The scrivener and the wizard kept retreating, and there was a sense of powerlessness in the face of demon-like creatures. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Fortunately, there was a corpse in front of him, which temporarily slowed down the speed of the little snake. The snake ball drowned the Japanese experts and soon turned into a pile of bones. The scrivener and the wizard ignored it and retreated until their backs were against the rock wall.

The "first-line sky" of the ghostly axe, the rock wall is as smooth as a knife cut, and you don't even think about climbing it. The two subconsciously walked along the rock wall, the space was narrowing, and they actually arrived at the river again. The silver-white roots float densely on the surface of the water, and no matter how you look at it, it looks like countless small snakes.

The roots are soaked in water for a long time, and they seem to become thicker and more transparent. The scrivener felt a little strange, and there were many small balls under the epidermis of the roots, like eggs, and like eggs, which seemed to be pregnant with life. The epidermis of some of the roots is cracked, leaving only a transparent outer skin. The scrivener was frightened by his discovery and did not dare to jump into the water. The same goes for wizards. The two looked at each other and fell into a desperate situation.

The snake ball didn't give them much time to hesitate, and kept closing in on the two of them. The scrivener box is the first to jump into the water, fuck it, live one more minute and earn one minute. The wizard followed suit.

The tendrils floated on the surface of the water, almost touching the face of the scrivener, and they could be seen more clearly. Some of the roots are extraordinarily thick, and the eggs inside seem to be ripe, and occasionally a small snake breaks out of its shell and struggles in the roots, and it only needs to break through the outermost membrane to set it free.

The scalp of the scrivener is numb, and the contact with the little snake at such a close distance is almost like squeezing together with death. Once all the little snakes break out of their shells, what kind of shocking scene will be...... The scrivener didn't dare to think about it anymore. The small snakes on the shore have entered the water one after another, and they are fused with the roots, and it is difficult to distinguish them. The scrivener does not think that he is more flexible than a snake in the water, and although he still has a scimitar in his hand, he still can't escape the fate of being used as food. He suddenly remembered the pile of rocks on the ground, each stone was carved with vague totems, which he thought was a two-headed snake at first, but now it seems that it is not wrong, it is clearly a snake nest.

The wizard's expression was very calm, struggling on the death line several times, but at the critical moment, he looked down on life and death. He floated down the water, with only his head and one hand above the water, holding an eerie flower in his hand. Even if there is a line between life and death, I still hold the flowers in my hands.

The scrivener frowned secretly, he was very close to the wizard, and he could smell the fragrance of flowers very clearly, which was not a good thing. He'd learned the wizard's gaffes. I had to remind the wizard several times that it was best to throw away the flowers, and if I wanted to give them to my lover, I would get a beautiful one when I went out. The wizard didn't care, his face as calm as a plank.

The scrivener didn't say anything more, and put his free hand to stuff the leaves in his pocket into his mouth and chew them, this kind of leaves can keep mosquitoes away, but I don't know how useful they can be in the water. This is the only hope he has left, and if that doesn't work, he can only wait to die.

Countless small snakes swim in the middle of the roots, and from time to time new small snakes break out of their shells, densely packed, and the two have long been indistinguishable. The scalp of the scrivener box is numb, even if he has experienced a hundred battles, he can't help but get goosebumps at this time. Resist, what to resist? With a knife or with a gun? Everything is like a joke.

The wizard held a strange flower, extremely serious. The time for the flowers to be picked is not short, but there is no meaning of withering at all, and it is bright and bewitching. A faint aroma enveloped the surroundings, the scrivener was in a trance, the situation was very bad, and his mind was affected by the aroma.

A huge sense of drowsiness hits, the whole body is very comfortable, and every cell is extremely relaxed. The scrivener is not good, once you fall asleep, you can't help yourself with the rest of the story. At the same time, I realized a very strange question: why was the wizard unaffected this time? Don't...... Today's wizards have long been delirious......

The problem is very serious, the scrivener forces himself to wake up, and the wizard next to him is estimated to be unreliable. But it didn't work, the nerves were no longer governed by the brain, and a huge drowsiness was overwhelming......

The scrivener slowly closed his eyes, his limbs stopped swimming, and his body slowly sank to the bottom of the water. The lack of oxygen made him very uncomfortable, he had a splitting headache, and his chest seemed to be pressed by a thousand pounds of boulders, and he couldn't breathe in a single breath of air. He struggled desperately, but it was useless, his body was still sinking, countless small snakes surrounded him, and a cloud of blood was everywhere around his body. The sharp pain made him wake up a little, and he swung his limbs vigorously to float upwards. The color of blood also floated upward, and the surface of the water was bright red.

Large areas of roots were dyed red, and more small snakes broke out of their shells. The scrivener is sleepy and tired, and a huge sense of sleepiness sweeps over the whole body, and nothing is important anymore, I just want to get a good night's sleep...... A big hand grabbed him and lifted him up hard, it was a wizard, although the old man was very weak, but he didn't want to give up the scrivener.

The water became shallow, and the wizard dragged the scrivener to the shore. There was a violent sound of water in the distance above the water, and there seemed to be something in the water. The baby snake is frightened, and the tide generally recedes into the distance. The water was suddenly much quieter.

The wizard slapped the scrivener twice, waking him out of his stupor. The two of them supported each other and walked towards the shore, their bodies swaying with the waves, and every step was difficult. The sound of rushing water came from far and near, and the wizard's face changed suddenly, it was a large snake, the thickness of an adult's arm. Of course, this was not enough to scare the wizard into changing color, he had lived in the rainforest all his life, and he had seen even the largest python, and what really surprised him was that the big snake had two heads.

The two-headed snake, which only exists in the ancient legend of the fish tribe, is now seen! The sorcerer's tribe uses snakes as totems, and he is not afraid of snakes, but now, his outlook on life has been completely turned upside down. Some legends are not just legends.

The two-headed serpent has a clear goal, and goes straight to the scrivener and the wizard. The wizard's body trembled, as if he had met a god, without the slightest will to resist. The body of the scrivener is very weak, and the exposed parts of the body have been bitten with countless wounds, and the blood is still flowing. He is not a wizard, he does not have the beliefs of the natives, and he does not respect the snake as a totem, he only believes in guns!

The head of the two-headed snake was raised high above the water, and its body several meters long swayed on the surface of the water, so fast that it was unimaginable. The scrivener reached out of his waist and aimed it at one of the snakeheads......

The shaman, who had been trembling, suddenly realized something, and grabbed the scrivener's arm to stop him from firing, muttering words in his mouth. The scrivener didn't know what he was talking about, but he knew what he was doing, and he knew what it meant to stop himself from shooting. He tried his best to get rid of the wizard's obstruction, and time was running out, and the two-headed snake was approaching as fast as possible. The old and weak wizard showed amazing strength, a pair of old hands like two pliers, and the scrivener did not break free.