roccoschili Chapter 151 1 Dream, Butterfly Spirit Insect
Chapter 151 1 Dream, Butterfly Spirit Insect
The scene changed, and Bai Fuling saw Qinghe sitting under a tree again. There was still a stone table under the tree, and there were several stones around the stone table.
It was obvious at first glance that this was the home of the Wine Fairy. There was still a lush willow branch overhead, but it was not the same tree as before. It seemed that Qinghe had compensated the Wine Fairy with another willow tree.
Are willow trees really that good? Could it be that the wine fairy only loves willow trees? Bai Fuling wondered.
Qinghe was sitting under the tree, still with an unshaven beard and looking very depressed. He was playing with a glass ball in his hand.
Some scenes were playing out in the glass ball. Although the scenes still showed Qingying and Qinghe, they were not those of Qingniu Village.
Could it be that Qing He had reconstructed another memory? Bai Fuling was somewhat suspicious.
Suddenly, the green grass under the tree moved. He casually grabbed in the air and caught a small white insect on his fingertips.
As soon as the little thing was caught by Qinghe, the roar of the Drunken Immortal was heard not far away.
"Ahhh! My drunkard! Let me go. If you crush me to death I will never forgive you!"
Does this mean the sound arrives before the person does?
Then Bai Fuling saw the Drunken Immortal speeding towards him, his speed was as if he had two wheels under his feet. Due to the severe braking, the dust was raised high.
Bai Fuling quickly took a few steps back, covering her nose with one hand and waving away the smoke and dust with the other.
This old guy, why is he so rash in doing things? Bai Fuling felt so frustrated and couldn't help but complain in her heart.
"Give it back to me!" The Drunken Immortal braked the car next to Qinghe. Although his tone was fierce, there was a flattering smile on his face. He bent over and held his hands under Qinghe's hands.
It seemed as if he was afraid that Qinghe would get angry and crush his wine worm to death. A lot of his wine depended on the wine worm, so he couldn't let it die.
"Are you sure it is still your wine worm, not a corpse worm?" Qinghe glanced meaningfully into the distance.
"What do you mean?" The wine fairy's heart skipped a beat, but he still looked in the direction Qinghe pointed. After looking for a long time and not finding anything, he asked in confusion, "Nothing! What are you talking about?"
"Are you sure there's nothing?" Qinghe's interest in watching the glass ball was disrupted again and again. His face had become visibly sinister, especially when combined with his scarred face, it looked even more gloomy and terrifying.
The wine fairy was nervous. He didn't dare to confront Qinghe head-on. He knew that if he said another word, Qinghe would grab him by the collar and throw him out immediately. So he decided not to bother Qinghe and go and take a look himself.
The wine fairy took two steps and became worried again, so he turned back and warned, "Leave it alive first, don't really kill it!"
After receiving Qinghe's glare, the Drunken Immortal immediately ran away.
Bai Fuling didn't know what he was going to see, so she followed him. After a while, they came to a deep ditch. Who knows what had been placed in this ditch before, it smelled terrible.
Not only is there the smell of a rotting corpse, but there is also a strong, indissoluble smell of blood. When these two smells are mixed together, the taste is simply too sour and refreshing.
As soon as Bai Fuling walked here, she was almost nauseated by the overbearing stench.
But the reaction of the old man Jiuxian was even stranger. After he ran here, he didn't look at the ditch under his feet, but looked up at the air. Then he screamed and sat down on the ground.
It looked like he was quite frightened.
"Gone, all gone? How could it be gone? No way, no way! It definitely wasn't my alcohol bug that did it. My alcohol bug only loves to make wine, how could it eat a corpse! No way, no way, it must be that bastard who made a mistake! It must be..."
As the place was too smelly, Bai Fuling did not dare to go forward and could only listen to the wine fairy's words from a distance.
The drunkard sometimes screamed, sometimes ran wild, and kept muttering something in his mouth, looking nervous.
Bai Fuling felt that he was seriously ill, especially mentally ill.
It was not until the Drunken Immortal picked up something from the ground that he seemed to face the reality and sat down on the ground dejectedly.
Bai Fuling pinched her nose and walked over to take a look. What was inside him looked like a cocoon that a bug had shed.
The Drunken Immortal sat on the ground, crying and laughing. Bai Fuling found it boring and didn't want to smell the stench anymore, so she went back.
