In the moonlight, the body that was as clean as snow had changed, and this change was slow, and it could be seen palpitatingly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is like drops of water on the sand, although the water droplets are tiny, they can leave wet marks on the sand and drip marks.

Hua Can and Feng Jiutian were both staring at the 'chasing wind and shadows and running thunder' standing on the carriage and fluttering in the wind, its body was changing, floating and changing. It turns out that the body of the 'sentinel', who floats like a fairy in white in the breeze, is changing to the other extreme, becoming a mysterious and sudden fear. The butterfly body is still fluttering in the wind, but at this time, the fluttering is not a fairy-like elegant beauty, but a strange visual impact, its body is gradually changing, and the original body under the dynamic actually makes people have a static and grotesque illusion.

Sanjo Qi and Spotted Qi also seemed to sense a threat from the unknown depths, and their ears were turning smartly. They follow their master to run north and south, east and west, and every movement of the master can be felt by them with their hearts. The sound of hooves falling on the empty earth, and the wings that gradually changed color, suddenly produced two changes of auditory and visual dislocation.

The sound of horses' hooves is not in the minds and ears of several people, because these have long become everyone's habits and habits. It can be said that the original sound of horses' hooves has been ignored in everyone's ears.

The wings in front of him are slowly dyed with a layer of corpse gray on the edge of the wings from the color of pure snow and pure snow lotus, and this corpse gray is spreading inward, and when the gray is spreading inward, on its wings, there is a slightly darker gray direction, and the gray that is spreading inward is surging, like a layer of waves, one wave pushing one wave after another, and one wave following another, and like water slowly dipping into the sand, although it is soaked slowly, it can be seen.

When one circle around the wings becomes slightly darker than the inside, another circle has already begun to appear, like waves of water rushing towards the center, each wave of color is different, and when the first wave rushes inward, the second darker wave follows the first wave. The inside is always the lightest color compared to the outside. This is because the closer the corpse-tailed bee flies get to the 'sentinel guard', the stronger the plague will be, and the more obvious the distemper wave will be.

"So fast! The speed of this swarm of beeflies is really several times faster than that of galloping horses. Feng Jiutian said.

"Hmm." Hua Can said, "Compared to the speed of Shen Erye's running when Shen Erye was chased by Grandma Wang, the flight speed of the corpse-tailed bee fly is much slower, and the speed of Shen Erye at that time is faster than the blink of an eye." However, this speed is the speed when he was chased by Wang Da Grandma when he stole melons and fled. Usually, Shen Erye climbs slower than a snail with that big belly. ”

When the 'Chasing Wind and Shadows and Running Thunder' detected the corpse-tailed bees, the hearts of several people relaxed, at least much more relaxed than when they had not found their traces just now. People, that's it, everyone is. When something is always coming, but you don't know when it will come, people will have a feeling of anxiety. This is true for both good and bad things. When things finally come, people's mentality will relax.

"That night, I went to lure Grandma Wang away, but I didn't expect Grandma Wang to turn back halfway, and just blocked the second fat who had just picked melons and was about to come out of the garden gate." Hua Chan said, with a happy smile on her face reminiscing about her childhood.

"You run as fast as a rabbit, Grandma Wang knows that he can't catch up with you, of course he just turns back." Shen Er's fat man also scolded Hua Can with a smile, "If you hadn't run so fast that she felt that she couldn't catch you, she would have chased all the way down to see who the little villain who was running with half of the melon head in front of her." ”

The color on the body of 'Chasing Wind and Shadows and Running Thunder' has slowly become darker and darker, and even the two tentacles on its head have been dyed with a layer of gray, gradually darkening gray. At first, its white and flawless made people feel that the moon became brighter than before because of its luster, and it was because of its fairy-like beauty that it became more desirable. And now, without the moonlight, its body would dissolve into the endless black sky like the night. Before and after the root had finished smoking a pot of tobacco, the color of the body of 'Chasing Wind and Shadows and Running Thunder' underwent two extreme changes, from a white fairy to a dark color full of evil.

In the dark night, only the flickering fireworks in the smoke pot are flickering, bringing a touch of warmth to the pedestrians who are hurrying at night, and a little liveliness to the dead darkness everywhere, although it is a little discordant in this atmosphere, but it is real.

The slow official road gradually began to spread only far ahead, and the distance has been dissolved into one with the darkness, those unknown darkness, like a big spider with no end and no edge, is weaving a huge web of countless but connected evil beasts, weaving people's souls and human lives into it bit by bit, dissolving into its constantly waving filaments, letting those lives struggle incessantly, silently roaring, helplessly looking for climbing objects, just like dissolving into endless space, Everywhere there was only the breath of death and the gasps of demons. In the process of descending without being able to find the climbing object, I slowly experienced the fear of death and the numbness and convulsions caused by fear. It makes people forget their breathing, their heartbeat, and their lives, leaving only the torment process in the breath of death.

When Neyou poured the ash down again, Hua Chan had already lit a torch. He and the cart had already distanced themselves by six or seven feet. The stench of lard on the torches and burning pine branches spread out in the empty night, lured by the wind, flickering and fainting, farther and farther nearer.

The process of putting the tobacco into the smoke pot was still so unhurried, and during the whole process, he didn't even glance at the tobacco leaves and smoke pot in his hand, but just looked at the darkness in front of him, as if he wanted to feel something from the endless dark side in front of him, and wanted to predict something.

Suddenly, a black shadow swept in front of the carriage, like a brown arrow, and the front hooves of the wind on the left were startled and the front hooves of the wind rode into the air with a scream, and the hind hooves kicked to their feet. Anyone who knows horses knows that no matter how good a handsome horse is, or the lowest coolie gelding, there is a possibility of eye stubble. Just now, Hua Chan lit the torch, and the light was reflected from behind, giving the horses in front of them who had adapted to the darkness for a while an illusion of simulated ambiguity, and the existence of a crisis that horses can also feel, just like in the unknown darkness ahead, there are countless pairs of eyes that have the same impact on people when peeking at pedestrians.

When a pheasant in the middle of the night was also shocked by this strange, invisible but palpable ferocious barley, it flew in a bright direction in a panic. When it saw that the shining light turned out to be a torch, the fear of fire in its bones and the oppression of being taken by the ferocious barley just now made it desperately need to find cover for darkness, so it flew along the shadow of the carriage. When he was about to hit the horse, he stabbed past the horse's eyes like a brown arrow. Therefore, the frightened and tried and tested wind control also let out a long hiss and raised its front hooves.

When a frightened horse raises its front hooves, it proves that it is no longer able to control its own judgment, and the primordial wildness is aroused in an instant. Run, the primal instinct of the horse when threatened, is to run. And the outward manifestation of its current standing is the primordial instinct to prepare for the next 'escape', and when its front hooves hit the ground, its hind legs will shoot out like a bow of a full moon.