The poisonous bee ghost flower did not send some advice to the poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng, and gave the poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng seven hellish poisonous bees, and then only smiled and walked away with a scheming self-righteousness.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng put the seven poisonous bees in his trouser pocket, and he was uneasy, afraid that he would be stung in the thigh by the poisonous bee if he didn't notice it, and it would be miserable to not die, so he carefully took it out again, staring stupidly.

The Hell Bee is jet black, but its wings are golden, about seven centimeters from head to tail, weighing no more than eight or nine grams, lying motionless in the palm of its hand, as if asleep, dreaming, and like dead, stiff and lifeless.

Still, it's terrifying.

Looking at the poisonous bees, the thoughts of the poor ghost Mao Changsheng flew to a long time, turning a blind eye to the lush primeval forest in front of him, and ignoring the rolling pine waves in his ears.

When he was a child, there was a time when he was happy and beautiful, his parents went to do manual labor in the scorching sun or heavy rain, and Mao Changsheng stayed at home alone, shouldering the heavy responsibility of seeing.

There is no labor, no worries, time is a quiet river, Mao Changsheng is in a trance in the river of time, while innocently doing whatever he wants.

Sometimes, he grabbed the only hen in the house, carried it to the roof covered with yellow boards, and threw it down, and the hen screamed, flapped her wings clumsily, and fell not into the clouds, but into the weedy, wild yard.

Why doesn't the hen want to fly over many rooftops like a sparrow, why doesn't she fly over the mountains like an eagle? It must be because she is lazy and likes to look for little bugs in front of and behind the house, so that she forgets her natural ability to fly.

The hen was bored, Mao Changsheng looked around stupidly, and walked into the vegetable garden.

The vegetable garden is planted with corn, artichoke, and a leek field the size of a hall.

Leeks are the best to eat in spring, and then they grow higher and higher, and when they are no longer eating it, they give birth to many hydrangea-like bulbous flowers, attracting colorful butterflies, but also small bees and slender and poisonous horned wasps.

The little bee collects honey and makes bee candy, and that kind of candy will be sweet for a lifetime as long as it is tasted once.

Horn bees don't know how to make sugar, they eat rotten pears and rotten apples, they can burrow their whole bodies into small holes, and they can get into the hydrangeas of leeks and eat and drink.

Horn wasps are not easy to provoke, a sting will make people have a blue nose and swollen face, dizziness, even if they are lucky enough not to die, they will die of pain.

Mao Changsheng was a newborn calf who was not afraid of the tiger, and when the horned bee was carried away because of greed, he took off the hat that was crookedly worn, greasy, and turned from yellow to black, hugged it when he was injured, and approached with bated breath, caught it coldly, grabbed it, and then carefully put it into the wine bottle.

Seeing that Mao Changsheng smiled and smiled, he was able to catch more than ten horn bees a day, which was really a surprise, and they laughed and scolded, and soaked the horn bees in two or two packs of grain wine that they got out of nowhere, and used them to wipe the legs and horns with rheumatism.

Mao Changsheng felt that he was a little useful, he became arrogant, and felt that he was a hero, so he thought that he no longer used his hat to wrap horn bees and catch them with his bare hands.

At noon one day, Mao Changsheng was stung by a horn bee on his fingers, crying in pain and calling his mother, rolling all over the ground, and then he fell unconscious - fortunately, the rescue was timely, and he saved his life and saved his life.

Since then, Mao Changsheng no longer dares to provoke horned bees.

Since then, Mao Changsheng stubbornly didn't listen to his parents, and when his parents were furious, they would shout: "I knew that you were so unsuccessful, let the horn bee sting to death." ”

Since then, in Mao Changsheng's heart, the horn bee has become a deep-rooted and irrefutable nightmare.

The horned bee encountered in the previous life is similar to the hell bee in his hand now.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng stared at the poisonous bee in his hand, his heart was surging, and a bitter and sour smile appeared on his face.

Time is like water, how many good days and beautiful scenery have been washed away? Everything that has been washed away is eternal and will never come back.

Dream, the previous life was a trance dream, and this life is also a trance dream!

The people in the dream, the ghost in the dream, how happy and happy, but the dream always has to wake up - the person who wakes up in the dream and the ghost who wakes up in the dream, so lonely and lonely.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng touched the scene, and his heart was sad, and he thought of the scissors ghost plum fragrance and the poisonous bee ghost flower did not grow.

Oh, what did you do to me?

The female ghost I really love, for the sake of her father's ambitions, used me to fail, and ignored me, which made me heartbroken and helpless.

For the sake of his ambition and his future development, he used the Hell Bee to threaten me and bribe me, which made me feel uncomfortable.

Alas, what kind of evil did Lao Tzu create in his previous life, and he will encounter such ghosts in this life, so that he doesn't know where to go?

