Chapter 127: Could It Be That I Have Talent?
What did it mean for joy to turn to sorrow?
It meant being in such a good mood that you stopped being careful, and never stopped to think about why a bear demon's mountain valley would have a perfectly intact beehive of that size left undisturbed.
Did the bear simply not like honey?
Li Qiuchen tucked one young miss under each arm and fled for a full twenty li before daring to stop and catch his breath, by which point the valley was well out of sight.
That had been terrifying.
The truly fearsome thing in that valley hadn't been the bear at all. It was the bees.
Not ordinary bees, either. They were Gold-Eating Bees.
The venomous stingers on their tails could pierce iron armor.
Hu Caiyi had been making a fuss about wanting wild honey, and Li Qiuchen hadn't thought anything of it at the time.