After thinking twice, she nodded and told herself, "The little sheep will never go in." ”

Speak of the devil!

A round clump of white marshmallows, bouncing in the bushes in the distance, and the mist opened its mouth in disbelief, almost enough to fit a pear.

She rubbed her eyes and saw two small light brown horns on Marshmallow's head......

It's gone, it's it!

"Little Sheep!"

No matter how calm the flower butter mist was, he couldn't help but scream.

The little sheep who had escaped lifted its head and protruded half of its head from the bushes, looking at her with big watery eyes. In the next second, as if it was none of his business, he took small steps, twisted his buttocks, shook his head, and left.

It's gone!

Not long ago, I praised it for being obedient, why did my temperament suddenly change drastically?

The flower fat mist is very puzzled.

This little fat sheep went in to find death, she couldn't go in with it stupidly, in case she encountered a poisonous snake and beast, nine lives would not be enough for her to spend.

The wind in the forest was blowing densely.

Cold.

After waiting for a full two quarters of an hour, she saw that the little sheep did not even have a shadow!

However, just waiting like this is not an option.

Flower Fat Mist is a little worried, this stupid little fat sheep really can't get out.

Finally, she stood up helplessly, patted her buttocks, glanced at the warning on the trunk, sighed, and stepped into the depths of the forest with a desperate look of life and death.

At first, the flower butter mist was silently searching.

I searched for a long time, but I couldn't see it.

In the end, she simply tore her throat: "Little fat sheep! ”

I didn't expect it to work.

In the quiet forest, in addition to the chirping of birds and birds, there was an inaudible bleating sound from the southeast.

Judging by the voice, it won't be too far away from her.

She pricked up her ears and listened carefully for the direction of the little sheep.

The terrain of the jungle is strange, bounded by the mountainside, the stone steps are abruptly disconnected, and the papier-mâché lanterns are fluttering, like a forbidden place. There is not a single figure in sight here, except for animals and birds, and it contrasts sharply with the smoke village at the foot of the mountain.

The mist chased the sheep, brushed aside the branches, and moved over with difficulty.

After walking for a long time, I came across a bunch of wilted locust trees with strange shapes.

Behind the dead locust tree, through the bushes, you can see a red mud field. The little fat sheep pouted and buried his head in hard work, not knowing what to do there.

She was about to pass by, but the bushes formed a wall like a hedge, half as high as a waist, and covered with small sharp thorns, which she could not lift or tread on with her bare hands.

I really don't know how that little fat sheep passed?

Floral mist untied something from his waist - the soft sword of red ginseng.

Just now she felt that the weapon was in her hand, so she simply picked it up and kept it for self-defense, but she didn't expect it to come in handy so soon!

The wind was blowing, the sword light was dancing, and the bushes in front of him were hit by the soft sword thunderbolt, broken and broken, and the branches of the trees fell to the ground.

Open a way, and the flower fat mist retracts the sword.

When I looked around, I saw a few clumps of wool on the bushes next to me, and the spikes were red, leaving undried blood stains......

"Baa~"

The little sheep turned his head, and his mouth was full.

The flower fat mist hurried over, and in a fit of rage, kicked it in the ass.

"Who told you to run around!"

The little fat sheep rubbed it aggrievedly, holding two red herbs in its mouth, with long stems and wide leaves, which looked very fresh, and it was placed at her feet as if it were flattering.

The resin mist's expression slowed down, and he just wanted to squat down to pick up the herbs, but he caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous wound on the hind leg of the little fat sheep, and the small pieces of wool were dyed red and still bleeding!