The three of them were running, and suddenly heard Mo Neng's question, and the old witch hurriedly replied: "Yes, there is still a special taste." ”

With the old witch's answer, Mo Neng hurriedly shouted: "There is a golden-red mushroom at 11 o'clock in front, but I don't know what its taste is." ”

"Whatever he wants," said the old mule

Mo Neng said: "But the first 200 meters is an open field, only dwarf moss leaves, and there is no way to dodge."

Listening to the sound of jumping behind him, the old mule said: "No way, all the beetles have entered this mushroom forest, if we don't rush out, we will also die, let's gamble!" ”

Without saying more, he turned around and ran towards 11 o'clock, and the two hurried to follow.

After a while, he rushed out of the edge of the mushroom forest.

The beetle on the mushroom fan saw the three people appear from below, and they all brushed and bounced off the mushroom fan cover, like a cannonball out of the chamber, and the sharp arrows shot out of the sky above the three of them, forming an arched black press.

Countless beetles formed a beetle rain in front of the three people, and the beetle's bounce was quite powerful, falling in front of and behind the three people.

The three of them had no way out, and the old mule took the lead and crashed into the beetle swarm, accompanied by the bite of the beetle, and the old mule couldn't help but scream loudly.

But the body is like a high-speed train, in the beetle rain, crashing into a passage.

At this time, the three of them could only protect the head of the body, and they couldn't use all kinds of tricks at all, and now they only wanted to increase their speed to the maximum.

From the beginning of the formation of the beetle rain, the three of them rushed in, and it took only 0.1 seconds to break through the beetle rain curtain and come out.

Boom! With a bang, the bodies of the three people, all wrapped in a large mass of beetles, turned into black balls, and rushed out like cannonballs.

The three of them covered their heads, rolled three times on the ground, shook off the beetle, and then stood up. At a distance of two hundred meters, two-thirds of the way has already been rushed.

As soon as I saw it, the golden-red mushrooms were not far ahead.

At this time, you don't have to think about anything, time is life, let the beetle bite, and run hard regardless of it.

But the beetle's bite wound continued to bleed, and the excessive bleeding caused the three of them to stagger a little.

Let thousands of beetles bite on their bodies, there is nothing worse than hell on earth! Fortunately, victory lies ahead.