- The Worm Snake Girl had just died, and her body was still warm, and the black snake king burrowed into her body, not only to eat satisfactorily, but also to warm herself up with her body heat, so when it just came out of the black hole wound in front of her neck, the long body seemed to be a little reluctant and lazy.

At this time, it was still the middle of spring, and the temperature in the air in the wilderness was certainly not as warm as in the body of the insect and snake woman.

The man in white standing next to the corpse of the insect snake woman had been watching this scene with cold eyes, although he felt that his shoulders were sinking, and the cramping pain in his chest and abdomen was getting worse, he still kept his breathing slightly, and his hands, which had begun to tremble for a moment, were steady again when he saw the black snake king showing his head.

It wasn't until the snake king completely drilled out of the wound on the neck of the insect snake girl that the body of the man in white standing like a stone statue suddenly moved, and he broke the snake king's seven-inch life gate with a very close and accurate sword.

Looking at the snake king's long body twisting on the grass a few times, and finally stopped moving, the man in white was a little unable to hold on. The umbrella, which had become heavy from resisting too much snake blood, slipped from his left hand first, and then the sword he held in his right hand was almost loose, but he clenched it again in time. The tip of the sword slashed half a circle in the air, and finally the pestle landed on the ground, barely holding up his body that had begun to shake.

He moved his trembling left hand to his eyes and flipped it, and saw a drop of viscous brown liquid on the back of his hand, and the color of the bruised skin spread around the drop, and the complexion of the entire back of his hand had become a little abnormal.

At this point, there was still no look of fear on his face, and the expression was so calm that it was almost indifferent, as if it were a mask on his face.

Before preparing to face the insect snake girl, he didn't just have a lot of courage, so he naturally made some preparations. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom and opened his mouth to bite off the cloth stopper. Then he poured all the dark red fine particles in the bottle into his mouth, chewed and swallowed a mouthful of blood that had overflowed his throat but endured without spitting it up, he closed his eyes slightly, and exhaled a long breath.

A moment later, when he opened his eyes again, the two dusty eyes in his pupils just now suddenly brightened again. The wrist holding the sword turned. The tip of the sword picked up the body of the snake king, and he glanced at the umbrella thrown on the ground again, but finally did not bend down to pick it up, but just walked back to Mo Ye with the sword and the snake.

Glancing at the three people lying together on the ground, he didn't hesitate for anything and swung his sword. Throw the body of the snake king into a basket on the ground. By this time, it seemed that everything that had been done had been done, and he was about to leave, but just as he was about to move, he hesitated.

The man in white kills insects and snakes. It was only a matter of a moment, when Mo Ye judged the target of the man in white from her hearing, she was actually a little nervous in her heart, and it was difficult to understand why his method of defeating the enemy was so direct, and even felt that his approach was very stupid.

But moments after he rushed out, she suddenly felt that the noise around her seemed to stop for a moment. She didn't hear the shrill and conceited words of the snake girl, nor did she hear his indifferent and unfamiliar voice. At that time, she thought that the snake venom had invaded her hearing, so she would not be able to hear a qiē, but after waiting for a while. She heard footsteps again, no longer as briskly as they had passed by her at first, but they did come to her again.

He approached, but did not speak, probably because of his personality that he did not talk much. However, the voice of the worm and snake girl did not sound again, and with the arrogance and mania of the worm and snake woman, there was only one possibility for her not to speak, which also illustrated a problem. Mo Ye was originally a little happy, but when the strange man approached. She could also hear that his footsteps and breathing were a little messy, as if he was not in much better shape at this time, and her heart couldn't help but sink a little.

Fortunately, the silence in the wilderness lasted only a moment, and she heard the strange man speak.

The snake king's gall or good medicine is left to you.

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the man in white had endured the feeling of churning in his throat for a long time, and suddenly it was like a levee bursting, a large mouthful of blood rushed out of his throat, and his body staggered to his feet. He didn't have Mo Ye's special physique, and even if he carried emergency medicine with him, he wouldn't be able to last long.

Coughing twice, trying to adjust the rhythm of his breathing, the man in white no longer hesitated, and roared at the high rock he had stood on, and soon a horse galloped out of it. He mounted his horse, carried the reins and drove the horse to the corpse of the insect and snake woman, and then took out a few fire folds from his bosom and threw them down, and after waiting for a while, he took out a handful of particles and sprinkled them.

As soon as the particles touched the open flame, there was a slight explosion sound, and sparks flew everywhere, and then the fire instantly rose, engulfing the body of the insect snake girl.

When the horses saw the raging fire, they shook their heads and neighed, and took a few steps backwards. The man in white on horseback also tilted his head, and took one last look at the three people lying still on the shallow grass, and then slapped his sword flat on the horse's buttocks, and rushed down the mountain.

When the man in white rode down the mountain, there was already thick smoke billowing on the mountainside, and it must not be long before there would be a sea of fire.

However, the man in white did not have time to look back to see if the fireworks would cause a disaster, in fact, his act of setting the fire was considered a violation of the norm, he could have not done it, and he even delayed the treatment of his own poison for this matter.

After driving his horse down a rugged path covered with weeds for some distance, he finally saw the carriage hidden behind a tall bush. Lifting the reins and approaching the horse, he almost fell directly from the horse as he dismounted, but only stumbled on his knees, and he immediately used the narrow sword in his hand as a crutch to stand up again and walk briskly towards the carriage.

If he fell, he was afraid that he would not be able to stand up again.

The swarthy face sat idly on the wheel, and the young coachman, who seemed to be sleeping, was dressed a little shabby and sloppy, but it was in line with his weathered status. But when he heard the sound of grass trampling in one direction around him, his half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp edge slid through his eyes.

The sloppy coachman soon saw the man in white approaching with a sword in his hand, and the sharpness in his eyes was quickly replaced by a hint of joy. However, when he saw the bloodshot lips of the man in white and a pool of undried blood on his chest, the joy in his eyes was suddenly covered with surprise.

Is it badly hurt? The sloppy coachman who approached quickly was only slightly stunned, saw that the man in white seemed to be a little unsteady at this time, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him, but was unexpectedly stopped by him by bending his elbow-

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