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Chapter 241 Chapter 241
Chapter 50
Peter was really afraid that they would fall all of a sudden, so he hugged Dolores again quickly, but it turned out that this was unnecessary worry. Soon, they found themselves falling slowly.
Dolores checked the distance with her eyes, and they would probably fall somewhere in the forest below.
She took a deep breath: "How can we go out!"
When they get lost in this beautiful forest, they may have no time to appreciate the natural scenery.
Peter gritted his teeth and tried to contact other people.
"Hi?! Can anyone hear me?"
There was a sizzle coming from his earphones, the signal looming.
"Peter?!...you are at the.....Landmark...."
Peter heard Tony's voice first, and he was startled: "I'm with Dolly! Where are the others?!"
Natasha's voice sizzled in the signal: "My coordinates can't...the ocean...the beach...there are buildings.."
"Van Gogh...and me, we are in...the forest..." Bucky's signal was even worse, and he dropped the line immediately after saying this.
The worse thing than being lost on a completely strange alien planet is that they are completely scattered, and it is almost a problem to communicate with each other.
Peter tried to make contact, but soon there was no response from his comm device.
He tore off his headgear: "Oops, the communication device seems to have been damaged by some force while passing through the teleportation."
Dolores became nervous: "Can I still fix it?"
"It wouldn't be a big deal if conditions allowed, but now—"
He took a deep breath: "I don't expect to find tools in the forest..."
They are getting closer and closer to the ground. Those tall trees are not much shorter than the steel forest in New York City. The giant trees are towering, and the lush crowns are closely connected, forming a green undulation.
Peter stretched out his hand, and shot a spider thread towards the canopy below, pulling it to speed up the falling speed.
He said with force, "I feel like we're like two hydrogen balloons that have deflated... Ha."
This is a very accurate metaphor. The two of them floated in the air and gradually fell to the ground.
"Watch out for the branches."
Dolores hugged Peter tightly, and the two of them sank into the leaves together, rustling, rubbing the branches to brush away the leaves that hit their faces, and they really entered this forest.
Their feet landed carefully on the thick branches, facing the land far away from them, Peter couldn't help exclaiming: "Oh my god...these trees are too tall!"
This is a forest that Peter is not sure whether he can see on the earth. It is beyond imagination. These trees are horribly thick, and almost none of them are below 300 meters....
If I want to say it, Peter thinks that this place is like a place where elves live, which is very magical.
The roots of the tree they were stepping on were intertwined and intricately intertwined with the roots of other trees, covering the ground.
Thin sunlight penetrates and casts down from the gaps in the leaves, beams of golden light cast down in bunches, shining on the moss and fungi on the huge raised tree roots.
He stepped on the strong branches and walked down as easily as walking stairs.
"If you want me to say, this place seems to be a very suitable place for the word magic, magic forest-I'm afraid that a witch will come out of nowhere..."
Dolores jumped down while supporting his hand and the huge vine beside him, and opened her mouth: "I'm more worried about whether there will be beasts or insects about the size of Van Gogh here—"
Her face wrinkled as she spoke.
Like a beetle the size of a car or something, that would be too scary...
They slid down the roots, and Dolores looked up at the sky, which seemed to be getting darker.
"We're sure we won't be able to get out before dark."
She was troubled: "There is no food and no water..."
Peter looked around and didn't look scary at all. It was as dreamy as a fantasy forest in a fairy tale. He grinned: "I would like to treat this place as a vacation."
Dolores took a deep breath: "Let's go, see if we can find the water source."
She was a little more optimistic: "Maybe we can follow the water to find the sea—although it doesn't look like a tropical area."
The two could only choose a direction arbitrarily, and started a wilderness survival that did not seem easy.
After they got a little familiar with this place, Dolores found that the creatures here were at least insects about the size of the earth. A long insect with wings glowed, and there were long tentacles coming from her head. Crawl over.
Dolores took Peter's hand and turned over a tree root half a person's height. He suddenly said, "I seem to hear the sound of water."
She immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great."
They walked for an hour or two. Probably, the more they walked, the more they realized that this was not the earth.
The plants here absolutely do not exist with the earth, but they still have the most basic similarities.
