Chapter 0319: Breeze Butterfly (Page 1/1)

The first mountain range, the fifth mountain beam, I'm coming!

Before it gets dark, you must take the fifth layer, Zimo looks at the sky, there is still an hour and a half before the night.

The original plan was to cross the first mountain range in one day, reaching an area between 500 miles and a thousand miles.

I didn't expect that it was actually many times more difficult than I imagined, and I went all the way, never making a plan at home, and then I would have a smooth ride.

When I hit the road, I found that the actual difficulties were far greater than I imagined, and many unknown difficulties suddenly appeared in front of me out of thin air.

Even so, these can't shake Zimo's curious and mysterious heart, what is the depth of the belly of this Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain?

Zimo came out of a pile of grass with his sword flower in his hand, looking at the entire dark forest at dusk.

This is an ancient forest, this is a forest of life, under the illumination of the twilight sun, the dazzling red light of the sunset shines through the layers of dense-leaved leaves, one by one into the forest, illuminating the silent trees, flowers, vines.

Everything is so peaceful, silent, beautiful.

Walking out of the grass, Zimo walked through the beautiful scenery while enjoying the picturesque scenery.

It's really like a painting, and Zimo is the handsome boy in the painting. This boy seems to be enjoying life, enjoying the fragrance of flowers and trees.

The moving boy seems to be in the ancient forest in search of something, is it the philosophy of life, or is it a mysterious unsolved mystery, or is it ...... In short, it is a fascinating painting.

"It's so wonderful! Everything is so quiet, pure, away from the chaos of the world, there are no trivialities, competing interests, intrigue, and fame and fame in the world," Zimo muttered to himself comfortably.

Zimo moved lightly, lest he disturb this rare tranquility.

However, the world is unpredictable, there is no real immortal mansion in this world, and a moment of tranquility is just a prelude before a life war.

Just as Zimo was happily breathing in the pure air, a series of noises suddenly erupted in the grass in the distance.

A breeze butterfly inadvertently collided in a large net, and this palm-sized breeze butterfly danced two pairs of wings of a beautiful size, struggling to break free from the shackles of the net.

The slime-stained silk mesh was densely wrapped, wrapping around the vines, flowers, and small trees.

The slime stuck to the body of the Breeze Butterfly, and the large web vibrated violently, leading out the weaver of the giant web, the tarantula.

Tarantulas, as the name suggests, are as fierce as wolves, with 8 black eyes, arranged in three columns, and their species can be identified from the arrangement of the eyes: 4 small eyes in the front, 2 large eyes in the middle column, and 2 small or medium large eyes in the back row. The feet are stout, spiny, and end in 3 claws. It is named because of its ability to run, jump, move quickly, and be fierce.

Tarantulas, with wolf-like hairs on their backs, these spike-like hairs have a strong defensive function. The tarantula, with its fangs, squirts out its venom instantly, and can shoot at a target four or five meters away.

After the target was poisoned, the victim's face was distinctively bluish-purple, puffy, and shiny. Difficulty breathing, slow pulse, irregular heart rate.

Some people have blurred vision, are blind, and have a peculiar smell when they breathe. If not rescued in time, the patient may die of heart palsy after more than 10 hours.

Male spiders are also called short-lived grooms, because after male and female spiders mate*, most of them are eaten by cruel female spiders.

The Breeze Butterfly struggled violently, alarming the weaver of the web, and a huge, fluffy, hideous-eyed, eight-legged tarantula with teeth and claws appeared at the mouth of a black hole under a piece of dead wood.

The huge hideous tarantula looked at the beautiful angel-like Qingfeng Butterfly, shook its fangs, cracked the black mouth on its plush face, and crawled towards Qingfeng Butterfly step by step.

The cruel tarantula doesn't care whether the butterfly is beautiful or not, and whether the breeze butterfly is a fairy or not, in the eyes of the cruel tarantula, this weak, beautiful butterfly is just a good meal.

The huge and monstrous tarantula quickly moves towards the bound breeze butterfly, and constantly shakes the hideous fluff, fights the mouth of the fangs, dances the eight fluffy scratches, and speaks the pleasure language unique to its own race.

Weak, beautiful and fluttering, pitiful, struggling hard, facing this fierce and terrible beast dozens of times larger than himself, waiting only for endless terror and death.

Qingfeng Butterfly, its wings dance desperately, but the slime-stained silk net is the strongest web in the world, a hundred spiders' silk webs can lift thousands of tons of heavy objects, not to mention that the weak Qingfeng Butterfly's feet have been wrapped with several slime-stained silk threads.

The breeze butterfly danced its beautiful wings desperately, but it was all in vain.

The breeze butterfly, the most beautiful butterfly, the angelic butterfly, the final fate is a delicious meal in the mouth of the cruel tarantula.

The world is so unfair, this is the law of survival, this is the law of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

Sword Qi!

Zimo was unhappy in his heart, although killings were often staged in this forest, hundreds of years ago, hundreds of years later, there have always been angelic breeze butterflies being killed by ferocious tarantulas, but this terrifying scene that happened in front of Zimo's eyes made Zimo feel very soft.

A fierce sword aura pierced the air, sliced through many branches and vines on the ground, and quickly smashed into the body of the tooth and claw tarantula.

After the sharp sword qi, the huge silk web was torn apart, and the tarantula that had crawled to Qingfeng Butterfly's side was smashed into the body of the sword qi, slowly cracking an extremely thin and extremely thin gap.

The dead tarantula, half crawling on the half web, didn't pay attention, and thought it was alive, but after a closer look, it was found that it was the dead tarantula, and the two halves of the body were close together.

The palm-sized breeze butterfly struggled to break free from the shackles of half a silk net and flew high into the air, especially beautiful under the sunset sun.

The beautiful breeze butterfly, flapping its beautiful colorful wings, dances high and low.

Zimo stood with his sword down, looking at it with a pair of clear black eyes, and the fluttering of the breeze butterfly.

The breeze butterfly fluttered its wings, floated to Zimo's head, and circled Zimo's head

The top circled twice and flew in front of Zimo's eyes.

Zimo curiously stretched out his left palm, and the dazzling and light breeze butterfly flickered and landed on Zimo's palm.

Light as nothing, this is Zimo's first feeling, Zimo looked at the beautiful breeze butterfly, and his heart was filled with infinite tenderness.

Zimo suddenly smiled, smiling at the beautiful butterfly.

The soft-hearted Zimo faced the butterfly, his heart was extremely calm, Zimo smiled charmingly and said to himself, and said to himself as if he was a butterfly in his palm: "I, Zhan Huang Zimo, am willing to make efforts for the beauty, weakness, fairness, and harmony of the world."

After Zimo finished speaking, his palm was raised slightly, and the breeze butterfly fluttered its wings and flew upward.

Zimo smiled and raised his head to see the breeze butterfly fly away, and the breeze butterfly in the palm of the flying ink hand flew, fluttering, circling, circling, as if unwilling to leave, as if reluctantly gradually flew into the top of the leafy ancient tree, and disappeared in the last trace of the afterglow of the setting sun.

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