Lo and behold, there is a beautiful butterfly there.
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Bees and butterflies crisscross among the white flowers, cooling off under the green leaves surrounded by the fragrance of flowers, without having to worry about the scorching summer heat.
"Tap, tap, tap; they are coming."
A shadow suddenly shrouded their heads, completely blocking the sunlight. The bees were not afraid, and continued to collect honey despite the shade; the butterflies flew around, and their usually graceful figures were a little panicked at this time, because they have no stingers, so these demons will not be afraid.
The masters of the shadows made a childish noise, and they swarmed forward with waving hands, and the fleeing insect dancers were chased and snareed.
No matter how hard the poor butterflies try to fly, they are ultimately no match for the claws of the children. They are quickly caught and shown off.
The poor dancers in the flower had their wings broken off, their tentacles torn off, and their tender backs were exposed to the sun. The bodies of the injured who were lucky enough to escape were also badly damaged. They didn't fly very far before they slid back to the ground weakly.
They can't fly or crawl, and their tentacles can no longer transmit messages to themselves.
Some fell into the dark puddles, soaking the remaining wings on their backs; some were randomly discarded and crushed by the soles of their shoes. Only a small number of them have been made into specimens to preserve their beauty - just like the sudden appearance of the vermilion butterfly.
Its eyes were focused on the boy's retreating back, and it flapped its wings in the corner where it couldn't be seen, as if to say——
"I'll find you again."