Chapter 66: Bubble Paradise (14)

    The theme of the maze changes every day, so if you go in and stay until the next day, the whole surrounding will change.

    This is equivalent to the previous efforts in the maze in vain, you need to start from scratch and find a new way.

    Following the flow of people, Yan Zhengyan paid nearly half of the bubble coins in a low-key manner and entered a "maze" building.

    The exterior is a building, but the interior is only a towering light door, and the rest is blank.

     

    When I turned around, I found that the door of light had disappeared, and there were no first people around. It seemed that the place where the door of light was placed was random.

    If you want to get out of the maze of flowers, you can only find the key in the treasure chest.

    Unknown treasure chests vary in size, but they all have a uniform appearance, no locks, and contain all kinds of strange things. When it is opened, it disappears in a short time.

    With the help of the little golden bell, Yan Zhengyan knew that the exact time of this world is 19:27, and in less than five hours, this place will be refreshed and become a new kind of maze.

    So now either find the key in more than four hours, or just find a place to rest and wait until twelve o'clock at night to find the key in the new maze.

    The maze is a serious maze. A smart person can infer and find the location of the treasure box by the variety, size, color, fragrance, planting range, orientation, and even the stamen pattern of the flower.

    But Yan Zhengyan is not a serious treasure hunter.

    She is an ordinary, barely intelligent person. Her actions mainly rely on strength rather than her brain. This kind of labyrinth reasoning is too complicated, so she can only see the bright appearance.

    Wandering on the path in the sea of ​​flowers, from a distance, a large swath of purple almost drowned her.

    Yan Zhengyan used his "housekeeping skills" to reincarnate, but he looked around at a loss and didn't see anything different.

    It doesn't take much effort to open it anyway, she has been using the Samsara Eye.

    There are a lot of experiences in this day, and the sea of ​​flowers is colorful, so after an hour, Yan Zhengyan, who is looking at the flowers, is also a little tired. She cleaned up a small space everywhere, spread a thin blanket, and decided to rest until midnight to keep her spirits up.

    Lie down, set the alarm, and close your eyes.

    Yan Zhengyan's right arm rested under his neck, wearing an eye patch, and fell asleep recklessly, surrounded by circles of protective props.

    On the way, she felt that she was separated, and she also found a treasure chest with a large dewdrop from under her body, which was very hard.

    Yan Zhengyan, who didn't open his eyes, rubbed it with his hands, opened the treasure chest, and got a petal × 1. The cool petals stuck to the pulp of her index finger, as if stained with plum juice.

    The treasure chest shattered into purple light and escaped into the ground.

    All this, Yan Zhengyan, who was already in a daze, knew nothing.

    …

    “Boom-boom-boom-”

    The little golden bell dutifully banged on the copper plate that I didn't know where to find it, and the crisp and almost harsh sound reached the depths of my soul.

    "Stop, I'm awake."

     

    There is still one minute to zero.

    She quickly packed her things and stood quietly in the corner of the sea of ​​flowers.

    It's zero.

    Reincarnation At the moment, all the petals are floating to the sky, pulled by unknown silk threads, like colorful rain, covering the sky, while the flower branches sink into the ground, and the soil is melting.

    It seems that an invisible big hand is fiddling and leading, the sky and the earth are deforming and shattering, the colors are stripped away, and only black and white are left, filling the maze.

    The monotonous black and white also derives the difference, black has chocolate black, gray black, pencil black...white has milk white, beige, pearl white...

    And then they fluctuated, and fluttered—they were all butterflies!

    These changes happen in an instant.

    In a second, the flower turns into a butterfly.

    The ground is a butterfly, and a few fly away from time to time, revealing the bottom of the black hole, and I don’t know where to go; the tree is a butterfly, changing its shape every moment…

    In addition to the day or that day, everything else has turned into butterflies big and small.

    Yan Zhengyan stepped on these butterflies, looking at their vivid appearance, he always felt uneasy.

    The original sea of ​​flowers was immobile, and could only be shy and let anyone search for the treasure chest.

    Nowadays butterflies can fly! God knows where the treasure chest was submerged.

    Yan Zhengyan spread her wings on her back, of course, not because she mutated, but because she wanted to try new uses of spiritual power.

    The slanted flying sky, the first time she controlled her wings, she couldn't help but go on a rampage, like a "Sky Road" killer who didn't get a driver's license.

    After breaking up several groups of butterflies that were light in the air in a row, Yan Zhengyan hit the "iron plate" - a big treasure box that was deliberately hidden behind by the butterflies seeking revenge.

    I slammed it on my face, my head was dizzy, my forehead was swollen, but fortunately there was no scratch.

    Yan Zhengyan fell vertically against the box with his face down.

    At her landing point, the butterflies who acted as the earth scattered and hid.

    Before falling into the dark unknown place, Yan Zhengyan woke up and struggled to flap his wings and go to the sky.

    She was stagnant in the air, holding a heavy treasure chest in her arms, wiped her hands and opened it.

    There is no key inside, only a cocoon like the morning mist, which I can't hold in one hand.

    Is it related to bugs? Why not fluffy? !

    Yan Zhengyan was holding a slightly warm cocoon, guessing it was a butterfly, so it was a little regretful that he named it white steamed bun to commemorate the painful bag on his head.

     

    "Slave, hurry up and make offerings." From somewhere, the milky little baby's voice said so.