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Qianli Jiao snorted very disdainfully, although doing so might make Gong Wentian see that he was so uncivilized, but Qianli Jiao didn't care at all what impression he would have in this man's heart.

The woman's lips opened slightly, and then she slowly raised her face, although it took some time just now, but now should be the time, it can also be said that the purpose of her water crystal battle this time is very small, purely for viewing, especially to give her sister Qianmian Jiao a taste of childhood memories.

Gong Wentian's gaze just stayed on Qianli Jiao's body at this time, and when the man was still wondering why she hadn't made a move, he saw this girl raise her face.

Gong Wentian's disdain was beyond words, so he almost engraved these two words on his face, what kind of medicine is sold in this girl's gourd, could it be that he has already exhausted his donkey skills just now, is it that his spiritual power has been exhausted, and at this time he is looking up at the sky and thinking about the meaning of fate?

Don't be so weak, my expectations for her are still very high, after all, there are not many people who dare to practice water art these years, and there are very few opponents who have fought with them - no, it can be said that there are almost no people who use water arts, and this is finally an opponent who claims to be good at water arts, at least let himself have a good time.

Could it be that her move just now was too decisive, completely cutting off her back space, and she couldn't recover all of a sudden, and she hadn't been addicted yet, okay?

I had known that I would have left a little leeway, and the war that ended in such a short time did not feel any joy in my heart, but I was a little unfinished and regretful!

When Gong Wentian raised his head like Qianli Jiao, he suddenly felt that something cold had fallen on his cheeks, and before the man could reach out and take this cold object off his face, he was followed by a white object flying down the sky.

Gong Wentian was still very curious about this kind of thing that he had never seen before, and his half-stretched hand stayed in place, waiting until the flying object in the sky slowly fell before he could see their appearance clearly-it was just some light white petals, but these petals would have a hint of coldness when they came into contact with their bodies.

As if thinking of something, Gong Wentian removed the realization from the white petals that fell from these skies, and looked at Qianli Reef with a satisfied and proud face, it seemed that he had just had an auditory hallucination.

In the past, when I first practiced water art, I used to study a move called rain summoning technique, the so-called rain summoning technique is the name given by the person who used this move for the first time, to put it bluntly, the rain here is water, but it is a kind of water that falls from the sky.

And the way this water falls can be divided into many ways, it can be slow, it can be rapid, it can drop drop, it can also pour down, this is completely in the hands of his user.

However, this kind of rain summoning technique has no attack strength, which means that her direct damage is very low, because although it is top-down, these so-called rain are still water, and they are a kind of straight water, and their attack effect is actually similar to that of straight water attacks, but they are different from straight water attacks!

The difference is that the direct water attack must be to take water nearby, and to control the water source in their own hands, both themselves and the opponent can easily see their entity, while the requirements of the rain are different, his water is more obscure, and even before they land, if the controller does not speak, it is difficult to be discovered by the opponent.

Because the first person to use this move was a man called Crooked Hand, legend has it that he was an outlier of the squid clan, because he was born deformed, so he was ostracized a lot even among his own clan, and Crooked Hand's parents were both killed in a battle, which led him to become an orphan who was completely ignored and uninvited.

In the environment at that time, there were even many fellow sects who would use this incident to ridicule him, and the crooked hands who grew up in the gradually expanding inferiority complex gradually sprouted the psychology of self-abandonment, and at the same time, they would also retaliate against some people who had mocked themselves from time to time.

As for his original name, which has long been forgotten, Crooked Hand, was given a nickname by others at that time, because most of his palms were crooked, and his body was tilted badly.

Crooked Hand's father is good at using poison, and all the poisons are carefully prepared by himself, because when he was a child, Crooked Hand basically had no playmates, even if he went out occasionally, he would immediately go home and hide because he couldn't stand the ridicule of others, so he almost stayed at home all day watching his father dispense medicine.

If you just look at it, you may not learn any real skills, but while watching with crooked hands, you will continue to ask your father questions to understand what materials these medicines are made of, what effects they have, and how to detoxify...... At first, the father of the crooked hand did not take it seriously, but he felt that the curiosity of the child was too great, and after a while, his doubts were naturally eliminated, and there was no such great interest, who knows, the question of the crooked hand is not only not over, but he will also take a small notebook when asking, obviously more and more interested, at this time his father began to focus on teaching the crooked hand how to prepare medicines.

