Chapter 143: Adventures Under the Moon (Ⅲ)

The giant praying mantis is not a good-tempered creature. With the aesthetic view of insects, it will not be fooled by the exquisite carcass and beautiful face of the banshee in the flower. The angry squeak, the strong and powerful hind limbs slam on the ground, Unfolding the film wings and flying into the air, waving a pair of giant sickle-like forelimbs across the slender neck of the banshee.
The banshee was so scared that she looked screaming, her hands clasped her head and quickly retracted into the depth of the bud.
The giant mantis's slashing fell into the air, and the huge body flew past the flower buds.
The huge mandala bud shook slightly, and the Banshee poked her head again, her pretty face full of anger, waving a large flash of dust in her hand.
The giant praying mantis slammed into the air, almost hit the cliff, and was immediately thrown into the face by the "flash dust". The raised compound eyes were blinded by the strong light from all directions, waving the forelimbs in panic, trying to drive out the invisible Enemy.
The female demon in the flowers giggled, her eyes shone violently and cruelly, and she waved again to cast a spell. The area where the giant mantis hides grows madly, and a large 10-foot-tight bushy bush grows in the surface of her eyes, just like the same circle of thorns. The wall bound the giant mantis tightly. The giant praying mantis could not see his eyes. He could only move his feet in the bushes with his instinct. He squeaked every time he took a step. His body was cut by countless wounds with sharp thorns, and a lot of pale blue blood was poured out.
The banshee in the flower laughed even more proudly. Four thorny vines were found under the huge mandala flower plant, which wriggled through the bushes of thorns and climbed on the giant mantis, pulling its wings and hind legs, respectively. So that it cannot escape.
The blind giant praying mantis didn't even know what was entangled with himself, desperately made the last jump, and the body dragged the flower demon's four vines up. The vines were stretched straight, and then burst out with strong traction, pulling the giant mantis that jumped into the night sky again.
The fragile membrane wing of the giant praying mantis was torn, and its legs were torn off. It fell heavily into the bushes of thorns and let out a desperate cry.
"Hee hee hee hee~~"
The flower demon laughed almost crazy. Waving the vines while laughing loudly, whipping the giant praying mantis with his head covering his face, pumping the dying prey with bruises and bruises, as if to get some kind of twisted pleasure that Joan could not understand.
The dying giant praying mantis prostrate among the bushes of thorns, making its final struggle in a weird posture — facing the whipping of the raindrops, and raising its plump buttocks high.
puff!
The hip of the giant praying mantis suddenly cracked a large gap, and a thick bug burrowed out of its belly. The worm was dark, and Joan couldn’t tell where it was headed or tailed. It looked like a rusty iron wire from afar, but his body was as thick as a snake, free from the dying host, and followed a vine. The vine creeped up and quickly approached the banshee in the flower.
"Oh my god! Disgusting!"
The banshee in the flower exclaimed in Mu language, her face full of disgust and fear, like a city girl eager to get rid of the cockroach crawling on herself, desperately shaking the vine, and finally put the black monster away Toss it away, busy withdrawing the vines, retracting the upper body to hide the buds.
In the bushes opposite, Joan took a sigh of relief, quickly flew on the horse, and hurled the reins to urge the horse out of the valley.
On this long and frightening night, his curiosity had to give way to the desire to survive, just want to escape from this horrible place as soon as possible, what is the four-armed orangutan, giant praying mantis, mandala flower demon and the unknown The famous black monsters are all left behind-just like a person who realizes that they are dreaming, eager to wake up, so as to completely get rid of the nightmare chase.
The Black Horse was also scared enough by the thrilling and thrilling encounters tonight, and he ran desperately without Joan’s scolding, until the valley where the flower demon entangled was far behind, and the mandala fragrance could no longer be smelled in the night breeze. Slow down tiredly.
Joan looked up at the night sky, guessing that the time had passed by midnight, according to the position of the moon, he strangled the reins and turned off the horse, led the sweaty black colt to a river beach, collected pebbles and branches and raised a campfire. Tie down the tent.
Joan helped the horse dry his sweat, took out the dry food and a large bag of oats from the storage bag, sat by the campfire and gnawed the dry food. The black horse put his head in the oat pocket and chewed the oats greedily.
Both people and animals were fed and drunk, and Joan took out the "security cord" prepared by his grandfather for him from the storage bag, and pulled it away from the tent. The
alert line
is actually a tough and transparent fishing line, with a small bell painted with grass-green paint tied every other foot, which is difficult to detect in the grass. If a beast breaks into the camp and inadvertently trips to the "alert line", the bell on the fishing line will sound, waking Joanne and prevent it in time.
After doing the security work, Joan got into the tent and fell asleep. The black horse stood beside the tent, roasted by the campfire, and yawned greatly, and soon entered a dream with a standing posture.
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Joan was awakened by a ring of bells. Sitting up in a hurry, the probe looked out of the tent, the sky was just bright, the mist was floating above the river beach, the campfire was burnt out, the black horse was walking around the tent boredly, the tail accidentally swept to the cord, triggering a burst of crisp ring.
Joan lowered his mind, rubbed his eyes, drilled out of the tent with a yawn, removed the cordon, and then went to the river to wash. The black horse followed and buried his head to drink water, and then probed licking the little bag in his waist that could only produce oats.
Joan smiled deliberately, untied the storage bag, and magically pulled out a sack that was much larger than the storage bag itself, and opened the bag to invite Ma Meimei to enjoy an oatmeal meal. Joan ignited the campfire again, boiled the water to make tea, and settled the breakfast with dried meat. Afterwards, the tent was put away, the urine was poured out to extinguish the campfire, and the stirrup was mounted to continue the journey.
When the sun rises on the branches, the bright sun shines on the ground, and the mist that wanders over the river gradually disperses. The forest birds chirp, and the sound of horseshoes interweaves into a natural movement. Joan rode a Mercedes-Benz, followed the Eifen River down the river, and ran no more than 30 miles in the morning. It was not until the beach in front was covered by the lush trees that he had to strangle the reins.
Joan brought two knives with him, one of which was an "electro-optical blade" inserted in his waist, and the other was a hatchet that was commonly known as a "hawk's beak" by the countryman. Joan hasn't done a lot of farming since he was a child. He often trims branches and leaves in his own forest. He skillfully holds the knife to the branch that blocks the road. He cuts the branch with a light pull.

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