Feng Jun and Hong Jie returned in a big truck, and the car they drove when they arrived was left to Wang Haifeng.

On the big truck, the dug-out spirits were also installed, and the two of them did not sit in the cab, but directly into the body of the car.

A young man like Feng Jun sits in the car's bucket, but it doesn't matter. The woman like Hongdi, who is so delicate, also sits behind, which is really a little puzzled.

The truck driver kindly invited the red sister to sit in front, but she just did n’t agree. The truck driver shook his head helplessly, and when he stepped on the cab pedal, he could n’t help but stare at them. “It ’s strange that the weather has butterflies. . "

The two people are sitting in the car because of this butterfly called Huajun.

This butterfly cannot be put in a storage bag, nor can it be brought to an eccentric plane. If the two drive a car, it will make a little moth ... If the butterfly comes out, it will be meaningless.

When he got in the car, it was only 6 a.m., it was still dawn, and there was no one in the car. Feng Jun took out a huge sofa, and the two of them snuggled on the sofa, covered with duvets.

An iron chain was attached to Huajun's neck, but the iron chain was not thick, that is, the No. 1 iron wire was as thick as about three meters long, giving it a certain amount of activity space.

Feng Jun gave Red Sister a blood amulet for her self-defense, and even brought one with herself—luck protection is very simple, but if you have been lucky, are you tired?

Then he put Huajun in the car bucket-the iron chain must not be able to trap it, but it wants to break free with brute force, or use saliva to corrode the iron chain, which requires a process.

As long as he finds out that he has made this attempt, he will have enough time to stop it, and he will let him know what life is better than death.

But the gas refining period ... after all, it is different, even if it is a worm, there is enough spirituality.

It tried to break free twice, and its strength is not small, but Feng Jun's strength, where can it shake?

The second time it tried to break free, Feng Jun pulled it back fiercely, with great strength, and almost broke his neck.

Then it didn't make any more attempts, screaming, fan white mist, and spitting, did not make it out.

It has a deep memory of several lightning strikes it has suffered. Most creatures in nature are very afraid of lightning strikes.

The insect's IQ is still not as good as that of human beings. It doesn't know that there are iron chains connected, and Feng Jun doesn't dare to use lightning strikes casually.

In its impression, Red Sister is not afraid of attacking, and Feng Jun ... it is not afraid to attack.

After driving for more than an hour, a thought suddenly came to Feng Jun's mind, "Cold ..."

I went there, Feng Jun turned his head in surprise, glanced at the butterfly, "Are you cold?"

Butterfly's face nodded, indicating that he was indeed cold.

Feng Jun stunned slightly: Will this product still communicate with God's consciousness?

Previously in Wei Yu's Lingzhi Garden, he always believed that this was an uncommunicationable object-at least it was not easy to communicate. Where can I get it, this guy has been acting silly?

Seeing this scene, Red Sister suddenly overflowed with love. Without thinking, she took a down sleeping bag out of the charm and directly put it on it. "You guys, don't say that early."

The number of times taken from the object is not counted, the number is counted when it is stored, but even then, her behavior can also be called frank.

You know, if the butterfly attacks her during this period, she will probably consume another essence blood amulet.

Moreover, it is impossible to put in the object that is taken out of the object symbol-unless you are willing to consume a stored count.

Hua Jun obediently, let her put the sleeping bag.

Then in her head, she received a message inexplicably-it was hungry.

"Feng Jun," Red Sister took the elbow and pestle, and the man next to it. "It's hungry ... find something to eat."

"Hungry?" Feng Jun heard it for a moment, and answered subconsciously, "I don't know what it eats."

The next moment, he took out a pack of instant noodles and tore open the package, "Look at whether it eats or not."

Sister Hong fed instant noodles to Huajun's mouth, "Xiaojunjun, eat it quickly."

The butterfly lay on its side, hiding its wings and belly in a sleeping bag, revealing only one head, and turning a blind eye to instant noodles.

Sister Red curled up in the duvet, and stretched out a jade-like finger very hard, pointing to the spirit plant on the car, "So, that jade with bamboo shoots ... Would you like to eat?"

The jade belt bamboo shoots are also rare mountain treasures. One ring grows one ring. The tree she refers to has seven or eight rings. The plant is relatively young, but it is also more than 400 years old. .

Sister Hong wanted to know what she usually eats, but she was only willing to test her jade with bamboo shoots, so she could imagine how frustrated a woman was when her maternal love was rampant.

The butterfly looked sideways at the jade belt bamboo shoots, then at Feng Jun again, and slowly shook his head-I don't eat it.

This is hard to deal with. Sister Red thinks about it, touched a piece of chocolate, opened the foil and put it on Huajun's mouth.

Huajun looked sideways, opened his mouth, took a bite, and stunned slightly. His two front legs stretched out of the sleeping bag, holding the foil and finished eating the chocolate.

