Chapter 2251

Liu thought he might have bad luck this year.

Why?

Why do those damn caterpillars have to cocoon themselves? Why are those cocoons so tough and firm? And if you say cocoon, cocoon! Why tie it up like a broken spindle?

I knew I shouldn't have taken it seriously at the beginning of the first day. When I could move, I should get rid of those small insects that only spit. If I had done that earlier, how could I fall into the embarrassing situation of being unable to move later?

But the good thing is, it's a tree.

These days, even if it is wrapped almost immobile, it does not prevent it from absorbing water and nutrients from the ground. As long as you are hungry and can wait until these dead insects break out of the cocoon and leave, these cocoons that trap it will become inactive and aging sooner or later, won't they?

Yes, like now!

When Ms. Kern stood not far away and looked at the strange tree, she saw that the big tree wrapped in cocoons and hung with empty cocoons suddenly twisted wildly. This scene looks really absurd and funny, but even Kern won't understand it. At least he's serious about beating Liu - he wants to get out of trouble, move freely again, and smoke all the guys trying to get close to him!

"Hiss -"

In the violent twisting, the cocoon filaments that were originally tenacious but now finally began to wither and brittle were broken and torn, and more and more cocoon filaments and cocoon shells fell from the grass under the trees.

Maybe this scene was really strange, even Kern had never seen it, which made her stay aside and watch quietly with interest, probably to see the result of the struggle of the tree.

"Oh, is it a hybrid of madman wood and some other trees? But it's much smaller than the madman wood I saw at that time."

After watching the beating willow twist hard for a long time, Kern seemed to search for the data of tree species similar to the magic tree from his long memories.

Only after mumbling in ancient Greek, she shook her head with some hesitation.

"But what are these cocoons?" she said to herself. "There are many ways to bind madwood, but with cocoon silk... What kind of insect is this?"

Kern thought so, but he didn't have to find out. He just looked around in his spare time.

Just as she bent over to pick up a cocoon shell and thought, the beating willow who tried to twitch each piece of paper finally threw off most of the cocoon silk on her body, leaving only a few entangled and hooked on the branches and fluttered in the wind.

However, after such a toss, it obviously lost too much strength, only the branches fell powerlessly and trembled slightly. It seemed that the whole tree had lost its spirit.

Kern naturally won't help it, and in fact, he doesn't need help to beat Liu, but

"Huh?"

Ms. Kern looked up again, and suddenly she looked up as if she had found something else.

From her perspective, it can be vaguely seen that there is a intact cocoon hanging there alone in the branches that are not dense.

The insect was still there, and the cocoon silk seemed to be as tough as ever, stubbornly surviving the crazy dance of beating Liu Gang.

However, it is obvious that only when there are enough active cocoon filaments can they tightly bind the beating willow and prevent it from moving randomly. Now, with only one cocoon left, it has become powerful and lonely. When the beating willow recovers its strength, it will be pulled off the branches sooner or later.

At that time, it may not be able to survive under the strong whip until the day of cocoon breaking.

Kern thought for a moment and thought that the tree would probably not let go of the little thing. Finally, he raised his hand and took it off the high branch and let it gently fall into his palm.

"It's like having a pet to relieve boredom."

The cocoon looks small from a distance, but it's actually not small. It still weighs a lot in your hand. Kern weighed it gently and stopped looking at the beating willow trembling and resting. With only this cocoon, he went slowly to the lake.

……

It's a rare thing for a flebber caterpillar to cocoon and turn into a butterfly, because it's so rare that Kern didn't recognize it. However, insects break their cocoons fast or slow. It is not unusual that the large troops have flown away, but there are still one or two left behind.

Just like the living corpse, there are always a few lucky people like silly Bo. Because Luna saved it, it will no longer be involved in some complex things; For another example, among demons, there are always other individuals like "greed", who actually want to kill other people in turn.

As for Hermione, it's hard to say whether they are alternative beings in human beings. They just hope that they'd better not be a few of the few, otherwise, the cause of resistance will never see where the future is.

Of course, Hermione and others are not more concerned about this, but... If the Lord of the corpse is really Marca, what are his plans now? Why would you rather go to so much trouble to come up with this cooperation negotiation, but never personally recognize it with you?

Through Luna's judgment, Hermione and Delphi reconfirmed the possibility that the Lord of the corpse was Maka. Even though there is still no conclusive evidence to prove it, they have begun to use this judgment as the basis to figure out what happened to Maka during this period of time.

"It's time for us to go to England tomorrow to finish the rest of the talk, and then maybe we really have to cooperate to deal with the demons." Hermione looked at everyone here. "To be safe, I want to divide half of you here, and the rest will stay at the camp and make the next plan as the case may be."

After the negotiation, everyone returned to Granger camp and began to discuss the next action plan.

However, no matter how urgent the situation is, the news of the Lord of the corpse may be Maka, or it will complicate everyone's mood. It's difficult to concentrate for a time.

But... Yes, after all, the cooperation has not been completely negotiated. After that, we may have to fight side by side for a long time. There is always time to figure out some reasons.

Just then, bill, sitting at the other end, suddenly knocked on the edge of the table, frowned with a report in his hand.

"By the way, there's another bad news to say," he said seriously, "The devil really hasn't found more. Maybe it's the Lord of the corpse... HMM, is it Maka? I don't know... In short, the clouds are still spreading from Britain to France, and have crossed half the English Channel - on this issue, I think we must make preparations early!"