However, Crooked Hand only studied medicine preparation with his father for three years, and his father died in battle after three years, because although his poison is very powerful, it can't really be effective at all in the war, and a lot of drugs are useless, and you can't feed your enemies on the battlefield to eat your poison.

Even if it is some ruthless poison that dies in the throat, it needs to be taken by the enemy to be useful, but the enemy will not obediently stand in place and let you pour poison into him, and it is difficult to operate the external medicine that is rotten in the actual war, even if it is forcibly splashed while the enemy is not prepared, it cannot be regarded as a knowing move, and if you are lucky, you will be taken back by the opponent, it doesn't matter if you splash it on yourself or not, after all, this is a drug prepared by yourself, how can you have a back hand, there is an antidote!

But if it's bad luck, it's hard to say, if you don't get it right, the poison you spill out not only can't put the opponent to death, but is blocked by him and sprinkled on your companion's body, isn't this self-defeating, even if you have an antidote, but you have to spend time and effort to rescue your companion, and you will completely lose the fighter.

It's good to rescue in time, if the rescue is not timely, there is no room for recovery, and if the dose of poison is relatively large, it may be killed, so it is better to think clearly about the use of poison in war, especially in the race war, after all, poison is not thoughtless, he was originally just a tool for self-defense against the enemy, in the case of a large number of people, it is inevitable that there will be some improper use, if the timing is not right, not only can not relieve himself, It will also cause more trouble for himself, and the father with crooked hands back then lost his life because he was busy rescuing his companions because he used poison and was used by the enemy backhandedly.

But this situation is not for crooked hands, at least his father has relatives and friends and even his kindred, and he cares a lot about the lives of these people, but he is not like him, he has no friends - not a single one!

He didn't even look at these kindreds, and even said that he hated them, and that they were as hateful as enemies—no, it should be said that they were more hateful than his enemies, and that the only enemies could pierce were his own bodies, and these so-called fellow of his people were stabbing him in the heart with invisible knives.

For this revenge, Crooked Hand has been enclosing himself in a small dark room for more than 20 years after the death of his parents, and usually does not talk to people at all, and even the occasional foraging for food is tried to be carried out at night when no one is around.

One night more than twenty years later, the crooked hand of the real yàn succeeded, looking at the young shrimp on the ground constantly spitting black foam and the expression of horror, the crooked hand showed a smile for the first time, this is an evil smile, or rather, the devil's smile!

The next day, Crooked Hand walked out of the closed dark room, and for the first time took the initiative to talk to the people he met, and in the face of these people's distrustful and mocking eyes, Crooked Hand still laughed to himself: these poor people, let them laugh at others on the last day of their lives!

Crooked hands went to the patriarch at that time, the old patriarch with a black and shiny body sat leisurely on his coral chair, chewed the fish eggs handed by the attendant next to him, and then raised his eyes to look at the arrogant crooked hand, he has not seen him for more than twenty years, but his appearance has not changed much.

"I heard that you locked yourself up, why did you come out again?"

The patriarch stared at the crooked hand for a few seconds and then turned his gaze away, not that he also discriminated against this child, but this child was not born to be a pleasant person, and he felt annoyed when he saw him, especially the expression on his face now, he was not happy when he saw it, he was in a good mood, and he suddenly felt blocked!

"I have something to announce, ask the patriarch to gather all his kindred."

Crooked hands solemnly said honorifics to the patriarch, this has never been the case before, looking at the heavy wrinkles on the old man's face, crooked hands waved a few of his inclined hands, let this old man enjoy the last patriarch aperture, since he was bullied for the first time to seek the help of this so-called just and loving patriarch but was reprimanded by him, this is the first time to talk to him again. (My novel "The Python Wife" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!) Open WeChat now. Click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner to "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up! (To be continued.) If you like this work. You are welcome to come to the www.biquge.info () to vote for recommendations and monthly passes, your support is my biggest motivation ......)