Chapter 143 Adventures Under the Moon (Ⅲ)

The giant mantis is not a good-tempered creature. With the aesthetics of insects, it will not be confused by the exquisite body and gorgeous face of the banshee in the flower. It screams angrily and kicks the ground with its strong and powerful hind legs. It spread its membrane wings and soared into the air, waving a pair of scythe-like forelimbs and slashed at the banshee's slender neck.

The banshee was so frightened that her face turned pale, she screamed and quickly retracted into the bud with her head in her hands.

The slash of the giant mantis missed, and its huge body flew past the flower buds.

The huge mandala buds trembled slightly, and the banshee poked her head out again, her pretty face was full of anger, and she waved a large cloud of shining dust with her hands.

The giant praying mantis fell into the air and almost hit the cliff. Just as it landed safely, it was sprinkled on the face by "flash dust", and its protruding compound eyes were stimulated by the strong light from all directions. enemy.

The banshee in the flower giggled coquettishly, her eyes flashed with tyrannical cruelty, and she waved her hand again to cast a spell. The vegetation grew wildly in the area where the giant mantis was hiding, and in a blink of an eye, a dense thorn bush up to 10 feet high appeared on the ground, like a circle of thorns. The wall bound the giant praying mantis tightly. The giant mantis couldn't see with both eyes, so he could only move his feet in the thorn bushes with intuition. Every time he took a step, he squeaked and screamed. The sharp thorns cut countless wounds on his body, and a large amount of light blue blood gushed out.

The banshee in the flower smiled even more proudly. Four thorny vines protruded from the huge Datura flower plant, twisting and wriggling through the thorn bushes, and clinging to the giant mantis, grabbing its wings and hind legs respectively. make it impossible to escape.

The blind giant mantis didn't know what was entangled him at all, and desperately made a final leap, dragging the four vines of the flower demon with his body and bouncing high. The vines stretched straight, and then burst out with strong traction, tearing down the giant praying mantis that leaped into the night sky.

The fragile membranous wings of the giant mantis were torn apart, and its legs were also torn off. It fell heavily into the thorn bushes, crying out in despair.

"Hee hee hee hee~~"

The flower demon laughed almost maniacally. Laughing wildly while waving the vines, whipping the giant praying mantis across the head and face, the dying prey was covered in bruises, as if he had obtained some kind of distorted pleasure that Joan could not understand.

The dying giant mantis prostrated itself among the thorn bushes, making its final struggle in a weird posture—facing the whips falling like raindrops, raising its plump buttocks high.

puff!

A big gap was suddenly opened in the buttocks of the giant mantis, and a thick worm came out of its belly. The whole body of this bug was pitch black, and Joan couldn't tell where it was head and where it was tail. It looked like a rusty iron wire from a distance, but its body was as thick as a big snake. It got rid of the dying host and followed a vine The vine squirmed and climbed, and quickly approached the banshee in the flower.

"My God! It's disgusting!"

The banshee in the flower exclaimed in the language of the wood tribe, with disgust and fear on her face, like a city girl eager to get rid of the cockroach crawling on her body, flicking the vine desperately, and finally got the black monster far away Throwing it away, hurriedly retracted the vines, and retracted the upper body to hide the flower buds.

In the bushes on the opposite side, Qiao An let out a long sigh of relief, quickly flew on the horse, and flicked the rein to urge the horse to rush out of the valley.

On this too long and frightening night, his curiosity had to give way to his desire to survive, and he just wanted to escape from this terrifying place as soon as possible, and put the four-armed orangutan, the giant praying mantis, the mandala flower demon and the unknown beast to the ground. The famous black monsters are all left behind - just like a person who realizes that he is dreaming is eager to wake up, so as to completely get rid of the pursuit of nightmares.

The black pony was also terrified by the series of thrilling encounters tonight, so it ran as fast as it could without being scolded by Joan, until it left the valley where the flower demon entrenched far behind, and the scent of datura flowers could no longer be smelled in the night wind. Slow down tiredly.

Joan looked up at the night sky, guessed that it was past midnight based on the position of the moon, reined in the reins, got off the horse, led the sweaty black pony to a river beach, collected pebbles and branches and set up a bonfire, Pitch the tent.

Joan wiped off the horse's sweat, took out the dry food and a large bag of oats from the storage bag, and sat by the campfire to eat the dry food, while the black pony stuck its head into the oat bag and greedily chewed the oats.

After the people and animals had enough to eat and drink, Joan took out the "warning rope" prepared by his grandfather for him from the storage bag, and pulled it around the tent. The "warning line" is actually a tough and transparent fishing line, tied with a small bell painted with grass green paint every one foot, which is difficult to detect when it is set in the grass. If a wild animal breaks into the camp and stumbles over the "warning rope" by accident, the bell on the fishing line will ring, waking Joan awake and taking precautions in time.

After doing security work, Joan got into the tent and fell asleep. The black pony stood by the tent, warmed by the campfire, yawned big, and soon fell asleep standing up.

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Joan was awakened by a ringing bell. He hurriedly sat up, looked out of the tent with his head, the sky had just dawned, mist floated over the river beach, the campfire had been burned out, the black horse was pacing back and forth around the tent in boredom, and its tail accidentally swept the warning wire, triggering a crisp sound ring.

Joan was relieved, rubbed his eyes, yawned and got out of the tent, removed the warning rope, and went to the river to fetch water to wash. The black pony came over to drink water, and then licked the small cloth bag on the owner's waist that could only produce oatmeal.

Joan smiled knowingly, untied the storage bag, and took out a sack much larger than the storage bag itself as if by magic, and opened the bag to invite Ma'er to enjoy a feast of oatmeal. Joan relighted the campfire, boiled water to make tea, and settled for breakfast with jerky. Afterwards, the tent was put away, the campfire was extinguished by urinating, and the horse stepped on the stirrups to continue on the road.

When the sun rises above the branches, the bright sunlight shines on the earth, the mist hovering over the river gradually dissipates, and the chirping birds in the forest interweave with the sound of horseshoes to form a natural movement. Joan galloped on horseback and followed the Ivene River down the river. He ran for no less than 30 miles in the morning. He had no choice but to rein in the river beach ahead when it was covered by lush bushes. He got off his horse and opened the way with a knife.

Joan carried two knives with him, one of which was an "electric light blade" inserted in his waist, and the other was a hatchet commonly known by country people as "Eagle Beak" - the blade was about two feet long, and the blade was like a curved bird's beak. Joan has been doing farm work since he was a child, and often trims branches and leaves in his own forest. He skillfully holds a knife to hook the branches blocking the road, cuts off the branches with a light pull, and walks through the forest holding the rein with his left hand.

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