Chapter 67: honeycomb

After a few hunts with the lions along the way, he broke up with them on the edge of the lions' territory. The lioness seemed to want to follow Bran, but was driven back. So after a dissatisfied growl at Bran, he flicked his tail and left.
Now there are only Bran and Huahua, the inseparable little friends, moving towards the goal, and there seems to be no change. But since Bran killed the Lion King, he found that the gaze that was constantly peeped by various predators had disappeared, and now all the gazes that looked at them were alert and careful.
This is not good, at least very bad and dissatisfied for Bran and Huahua. For the two who have just joined the team of tricks for death, at this time they are looking for various challenges all over the world. Of course, they haven't had the brains to provoke those truly powerful beings. To die is to find excitement. This is the essential difference from suicide. Although you may actually die in the north, it is also an important reason for spiritual pleasure.
The spiritual connection between Bran and Huahua, the resonance in the soul, makes Huahua possess many anthropomorphic performances. After being far away from the crowd, some of Huahua's characteristics seemed to gradually affect Bran. After continuous hunting, their wildness was thoroughly aroused. One person and one cat have some common characteristics at the same time, bloodthirsty, curiosity and death style.
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Bran was dealing with her wounds, Huahua squatted aside and licked her wounds. Huahua's ability was also injured, and you can imagine how thrilling it was just now.
Some creatures are not strong enough, and they don’t seem to be fatal in individuals, but at least they are troublesome enough. This is exactly what Bran and Huahua had in their eyes, neither fat nor thin, just like they had knocked their teeth.
Bran has been trying to find capable creatures, and then he got what he wanted. Huge base, weeds, mosquitoes, ants, etc. Hidden underground, there are many small insects and small animals. Every step up and down, the life under the feet is countless. After he gradually became familiar with the environment of the fertile grassland, whenever he carefully perceives and seeks through his own magic net, the magic interference or confrontation triggered by his abilities fills the entire magic net, so he is a little numb.
Nature is fair and does not particularly love humans. I feel special about awakening, only because of the relative scarcity of humans. When the scope of observation is expanded to a wider natural environment, more samples can be collected and no longer appear rare. So he gave up this almost futile sample collection, and the collection of single deposits has become meaningless. Observing some unique phenomena is more helpful than simply collecting samples. Maybe this is the direction to solve the problem. What Bran needs is communication, experience when using various abilities. This kind of experience can only be provided by wizards who are also humans, and this is the most precious place.
A huge honeycomb on the road today aroused Bran's interest. Countless giant bees flew around the hive, making a buzzing sound. This huge honeycomb has a unique magic wave, just like Bran’s villa. After that, Bran played a game that all bear kids like to play, poke the beehive...
Then they fled and were hunted and killed far, far away. Huahua, who was supposed to be behind her, was stung for two more times, and screamed a few flashes and threw Bran far behind her. After landing, Huahua stepped on the tip of the grass and ran away easily with the force of the rebound every time the grass fell down. Although Bran's whole body is protected under the dragon gold, he currently doesn't have much dragon gold in his hand, and the thickness is ugly when spreading evenly across the body. He usually uses dragon gold to protect several key positions, or as a means of stopping bleeding and bandaging after being injured. In the face of this giant bee, Long Jin's thin layer of protection is not enough...
So Bran finally knew that his dual knives could dance impermeably, and they were running wildly. Each sting of the giant bee is an inspiration to Bran, inspiring his infinite potential, allowing him to constantly break through his limits. Bran ran to a puddle under the constant stimulation of hurry, hurry, and hurry, and then plunged in regardless.
Later, I realized that he had pounced on the head of a monster lurking in the water. This situation seems a bit unexpected by both sides, but Bran is in a state of high tension and excitement after all. He immediately stepped on the monster's head, and ran back to the shore with the force of the monster's head and turn, and ran along the shore.
The frightened monster instinctively jumped out of the water and slapped it on the shore, trying to chase Bran away from the back. Then it replaced Bran and became the target of the giant bees to vent their anger.
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Huahua earnestly licked the wound on Bran's back with her tongue, helping Bran to clear the stinger from the wound. Fortunately, this kind of giant bee is not known for its toxicity. Although the sting is very painful, there are no other excessive adverse reactions. Pain is also a stimulus, isn't it a pleasure? Bran comforted himself. At this time he felt that his arms were almost not his own, so he had to find and quickly kill a prey before the excitement disappeared, otherwise it would be difficult to raise these arms after the excitement passed.
Bran slumped his arms, holding a piece of raw meat in his mouth, chewing it every time. This is a bitter lesson. Now Bran decides to win with wisdom. The experience of the past period of time has made his mind a lot simpler. He shouldn't just throw a rock and hit the hive...
For the next two days, Bran stayed quietly. After being beaten by a swarm of giant bees, one person and one cat are temporarily honest.
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Approaching the hive again, Bran was more careful. He sat down slowly on the periphery, letting these giant bees get used to their existence. Then slowly approached little by little. When he was more than 10 meters away from the hive, he extended his magic power, and then the magic power emitted by the hive came into contact with him.
This is that Bran is just curious and careful, not hostile. The two magic powers have similar attributes-assimilation and penetration. This turns their contact into a collision, rather than covering or intersecting each other.
The slight friction between the edges of the two magical powers did not disturb each other. After a slight test, Bran can conclude that the opponent does not have his own magical strength and strength, and the giant bee is only acting according to instinct.
He is now thinking about whether he can absorb the ability of the other party in some way. As if my sister was touching the wizard who had just died, the magic transferred by itself. The trouble is that he must find the source of the magic power, such a huge honeycomb, even if he wants to open it, it is not an easy task.
He needs a partner, a thick-skinned guy who likes dense. In this way you get honey and I get magic power. Just when Bran regained his magic power and sat not far from the hive thinking about how to start. There was a disturbance in the direction of the hive, and he felt his target leaning over here, so he released his magic net to a blank area, and the ball-shaped magic net seemed to open a big mouth. A huge queen bee flew over by himself and hovered in front of his eyes, flapping her wings and making a buzzing sound. This reminded Bran of the little snake he encountered when he first camped. They rely more on instinct and intuition to act, and now it is attracted to Bran.
It's that simple! ? Bran was a little surprised. I still have a thousand methods to implement, and ten thousand ideas are brewing. Are you here? Wasn't the sting before it was for nothing? Bran could slap the reckless queen bee to death, but he resisted this simple and seductive thought. The magical contest between the same types is a rare opportunity and a rare experience.
Bran slowly closed the magic net, so the magic of Queen Bee and Bran began to squeeze and rub each other. Bran felt like a dog struggling to gnaw on a bone. Although the bone was not too big, it was harder and more fangs.
In Bran’s magic net, the tide of magic is constantly scouring. After a long period of confrontation, the magic fluctuations emitted by the queen bee have gradually been wiped out and smoothed out. Now Bran’s most concerned answer was about to appear. When his magic power passed over the Queen Bee’s surface, the interference of the creature itself prevented him from further action. He can't directly plunder the opponent's ability, even if it is the same type. That's good, Bran has a sense of relief. At least before life disappears, abilities are not so easily plundered.
With the result, Bran raised his hand and pinched the queen bee to death. Then a refreshing sensation flows into the body through the fingertips, and my body feels full.