and excitement. He immediately stepped on the monster's head, and with the strength of the monster's head and turned over, he ran back to the shore and ran along the shore.

The frightened monster instinctively threw itself out of the water, slapped the back of the shore and tried to chase Bran away. It then took the place of Bran and became the target of the giant bees to vent their anger.

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Flowey carefully licked the wound on Bran's back with her tongue, helping Bran clean the stinger from the wound. Fortunately, this giant bee is not known for its toxicity, and although it hurts a lot when stung, there are no other adverse reactions that are too serious. Pain is also a stimulus, a pleasure, isn't it? At this point, he felt that his arms were almost no longer his own, so he had to find and kill a prey quickly before the excitement disappeared, otherwise it would be difficult to lift the arms when the excitement passed.

Bran hung his arms and chewed on a piece of raw meat in his mouth. It was a hard lesson, and now that Bran had decided to outwit him, the experience of the past period had made his mind a lot easier, and he shouldn't have just picked up a stone and smashed it into the hive......

For the next two days, Bran recuperated honestly. After being beaten by a swarm of giant bees, one man and one cat are temporarily honest.

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Approaching the hive again, Bran was much more careful. He sat down slowly on the periphery, getting the giant bees used to his presence. And then little by little slowly approached. When he was still more than 10 meters away from the hive, he extended his mana, and then the magic emitted by the hive came into contact with him.

This is that Bran is just curious and cautious, not hostile, and the two magical forces have similar attributes - assimilation and infiltration. This makes their contact a collision, rather than covering each other or intersecting.

The slight friction between the edges of the two magical forces did not disturb each other. After a slight temptation, Bran could conclude that the other party was not as strong as his own magical power, and that the giant bee was only acting on instinct.

He was now thinking about whether he could absorb the other party's abilities in some way. Just as my sister was touching the wizard who had just died, the magic transferred on its own. The trouble was that he had to find the source of his magic, such a huge hive, even if he wanted to open it, it was not an easy task to complete.

He needed a buddy, a thick-skinned guy who liked bees. So you get honey and I get magic. Just as Bran retracted his magic and sat not far from the hive, pondering how to do it. There was a stirring in the direction of the hive, and he felt his target leaning towards him, so he let go of his mana net for a while, and the spherical mana net seemed to open a large mouth. A huge queen bee flew alone and hovered in front of his eyes, her wings flapping and buzzing. This reminded Bran of the little snake he had encountered when he first camped. They acted more on instinct and intuition, and now it was drawn to Bran.

It's as simple as that!?Bran was a little stunned. I still have a thousand more ways to implement, and ten thousand ideas in the works. And so you came? Didn't the previous sting take in vain? Bran could have killed the reckless queen bee in one fell swoop, but he resisted the simple and tempting thought. The magic contest between the same type is a rare opportunity and a rare experience.

Bran slowly closed the magic net, and the queen bee and Bran's magic began to squeeze and rub against each other. Bran felt like a dog struggling to gnaw on a bone, which wasn't too big, but it was harder and more toothy.

In Bran's magic net, the tide of magic keeps washing. After a long period of confrontation, the magic fluctuations emitted by this queen bee have gradually been worn away and smoothed out. Now Bran's most concerned answer was about to appear, and as his magic swept over the queen bee's body, the interference of the creature itself prevented him from further action. He can't directly plunder the opponent's abilities, even if they are of the same type. That's good, Bran felt a sense of relief. At least until life is gone, abilities aren't so easy to plunder.

Getting the result, Bran raised his hand and pinched the queen bee to death. Then a cool sensation flowed into my body through my fingertips, and my body felt full.