"No-" The poor ghost Mao Changsheng suddenly shouted, "Don't be your tool, don't go the way you have arranged!

This voice has enough ghost power, and it has been transmitted in the deep mountains and valleys for a long time without refusal.

"You vermin, you are here to destroy you!"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng threw the seven poisonous bees on a bluestone slab in disgust, picked up another bluestone slab, and smashed it against the seven poisonous bees that were stiff and motionless.

The two stone slabs collided, splashing some sparks and making a deafening loud noise.

"This time, it's long overdue, look at what you're crazy about! Lao Tzu will have an easier life without you pests as weapons!"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was relieved, spat in disgust at the two stone slabs that had murdered the poisonous bees, clapped his hands and prepared to walk away.

But the moment his eyes were about to leave the slate, he was stunned again.

The two bluestone slabs were stacked on top of each other, and the seven poisonous bees somehow did not break their bones, but instead of breaking their bones, they revealed on the top bluestone slab, and they actually made a faint snoring sound.

What the hell, the bluestone slab obviously smashed on these little beasts, but it was safe and sound, as if nothing happened?

I don't believe you can't get rid of these seven little flying insects!

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was stunned, looked at the smooth and incomparably hard stone wall three feet away, bent down, picked up seven poisonous bees with his right hand with lightning speed, and slammed the poisonous bees towards the stone wall with all his strength.

In his previous life, Mao Changsheng used this trick, and he didn't know how many flies he had fallen to death.

As long as the action is fast and strong, the little flying insects will also be caught and broken.

However, the seven poisonous bees were stuck on the hard stone wall, like a stone on tofu, and instead of shattering, they were deeply embedded in it, and seven strange hole-like patterns appeared in front of them.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was stunned again.

Is it the unpredictable poisonous bees, or the stone walls are vulnerable?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng picked up seven hard stones, raised his hand and threw them at the stone wall, and the stones instantly shattered into powder.

Alas, the damned vermin is truly extraordinary!

However, the poisonous bees have been embedded in the stone wall, isn't it also a way to get rid of them?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng clapped his hands and floated up, intending to chase the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu and other female ghosts, but before he could do anything, a "buzzing" sound sounded in his ears, and the seven poisonous bees actually returned to the palm of his right hand, sticking like a magnet, and fell asleep as if he was dead.

Oh, the gifts that the poisonous bee ghost flower does not give, once accepted, are like shadows, and they can no longer get rid of it.

"Good beast, it's really difficult!" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng couldn't cry or laugh, so he simply put the seven poisonous bees in his coat pocket and said to himself, "Now, it's not that I can't bear you, it's that you can't bear me, and it's cheap that you are not with me, so let it be." As long as you are by my side, I will be like a man, I will eat without taste, sleep without sleep. Hmph, follow me, you will only kill yourself! I want to get rid of the slut that Mao Changsheng wants to get rid of, there is nothing that I can't get rid of!"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng had a sad face, looked left and right, and saw the rising green smoke not far away, and his heart was overjoyed and floated over.

"Tuk-tuk—"

"Tuk-tuk—"

In the safer stone forest next to the deep stream, sturdy chestnut trees were scattered and scattered, and a middle-aged man who looked like a farmer was wielding a sharp axe and chopping a piece of bent wood, which was obviously cutting the ox yoke used to drive cattle to plough the land.

Six or seven feet away from the peasants, there was a bonfire left over from the peasants' lunch, although it was no longer blazing, and covered with a few charcoals under the green leaves, but it was very bright and red and bright.

"Hey, what else can you pests do?" The poor ghost Mao Changsheng blew a breath at the bonfire that was smoking, and the green branches on the bonfire burst out of golden flames, "Go, roasted yellow poisonous bees, it must be beautiful!"

With a wave of their hands, seven poisonous bees, which were as sleepy as death, did not eat or drink, and were thrown into the bonfire with a "whirl".

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was full of joy, thinking that he would definitely be able to get rid of the poisonous bees now.

However, the moment the seven poisonous bees fell like a bonfire, they each came to life, and each of them spilled a stream of fine urine.

In an instant, the bonfire went out and turned into a lifeless pile of dead ashes.

The seven poisonous bees, lying quietly on the ashes, slept very peacefully, as if they had entered some indescribable dream.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng pressed his forehead and muttered to himself: "Lao Tzu is considered to obey you! Okay, from now on, you are Lao Tzu, and I will be my son! You are Lao Tzu, you have to bear the responsibility of Lao Tzu, and you have to protect your precious son!"

After saying that, he fled like a sneaky escape.

Behind him, seven poisonous bees rose from the ashes without hurrying, singing and dancing all the way, and followed closely with no effort.

Hmph, what doesn't belong to you, you can never pursue it, and what belongs to yours you won't be able to get rid of.

If you can't refuse, why don't you accept it calmly?