"This mouth is ridiculous enough," Red Sister smiled, and took out another piece of chocolate and handed it to the butterfly, "Peel it yourself."

Huajun turned his head again and said that he would not eat chocolate anymore.

But after a while, it began to send messages again, "hungry ..."

"You don't want to eat chocolate, what else do you want to eat?" Red Sister scared it with a black face, "If you don't eat it, there will be no more."

This guy is really picky. On the next road, the truck also passed the highway service area. There are tea eggs and bread and other things, but it is not very interested.

Hongjie bought a bottle of honey and a paper cup of soy milk, sprinkled the honey into the soy milk, and finally let it drink a cup of soy milk.

"Still prefer to eat nectar," she judged, and the butterfly was finally a butterfly.

But then, Hua Jun's performance completely subverted her three views.

At noon, Feng Jun took out a few ham sausages to eat, don't look at him as a billionaire, but rubbed a big truck and didn't want to delay the time to stop and eat, they could only eat these convenience foods.

Before tearing the packaging of the ham sausage, Huajun's eyes swept over the floor, and his eyes were full of cravings.

"I'm going," Feng Jun raised his hand and slapped his forehead fiercely. "I forgot, this guy was originally a grub, and he ate meat ... but he hasn't eaten meat for hundreds of years. move."

Sister Hong didn't wait for him to finish talking, she already took a ham sausage in her hand, peeled it and handed it to Huajun.

But this time, the butterfly was really not hypocritical. He ate three ham sausages before stopping. The last ham sausage even peeled itself.

Red Sister looked at it, her eyes full of joy, "Xiao Junjun has a personality, actually a butterfly eating meat."

"Don't be so numb, okay?" Feng Jun rolled his eyelids. The words "Xiaojunjun" were harsh. He always felt that Red Sister was teasing herself. "Hundreds of years haven't eaten meat, just greedy meat ... it must be Also love vegetarian food. "

As he said, he drew a bamboo shoot and shook it in his hand. It was nothing else, but it was the spirit of bamboo shoots.

This thing is a genuine spirit, and unlike Yaling's green bamboo shoots, it is very precious to the innate masters.

Even monks during the gas refining period cannot use this as daily food.

The Lingqing bamboo shoots were taken out, and the butterfly's eyes turned to brush the floor, and there was an unabashed longing in his eyes.

It looked like it was full just now, but now it looks like it's hungry and crazy.

Feng Jun has counted on his heart. As he guessed, this butterfly is an omnivorous animal and eats meat and vegetarian food. Just eating ham and sausage, it is greedy and greedy. Once I found out that there are more spiritual green shoots, I immediately want to eat again. Too.

It is actually not difficult to guess. How did Huajun live for hundreds of years in the Lingzhi Garden? It must be those spiritual plants.

The Lingzhi Garden is neatly organized and does not even have small seedlings. This does not necessarily mean that Huajun is a butterfly with only obsessive-compulsive disorder. The more likely reason is that it uses those young plants for food.

As for Hongjie who wants it to eat jade-bearing bamboo shoots, it is not interested, of course, the reason is also well understood. There are a total of a few types in the Lingzhi Garden. It has been eaten for hundreds of years. No matter how delicious it is, it is estimated that it can be eaten. Want to vomit.

Yaling's green shoots are different. There is no such thing on earth.

Butterflies feel a stronger aura, take a closer look, or a new recipe, can it be of interest?

Red Sister also discovered its strangeness, so she looked at Feng Jun sideways, "This bamboo shoot ... how much?"

Looking at her, if Feng Jun opened a low price, she might have bought it.

"The priceless treasure," Feng Jun answered with a smile, "I can't find the second one on earth, I just do a test."

There was actually a big problem in his remarks, but Red Sister didn't notice, just looked at the butterfly with a pitying eye, "Xiaojunjun's saliva is coming out, it's really pitiful."

Feng Jun's eyes turned and he found another piece of spirit animal meat ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ This is not the meat of the mountain salamander, the meat is relatively woody, and the taste is not very good, but ... The spirit is not inferior to the mountain trekking Salamander can even be said to have a stronger aura.

Butterfly saw this piece of meat, and got out of the sleeping bag with a stab, a white light flashed, and rushed to Feng Jun very quickly.

However, it stopped abruptly in a place less than twenty centimeters from Feng Jun's palm and suspended in the air.

It finally came to mind, what a terrifying character he faced.

Seeing Feng Jun's hand stretched out there, motionless, it became more and more scared, its wings flapped slowly, and it fell on the sofa. A pair of eyes looked at Feng Jun pitifully.

Feng Jun looked at it with interest, "This guy not only knows the goods, but also has a good look."

As soon as the voice fell, the butterfly's two front legs lifted up, arching like a human, with two tentacles on his head, trembling continually.

Then, a sense of consciousness came to Feng Jun: I want to eat, I want to eat, I am hungry ... (https: //)