Regarding the memory of mussels, the only thing Fang Chen could think of was the one under the artificial lake cave of Linhai Normal University.

It was as magnificent as a shell city, covering the sky, and above his feet, he was full of these shells that shimmered with a hazy white light.

It's just that there are more mussels in front of me than in the artificial lake cave of Shida.

He was good at geography in high school, but after searching the memories in his mind, he couldn't find a river that could have the width of the riverbed in front of him.

From the foot to the end of the eye, the river does not know where it flows, nor where the end is, but all that enters the eye is this white mussel.

He turned his head around with his mouth half-open.

His heart beat violently for a few moments before he looked down at his feet.

After looking at it carefully for a while, Fang Chen found that this mussel was a little different from the ones he had seen in the artificial lake cave of Shida University in his memory.

These mussels are going to ...... Smaller, the shells are not as white as the underground karst caves of the artificial lake of Shida, but are covered with a layer of light beige, which is much more comfortable to the naked eye.

It's like I haven't soaked in medicine......

Just as Fang Chen carefully bent down and picked up a mussel from under his feet to take a closer look, behind his ear, a green glow flashed and fell.

The suffocation dissipated, and Qinghong gradually woke up from his dormant state, the tentacles on the top of his head bent, and his wings flapped and flew up.

As soon as he wanted to go around to Fang Chen's eyes, as soon as he looked up, he saw the endless shells in front of him.

Qinghong had seen this thing, and when he was a bug at the time, he had it in the swamp, but in his impression, the shell of this thing seemed to be cyan, not so light.

But what it was certain about was that it was delicious, and every time they saw it, they would gather and fight for it.

Although it has changed into a butterfly, Qinghong's recipe is still based on the time of the sandworm, it is a pure carnivore, and it has not been stained with meat for a few days.

With its back to Fang Chen, it flapped its wings and slid down.

Skillfully fixed the shell with two legs, and the wings behind him flickered slightly, and the white shell was slapped open by it.

The long mouthparts poked into the flesh of the shell, which was still wriggling, and sucked it up.

For convenience, Qinghong turned his body into the size of a normal butterfly, and from a distance, it looked a little bigger than this mussel, but don't forget how big its real body is.

This little mussel slipped into the stomach and didn't even fill the seams.

Moreover, the taste of this mussel is not a grade better than the ones it has eaten before.

Qinghong lay in this group of mussels, eating and drinking.

And it just buried its head in eating, and did not notice it, as it continued to swallow the mussels around it, these light beige shells, began to float mist.

With the undercurrent surging at the bottom of the river, it was sent to it.

There are more and more mist around him, and he gradually covers Qinghong unconsciously, in the mist, Qinghong's eyes gradually redden, and his body size becomes larger little by little, but the movements on his body slowly stop.

A mussel falls from its claws and falls into a colony of mussels.

And Fang Chen, who had been looking down to study the mussels in his hand, also saw the mist floating under his feet.

What is it?

The moment the mist covered his legs, he jerked his legs and tried to take a step back, but the person moved, but his legs stayed in place.

The mist looked light, but when he pulled his legs, it was like an iron chain firmly on the ground, and he threw him directly to the ground.