Mr. Bug One's wife knew that she was ready to go, and she was excited to pack up the adventurous craftsman, and there was a bamboo tube, which had cost her husband a year's savings to buy it for catching prey, and the bamboo tube was ridiculously expensive, and it was a shop run by Teach Eighty-Eight and Ninety-Nine, and the two of them had mastered the magical formula, and used all kinds of magic to make an object that would glow. Only 400 pieces are made a year, Mr. No. 1 Bug has planned to pass on to the next generation as a collectible, this thing is very marketable in the clan, a time box of the Dharma teacher who died in the early years, a time box, every certain time will make a beautiful singing sound, deeply loved by the clansmen, women and children, especially in exchange for 10,000 prey from the surrounding tribes.

Carefully prepared luggage is Ms. No. 2 Bug, waiting for a few days, but I didn't see the movement of Mr. No. 1 Bug in the bedroom, looking forward to going on an adventure, waiting for it to be anxious.

God, it was raining heavily.

There was a thunderclap that woke Mr. No. 1 Bug, and it was so fascinated by its notebook that it didn't know what time it was.

Its wife walked in and looked at it infatuatedly.

"Damn you stupid guy, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Mr. Bug One looked at the timebox on the wall.

"Oh my God, it's late at night, honey, let's go to sleep."

Its wife, thinking it was sick, walked over and touched its forehead.

"Oh my God, you're sick, I'm going to ask a wizard to heal you."

Mr. No. 1 Bug lost his temper angrily: "Dead mother-in-law, all the savings in the family have been lost for you, and you have to hire a wizard, and you don't know how much gold it will cost to invite a wizard." ”

His wife stepped aside, opened the piggy bank, and reached out to touch it.

"Ah, there's not much, it's just a little, what should I do?"

Mr. No. 1 was pale and sick, and his fainting eyes were bursting with Venus, and he fell asleep.

Mr. Bug No. 1, who hadn't slept for a few days, lay down. Its wife was at a loss. Coincidentally, Mr. Bug Nine was its neighbor, and it knocked on the door: "Is Brother Bug No. 1 here?" ”

Mr. Nine Bug was carrying wine in his hand, which had been treasured for thirteen years just after being dug out of the soil.

The door opened, Mr. Nine Worm walked to the bedroom, opened the wine lid, and a very fragrant smell of wine drifted to Mr. Bug No. 1's bedroom, and Ms. Bug No. 2 couldn't stand the smell of wine and went out to avoid it. Although the smell of alcohol is strong, it can cure Mr. No. 1 bug's disease.

Mr. No. 1 smelled the wine, opened his eyes, his legs straightened, his eyes rolled, and shouted, "Ya, my goodness, I can't sleep." ”

It ran out, saw the old fellow and said, "Hey, you dead mushroom." And he took the jar of wine and drank it wildly.

Mr. Nine said, "I heard that you are not very sick, and you have not come out for a few days. ”

Mr. Bug One did not answer.

Mr. Nine Worm came this time to say goodbye, he wanted to take his family to a far place, to cross a large Yama River, to visit his mother-in-law's house, and heard Mr. Nine Worm say that there was a war at his mother-in-law's house, and he wanted to help.

Worm One's wife heard this message outside, and came in urging her husband, "Why don't we go on a trip out there too?" ”

Mr. Nine Bug walked out by himself, and he didn't look back. Mr. Bug One and his wife were left in the room, and his wife got no reply. Mr. Bug One fell asleep.

Its wife looked at her sleeping husband and said nothing.

Chu Moyu was watered by the heavy rain several times, and the rain said that he was not obedient to anything, and it rained again, and then it continued after a while.

The flying insects in the forest are flying all over the sky, and it is the insect elves fighting in the underworld.

Chu Moyu also walked angrily, looking straight ahead, only the light of the tall tower in front of him was the most attractive.

Chu Moyu had been walking for a few days, and suddenly his eyes were not good at seeing the road, and his foot in the dim front was tripped by a wooden fork, and he almost hit his head against the trap on the ground, and the unscrupulous demon master behind him pulled his legs.

The Demon Messenger pulled Chu Moyu's leg and pushed him aside, "Get out of my trap." ”

The magician's bloodshot eyes were red, staring at the young man in front of him.

Chu Moyu's saliva in surprise swallowed back, and he couldn't greet him in his heart.

Chu Moyu asked, "Are you also here to hunt the Doomsday Berserker?" ”

The Magician and his thoughts are very different, they are not on the same mission at all, maybe they are local phantoms, or some strange person who can't be explained, a forgotten person.