"Of course, after all, there is actually no difference between the Hagana and the Earthlings."
Peter said.
But the plants that glow are also too strange.
When it got dark that day, Dolores and Peter found that there were a lot of certain plants emitting faint fluorescent light growing almost everywhere they could grow.
It grows very beautifully, with slender and slender leaves, with glowing light capsules hanging on the leaf tips, which are round and bulging, emitting silver-blue light through the thin leaves, and the top buds will also follow As time gets brighter and darker, the petals unfurl, revealing the dreamy soft light inside.
"My God, it's the real magic forest at night."
Peter found that the closer they got to the water's edge, the more dense the plants were. Although it was getting dark, the plants were undoubtedly enough to provide light.
Simply beautiful.
It was as if the stars had fallen to the ground, and the shards were scattered all over the forest.
They finally came to an open space with a little less trees. The dense canopy framed a starry sky. The two moons seemed to be gradually converging, and the light they emitted was very dazzling. The plants are also swaying and echoing.
The stream flows through the roots of the trees, it is very clear, and when it reflects the moonlight, it is like a small galaxy flowing in the sea of flowers.
"What's the name of this flower? It's so beautiful."
Peter went into the flowers and made a path to the brook.
Dolores lifted the corner of her robe carefully, and walked past these leaves that looked like small light bulbs.
"I don't know, it's not written in the book my aunt gave me."
Peter finally couldn't help it, he raised his hand and squeezed the light sacs on the leaf tips, and with a crackling sound, the fluorescent liquid inside splashed everywhere.
"Oh! sorry!!"
He quickly withdrew his hand, his hand was still wearing the spider suit, and the place where it touched the luminous liquid continued to glow.
"Why don't we call it Glowing Flower, or Glowing Grass—"
His uninteresting naming method made Dolores roll her eyes behind him: "How dare you name such a beautiful plant..."
They walked to the creek, made sure that it was drinkable water, and carefully drank some with their hands.
Peter smacked his mouth: "Absolutely natural."
Dolores raised her head, and quickly pulled Peter in surprise: "My God, look!"
In the sky above their heads exposed in the canopy of the tree, two rounds of the moon almost overlapped, emitting extremely bright light, a circle of golden halo gradually formed, and all the surrounding stars were eclipsed.
The soft but dazzling light was projected down, and finally, they completely overlapped, and the golden halo suddenly became dazzling, shining gorgeously and breathtakingly, very shocking.
"OMG!! JUST WHAT?!"
This clearing by the stream, which can be fully illuminated by the moonlight, is full of luminescent plants. They form a radiant light, and now, when the moon and the halo in the sky are shining brightly, they seem to be awakened up.
The circular light sac formed on the tip of the leaf is separated, like thousands of small lamps slowly floating up, emitting light one by one in the lonely forest.
The petals are also fully blooming at this moment, it stretches softly, and a silver mist floats in each bud, like a dream.
The little creatures with wings are like flower elves that only exist in fairy tales on earth. They fly from the center of the petals, trailing behind them a silver trail like gauze and mist. The flying posture is soft and beautiful.
There was their whispering in the air, and it was as sweet as music.
Dreamy flower elves—let's call them that, they are not afraid of Peter and Dolores at all, and their transparent wings, which are more colorful than butterfly wings, slowly flapped and approached.
Peter grabbed Dolores: "I can't even breathe—"
His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that the wonderful scene in front of him was real.
All of this is as beautiful as a dream! !
Dolores was also intoxicated in this dreamy scene, she couldn't help stretching out her hand, and let a flower elf approaching her stand in the palm of her hand.
Peter swallowed, staring at the scene with bated eyes.
Dolores even took her breath lightly, for fear of scaring away this little creature that only existed in fairy tales.
It is as light as a feather, with four limbs and clear facial features, but it is clearly different from a human.
The little flower elf floated to her face just a little bit in the palm of her hand, and made a whining sound that was probably pleasure or intimacy, and leaned forward to touch her face lightly with her hand.
Peter said in an uncanny voice, "It likes you—"
Dolores didn't know if it was nervous or what, she took a deep breath: "It's kind...God, I don't know, I just can feel it...My God I think I want to Passed out."