Queen is reborn

Chapter 295 Jade Blood Jade Flower [1]

Grandpa Bai's face was so gloomy that he could drip black water, he sighed, his tone was so sad: "If it's possible, your father doesn't want to be liked by those butterflies.

Because, what those butterflies like is not your father, but the blood that flows from your father.Beautiful butterflies are not ordinary, they are called bloodthirsty butterflies, they feed on blood all the year round.Both belong to the same spirit between heaven and earth. "

These butterflies are not ordinary bloodthirsty butterflies.

This is the ancestor of bloodthirsty butterflies.

The Jade Blood Jade Flower is originally a spiritual flower in the world, and it is not something that is easy to get.

In the horizon, there are usually butterflies.

But those are very ordinary butterflies, neither bloodthirsty nor biting.

Just pick nectar.

Now, for unknown reasons, this group of bloodthirsty butterflies appeared from within the horizon.

Apart from attributing the reason to that layer of golden protective barrier, Grandpa Bai didn't think about anything else.

Xue Ling'er heard this, her eyes opened like balls, she gasped in disbelief, didn't the beautiful butterfly come to save her father?

Did you come to suck your father's blood?Xue Ling'er couldn't stand it any longer, she let go of Grandpa Bai's skirt, and as soon as she took a step on her short legs, she wanted to walk on the road of thorns.

Grandpa Bai's face was instantly startled, as if he had just been struck by lightning, "My little ancestor, don't go up there, your small body was smashed into mud before you even took a step."

Xue Linger's eyes were red with anxiety, and she yelled: "I'm going to find Daddy."

"Don't go, don't kill the big ones, don't you want the small ones too?"

Grandpa Bai roared angrily, what's going on today?

Qianmo Qingcheng is desperate, he already feels physically and mentally exhausted, unable to stop, and he feels guilty.

Xue Linger is going to die now?

It's just...Unreasonable!
At this time, butterflies of all colors gathered and moved closer to Qianmo Qingcheng.

Beautiful butterfly, indeed beautiful.

Not only are the colors beautiful, even their eyes are different from ordinary butterflies.

The blood-red eyes are dotted on the beautiful butterflies one after another, looking like rubies, purely amazing, bright and scary.

Qianmo Qingcheng raised her eyes and looked at the Jade Flower of Jade Blood, which was only three steps away from him, any closer, as long as it was a little closer, it would be within reach.

It was a spiritual flower, and it was also Luo Xue's life. It was very important, so important that he would rather not use a little bit of spiritual energy, step on the road of thorns with bare hands, and let the poisonous thorns pierce his body.

Let the toxins in the body run wild, let the blood and flesh be mutilated, let everything...

As long as he can get the jade flower, he can give up anything.

Not to mention, this group of bloodthirsty butterflies.

There was no intact part of his body, almost every inch of skin was cut and punctured, just waiting for bloodthirsty butterflies to suck his blood.

The butterflies smelled the smell of blood, and they were all as excited as if they saw their favorite flowers. They wanted to stop and drink their favorite flower juice from them.

A group of butterflies, all circled around Qianmo Qingcheng, fluttered their delicate and agile wings, and their red eyes were particularly permeating, with flickering light, extremely excited.

Qianmo Qingcheng smiled lightly, raised her blood-stained face slightly, and glanced at the species hovering around her.

Butterflies are really beautiful, beautiful and bloodthirsty.

Sometimes, the more beautiful things are, the more dangerous they are.

The breeze blows, as if issuing a silent order.

The butterflies are like a flood, attacking Qianmo Qingcheng, leaving no gap.

In the blink of an eye, the figure of Qianmo Qingcheng was gone.

All I saw was, on the road of thorns, next to the blood stains, a sitting figure was completely surrounded by butterflies.

It is airtight, and there is no trace of the original person.

(End of this chapter)