The magician rebuked, then stood up and shouted, "Get out! ”

Chu Moyu didn't want to say anything, anyway, he said to let him go, then leave this birdman.

Chu Moyu stood up, pulled his legs and ran, running less than a few steps, he felt the light pace, he looked at his feet, and did not occupy the ground. What magic had made him levitate.

"Let me go, damn birdman." Chu Moyu broke free.

The magician raised his trapezoidal magic staff and pointed at Chu Moyu.

Chu Moyu saw that he was controlled by him, and his footsteps came over little by little, and said in a very hoarse voice, "Damn human, let you get out of my trap, you just run to death?" ”

Chu Moyu knew that he had made a mistake and couldn't run.

Chu Moyu pleaded bitterly and said, "Let me go, I'm still young." ”

The magician laughed and said, "You're still young? How many creatures have you trampled on in front of you, and are they wronged? There are hundreds of lives dead at your feet, and you say you're still young? Your youth has been possessed by the devil, you decaying god possessed guy, as long as you appear somewhere, I will follow the bad luck, my prey was let go by you, my trap was almost destroyed by you, say, is your youth still an excuse for youth? ”

Chu Moyu's eyes widened, I just came to explore the secret treasure hunt, by the way, I want to see what the Doomsday Berserker looks like, this strange guy in front of him, his eloquence is so good, why is he acting so strangely.

Chu Moyu buried his head and admitted his mistake and said: "I have nothing to say, before I die, can I beg you, don't cut off my head, give me a beautiful death." ”

This thing is an unscrupulous magician, a magic professor from the magic country of Mora Moso City at the junction of the Dao Kingdom, I don't know why he was removed from the magic academy, he was ridiculed as a magic professor who left his beloved homeland and lost his life here, and he cut off the heads of anyone he met here for dinner.

Such a voodoo demon master was met by Chu Moyu, and his life was about to come to an end, and he went to beg him.

The unscrupulous magician said: "Die beautifully, you still have the face to say, why don't you live beautifully?" ”

Chu Moyu was about to take that and say, "Okay, if you let me go, I can live beautifully, do you think it?" ”

The words are so beautiful, the reality is that this unscrupulous demon master took out the head from the sack and threw it in front of Chu Moyu and shouted, spitting out his resentment in his heart and saying: "Die, you hypocritical people, I can't be at peace, you, and you, say that your youth has brought me great trouble, I want to cut off your head, haha..."

"Haha..."

Chu Moyu struggled in panic, this demon transmitter was holding his sharp dagger step by step, walking towards him. Little by little, the shadow walked to his back, and the cold head of the magician touched Chu Moyu's neck, gesturing.

Chu Moyu felt his ruthless heart, the moment he was touched, his whole body became cold, especially when he didn't cut it down, he also touched it, and gestured, how to take his head, this kind of torture seemed to be a long time, which made Chu Moyu feel irritable and unconscious, cold from his neck to every hot blood in his body, instantly frozen, a thousand words were held in his chest, a sense of suffocation, and he lost his resistance unconsciously.

The Demon Transmitter touched Chu Moyu's neck, checked his arm, and didn't know what the Demon Transmitter was going to do, and when he finished the inspection, he knew that this young man was not from Mora Moso City, so he left.

Chu Moyu had already fallen asleep with convulsions until the next day.

He woke up, his body tied to a tree by something.

It was the water rattan grass that wrapped him around a few times, hanging rigidly, and there was a cute wood-avoiding spirit with cute eyes below, looking at Chu Moyu, and the demon master next to him came back, I don't know what he was doing last night.

While the style of painting is budding, it is full of fear.

The magic master's Zen staff and dagger were gone, and Chu Moyu didn't dare to scream, for fear of disturbing this head-cutting maniac, so he had to push away the water vine grass slowly, and the wood-avoiding elf next to him screamed.

"Run away."

"Run away."

"Hang."

The voice reached the unscrupulous magician, who woke up and pulled his dagger out of his back.

Chu Moyu was suddenly surprised, so it was, where was the dagger hidden.

"It's over, he's coming again."

The dagger flew towards him, and in a short time, the grass tied to him was split a few times, and Chu Moyu immediately pulled his legs and ran.

The Wood Dodge screamed for some reason.

"Gone."

"He's gone."

Chu Moyu didn't look back, he ran away frantically, stumbling all the way, running far, far away, only to find that the "glass dream bottle" on his body was missing, thinking that it was the dream bottle that his father gave him when he was a child, how could he get rid of it.

Do you want to come back and look for it?