Not long after, the wine fairy came back. He carefully sat down next to Qinghe and asked uncertainly, "There are at least tens of thousands of corpses in that stinking ditch. Are you sure it ate them all?"
Bai Fuling’s eyes immediately widened.
What did she just hear?
That bug ate tens of thousands of corpses? Holy shit! What kind of bug is this! So awesome!
"What? You still want to take it back now? Aren't you afraid that it will eat too much and become dead, or even dare to eat living people?" Qinghe glanced down at him condescendingly, as if the wine fairy was a living person who would be eaten by insects in the next moment.
The wine fairy shuddered, as if he had already seen the tragic scene of his own flesh and bones being eaten.
But this bug had been following him for so long, how could he let it give up like this? His eyes were almost glued to the bug, and he asked reluctantly, "Then what are you going to do with it?"
Qinghe simply increased the strength of his fingertips. The insect felt death approaching and struggled to twist its body, trying to drill into Qinghe's fingertips.
It seemed as if it could be saved as long as it penetrated Qinghe's skin and entered Qinghe's flesh and blood.
But Qinghe just casually performed a Vajra Seal, and the insect was unable to bite through his skin and flesh and drill into his blood and blood.
At this moment, a childish voice was heard.
"Don't kill me, I can turn into a butterfly."
Is this the sound of insects?
Seems to be.
What kind of operation is this? Can Qinghe not kill you if you can turn into a butterfly? Bai Fuling thought that this insect was desperate and tried any possible means.
However, what she didn't expect was that Qinghe actually stopped and even took a look at the insect, as if he was making a judgment.
Oh my god! Does Qinghe like butterflies?
Just because the bug said it could turn into a butterfly, he didn't even look at the glass ball.
However, the next second Bai Fuling knew why, because the scene in the glass ball at this moment was Qingying catching butterflies in the rice field.
In the rice field, the butterfly's wing was injured. Qingying carefully moved it to her hand, and then said to Qinghe, "Brother, this butterfly is injured. Can I keep it?"
Qing He was cutting rice with a sickle. As he cut, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and replied, "Of course you can, but they won't live for more than a few days. Don't wait until they die and then cry."
In just a few days, Qingying felt like crying. She said with some complaint, "Brother, you said butterflies are so beautiful, why can't they live for more than a few days?"
Qing He comforted him, "Don't worry, one day I will get you a butterfly that will never die."
"Really?" Qinghe was happy indeed.
"Really." Qinghe affirmed.
Oh! Bai Fuling understood. This meant that this insect could transform into a butterfly, so it met the conditions for Qinghe to be immortal, right?
I really don't know whether to say that this bug is lucky or that it can take advantage of an opportunity.
Then Bai Fuling saw Qinghe throwing the insect into the ice coffin, under the pretext of purifying it.
Wait, could that bug be the one she contracted with?
When Bai Fuling thought about the fact that the insect had eaten tens of thousands of corpses before, she suddenly felt as uncomfortable as if she had eaten a fly.
Also, the moment the ice coffin was opened, she was sure that she did not see Qingying.
In the past, when Qingying was not in the ice coffin, she was always beside Qinghe.
So is Qingying really in trouble?
Before Bai Fuling could continue thinking deeply, the voice of the Drunken Immortal interrupted her thoughts.
"You can't just leave like this, you have to stay with me, Bug." The Drunken Immortal hugged Qinghe's legs tightly, not letting Qinghe leave.
"Are you sure?" Qinghe stopped and asked coldly.
The wine fairy's anger suddenly faded, "I'm not sure, how about this, you let me live in your ice coffin for a few days, or let me use your ice coffin to brew some wine."
Then the wine fairy saw Qing He's big hand reaching for the back of his neck, so he immediately changed the conditions, "No, no, just let me stay in your Qingniu Village for a few days! The temperature in your Qingniu Village is suitable, very suitable for brewing wine."
However, the only answer he got was that Qinghe grabbed him by the collar and threw him far away, so Bai Fuling heard the Drunken Immortal's unwilling shouting and cursing in the air.
Bai Fuling scratched her ears. Why was this drunkard so noisy? He had been thrown out, but why couldn't he control his mouth? If she were Qinghe, she would have thrown him out too.