Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1102 Beast World (1)

As soon as the summer solstice arrives, the cicadas sing and the heat waves blow.

The scorching sun scorched the ground, and the clods on the ground were so hot that it seemed as if the dust had dried out. Only a few dark-brown pot-bellied crickets remained, jumping back and forth like springs.

The ground is hot, and the cicadas are also screaming tirelessly.

There is no wind, and the leaves that have been dried by the sun are drooping and hanging on the treetops tenaciously, blocking the scorching sun.

The dense leaves showed a dark green color under the sunlight, and the silhouette of the sunlight on the ground was sparse, as if someone had taken scissors and randomly cut the ground.

It was disorganized and the temperature was frighteningly high.

In such a hot summer, even in dense forests, the temperature in the forest is very high.

The bugs were so tall that they hid in the caves to escape the heat and cool.

The towering trees, under the layer of wet leaves on the ground, are slippery and soft mud and rotting wood.

Groups of disorganized vines and messy plants are densely piled up here, covered with green moss.

Unknown little insects crawled on the moss, and the sunlight penetrating through the leaves shone straight on it.

There is a layer of fine white spider webs on the top, and the eight legs are covered with fine fluffy hairs.Mung Bean's big eyes are even more like copper bells, compared to its body, they are extremely huge.

The spider is huge, about the size of a grown man's hand.

The pitch-black body hangs quietly on the spider's web, like a very patient and unmoving excellent hunter, silently waiting for the prey to come, and then destroying it in one fell swoop.

Here, among the towering ancient trees, huge spiders, and the muddy swamp full of dead branches and rotten leaves, if you look closely, you can still see a huge poisonous snake that is spitting out snake letters.

The venomous snake has a thick bowl mouth with black and brown stripes on it. Under the sparse sunlight, the scales seem to reflect a different kind of luster.

The snake spat out the snake letter, and the scarlet sticky tongue was fleeting.

The dark green vertical pupils reveal a cold temperature. It lives and hides in the fallen leaves on the swamp, and its three-meter-long body slowly twists and turns silently.

It was noon, the forest was silent, and unknown birds were chirping on the treetops, which made people extremely irritable.

It was stuffy and humid, with no cool breeze.

Here, if you walk casually, you can almost trample to death unknown black insects or wriggling earthworms under your feet.

There are unknown plants and disgusting insects everywhere, and there are mosquitoes the size of fingernails buzzing in the air.

Mosquitoes are black and white striped and very loud.

Buzzing, as if it has been hungry for a long time, it is looking for prey.

Soon, the mosquito found its prey in this dead forest.

Not elk, not rabbits, not lynxes and fat brown bears.

But a poor little baby.

I don't know who abandoned such a poor little doll in this forest.

This forest is connected to a road from the human village, which leads to the edge of the forest.

But now, the little baby was abandoned in the depths of the forest, where there was no one at all.

There was only a piece of baby cloth wrapped around her body, her milky white arms were exposed, and her soft little body was still moving, making a little babbling sound.

The sweet smell of blood came from his body, instantly attracting mosquitoes from ten miles away.

(End of this chapter)