[Glory of the King] Magpie and Butterfly

Demon species are artificially created creatures. They were created by super-intelligent life forms. Over the long history, they have gradually acquired their own thoughts and consciousness, gradually acquired wisdom, and are no longer willing to be driven by human beings as slaves.

In ancient times, the demons with self-awareness began to resist the enslavement of human beings. According to legends, the monkeys and bull demons who were the demons were the leaders who led the rebellion of the demons, but the uprising of the demons failed. Since then, Disputes between humans and demons continue.

Magic is a kind of mysterious knowledge, which is triggered by a medium and converted into a certain power. It is the law stipulated by the origin of the world. It replaces fuel in another form and becomes the driving force and power to transform the world.

The super-intelligent body created twelve miracles by using magic and tricks.

(A small part of the above content is quoted from the original work, most of which are paraphrased)

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Now there is a secret technique to turn human beings into "demon species". When the demon species goes berserk, it is very terrifying, and can easily massacre the entire population of a village.

This is a secret technique strictly prohibited by Jixia.

Zhuang Zhou didn't say anything, but he will definitely investigate this matter to the end - what is Qin secretly researching?

After that dream, Zhuang Zhou thought a lot—combining everything, it was necessary for him to leave Bian Que's side and go back to Jixia for a while, and find his own Kun along the way.

As for Bian Que...

People from the state of Qin wanted to kill him, and even chased Bian Que to death in his dream.

Zhuang Zhou secretly made up his mind that he must do his best to protect this distressed young man.

How did such an honest and youthful boy become like this?

He only hoped that Bian Que would be safe and sound during his next departure.

Dreams are what he is best at controlling, and his innate abilities are beyond the reach of those who have been cultivated the day after tomorrow.

Before he left, he would create a safe dream for Bian Que. Although Bian Que kept silent about the content of the dream, Zhuang Zhou felt that it was not that simple.

Maybe it has exceeded his expectations.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't protect Bian Que all the time. He could protect Bian Que for a while but he couldn't protect him forever.

He could only point out one direction for Bian Que, and Bian Que had to decide the rest.

Early in the morning, Zhuang Zhou and Bian Que got up and rushed to several places that appeared in Zhuang Zhou's dream.

Deciphering a formation is not difficult.

Bian Que followed Zhuang Zhou not far or near, and let the man lead the way.

Mi Zhuangzhou dozed off while walking. Although he temporarily put on a pair of oversized straw sandals and kicked across the rocks and weeds, his feet were still scratched by stones or sharp grass leaves.

After walking for a while, the figure in front of Zhuang Zhou staggered and let out a low cry of pain.

"what!"

The toe of the right foot tripped over a sharp stone, half of the fingernails were turned over, the red and white flesh turned straight out, and even the consciousness became much clearer.

Bian Que frowned and stepped forward quickly. The moment he saw Zhuang Zhou's right foot, his hair was about to explode.

"Don't you know how to watch the road?" Bian Que mocked harshly, crossing his arms, with an expression of watching a play.

It is said that the ten fingers connect to the heart, and the pain of turning up the fingernails is even more unbearable for ordinary people. It is considered that Zhuang Zhou is strong-willed if he does not cry directly from the pain.

Zhuang Zhou didn't reply to Bian Que's words, but hissed and gasped in pain.

"I'm used to being pampered and pampered, so just walk a little bit?" He gave Zhuang Zhou a disdainful look, his eyes still resting on the bloody feet.

"It's really useless."

Zhuang Zhou has a Kun on weekdays, so there is no problem of scratching his feet when he walks - Bian Que said that he is pampered, but he can't find a reason to refute, so he can only look at Bian Que sleepily, his tone full of grievances : "Ah Que, it hurts so much."

The long ending sound can almost hook people's soul.

When Bian Que got close, Zhuang Zhou saw the opportunity and leaned on him: "I can't walk anymore."

Those blue eyes looked at Bian Que pitifully, and Bian Que hardly dared to look at Zhuang Zhou.

Luckily there was a scarf to cover the face.

"Come up." Bian Que turned his back to Zhuang Zhou, showing his back.

Zhuang Zhou hesitated on the spot: "You want to carry me?"

Bian Que turned his head and glared at Zhuang Zhou: "Stop talking nonsense, or you will crawl over by yourself."

——Why didn't you see that you were so open when you kissed me forcefully?

Between crawling over and having someone carry it on his back, Zhuang Zhou got on Bian Que's back without hesitation.

Walking in the mountains, they didn't meet a beast—no, strangely enough, they didn't even see a bug.

Bian Que's physical strength is very good, and he walks with Zhuang Zhou on his back, which can't be called a road at all, without panting at all.

To break the barrier, those formation eyes had to be destroyed. If Zhuang Zhou guessed correctly, they needed to go to five places in total.

It is not difficult to destroy a formation, the difficulty lies in the long journey - it only takes half an hour to easily destroy a formation, but it takes half a day to walk.

Bian Que didn't make a sound along the way, Zhuang Zhou kept pointing the way.Walking in the mountains was not easy, and at noon when the sun was shining, even Zhuang Zhou, who was being carried on his back, felt a little tired, so he pulled Bian Que's scarf and asked, "A Que, do you want to stop and rest for a while? "

"..." Without saying a word, Bian Que poured the poison forward to clear the obstacles, destroying a large area of ​​flowers and plants.

Moreover, it is also a flower with a certain degree of attack and obstruction.

Stepping on the weeds with jagged edges, Bian Que got into an irrelevant topic: "Why are you wearing a scarf today?"

For some reason, since waking up early in the morning, Zhuang Zhou has worn a pitifully old flower scarf around his neck, the purple color is particularly eye-catching in the green.

Bian Que is not a person with any sense of aesthetics, but even he finds it a bit hot-eyed.

"Isn't it pretty?" Zhuang Zhou smiled harmlessly, hoping to fool Bian Que with his innocent appearance.

After a moment of silence, Bian Que said truthfully, "Ugly."

Zhuang Zhou lowered his head, and couldn't help agreeing with Bian Que's words.

It's really ugly, and it's so ugly that it hurts the eyes.

But rather than letting Bian Que see how hard he was pinched, Zhuang Zhou still prefers to be ugly.

"Your voice is a little hoarse."

Bian Que's seemingly nonsensical topics hide deep scheming.

"I've been talking to you for a long time, and my throat feels a little uncomfortable." Zhuang Zhou wrapped his arms around Bian Que's neck, and he would not tell Bian Que that he was strangled like this last night.

"Oh?" Bian Que's suspicious tone made Zhuang Zhou quickly want to change the subject.

Zhuang Zhou's eyes wandered, and he began to waver: "Why don't I sing you a song to relax?"

"What song is it?"

"Folk song," Zhuang Zhou cleared his throat and began to sing, "La la la la la~"

In the next instant, Zhuang Zhou was thrown to the ground.

Isn't it... Does he sing so badly?

It's hard to hear that the magpie who made him started to lose him.

Zhuang Zhou fell into the chaos of doubting his life, he stared blankly with innocent eyes, and was overwhelmed by Bian Que who looked down at him from above.

"You can sing so neatly with a bad throat?"

Zhuang Zhou stood there dumbfounded, as if the freeze button had been pressed.

"Ok?"

Bian Que took a step closer and squatted down, his eyes were cold, looking at Zhuang Zhou as if he was looking at a dead person.

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