The wizard's expression was mixed, with surprise, fear, and a hint of awe, and his hands had been shaking since he opened the package. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info muttered in his mouth, not knowing what he was saying.

The scrivener deliberately looked away, looking up at the glimmer of sky above his head, the flowers were a little weird, and he didn't want to be too contaminated.

The wizard glanced at the scrivener, lunged at it, and grabbed the scrivener's throat like crazy. His mouth roared like a beast.

The scrivener was caught off guard by the sudden change, he never expected the wizard to be in trouble, he saved him twice, and there was no reason to take revenge.

The wizard was very powerful, and the scrivener was pinched and rolled his eyes, and he tried hard to break free a few times but didn't break free. A person in his sixties has such strength, a huge sense of crisis hits his heart, the scrivener is cold, and the wizard is also very deep, not inferior to Japanese experts.

The scrivener hugged the wizard's arms and threw them out, almost using the strength to feed, the blue tendons on his forehead were exposed, and the bloody scabs on his face were broken, and blood was dripping. The wizard was finally thrown out, and fell six meters away, like a mad beast, getting up from the ground and pounced again. This time, the scrivener was on guard, and raised his foot to kick the other party out of the way.

The wizard let out a whining roar and rushed up again. The scrivener punched the other party out again. The wizard didn't seem to feel the pain, and got up and rushed up again. The scrivener once again blasted the other party out of the long way......

Repeated eight times in a row, the scrivener felt that something was wrong, even if the wizard hated him, he couldn't do it so desperately, it was purely looking for death. The wizard's eyes were straight and his expression was stiff. Could it be ...... The scrivener box is extremely serious, and in this kind of ghost place, if he is said to be on the body of the devil, he does not feel strange at all.

When the wizard rushed over again, the scrivener did not kick him out again, but quickly subdued the other party, untied the wizard's trouser belt, and tied his hands and feet.

The scrivener walked to the water's edge with the wizard, hesitated a little, and threw it in. Poof, there was a huge splash on the surface of the water, and the scrivener did not stop, and then the wizard was brought up again. In the absolute sense, looking at the tragic situation of the other party, the scrivener doesn't know what to say, the other party is a sorcerer of a tribe, with a transcendent status, and is worshiped as a god by the entire tribe. But now...... The scrivener couldn't help but shake his head, this person in front of him was the first choice of the chief.

The wizard's expression was rich, his eyes were no longer stiff, and he grinned and hissed, probably in pain.

"You're finally awake." The scrivener untied the rope as he spoke.

The wizard trapped his trouser belt around his waist again, and his eyes were even more embarrassed when he looked at the scrivener, and the third time, the third time, was saved by the same person!

The scrivener will tell me the wizard's gaffe just now.,Although the language is not understood.,But there are various actions to assist.,Finally understand.。 The wizard quickly found the root of it, a mysterious and bevelous flower.

The scrivener agreed, he had long felt that there was something wrong with the flowers, even if they looked at it from a distance, it was unsettling, and the fragrance emitted was even more confusing to people's minds.

The wizard's face was flushed, although it was the flowers that were causing trouble, but it was still embarrassing to be so out of shape in front of a young man. He was afraid of the strange flowers, but he didn't want to throw them away, so he crouched in place and groaned.

In the distance, there was the sound of rushing water, and it seemed that something was swimming in the water. Both men became alert and stared upstream of the river without blinking.

The two figures were desperately swimming in the water, looking at the swimming posture as if they were two people, constantly approaching the direction of the wizard and the scrivener, as if they wanted to go ashore.

The wizard seemed very excited, finally there were still people alive! It couldn't be more gratifying for him. He watched in a daze, and even wanted to go into the water to help the other party, because the two people in the water obviously couldn't hold out for long. He would not allow any more of his people to die under his nose.

The wizard eventually went into the water, but soon came ashore again, and the people in the water were not his people, but two Japanese. It's easy to tell from the clothes. The wizard's face was cold, with a faint hint of murderous intent in it. Even the bookbox felt that there was no heavenly reason, and the few remaining Japanese survived. None of them did it right away, watching the two guys desperately climb ashore.

The two Japanese seemed to have exhausted their last strength, and when they came ashore, they lay motionless, as if their chests were not still heaving, as if they were dead.

Suddenly, a mass of tendrils in the water rioted, setting off a silver-white wave that slapped on a Japanese man. A heart-rending howl ensued through the space, and the scrivener and the wizard frowned secretly, what a cruel torture it had to be to make such a howl.

The Japanese were buried by the roots, and their bodies kept rolling and resisting, and they were completely quiet in less than half a minute. The roots dissipated like a tide, revealing a pile of white bones in place. The other Japanese was so frightened that he forgot to run away for a moment, perhaps because his body was no longer under the control of his brain, and he looked at the skeleton of his companion and shivered.

The silver-white tendrils did not pause and pounced on another Japanese. There was another heart-rending howl, and the violent struggle lasted for a few seconds before it went soft, and there was no more movement......

The scrivener and the wizard were dumbfounded, the two of them were gone, they were still swimming in the water just now, and after a few minutes they turned into two piles of white bones. How terrible are the roots! The scrivener had long had a premonition that the root was in mortal danger, and he never expected it to be so terrifying, it was simply a demon devouring life. He soon discovered that it was not the tendrils that had eaten the man, but the snakes—countless small white snakes huddled together, exactly the same color as the tendrils, and from a distance they looked like moving tendrils.

There are so many snakes, and the scrivener box is afraid if it encounters it in the water...... He couldn't think much about it, and a mass of small snakes began to approach him. I can see more clearly, many small snakes are actually two heads.

"Two-headed snake!" The scrivener was secretly frightened, he was no stranger, and he had once killed a very large two-headed snake, which was much, much smaller than that snake. Although it was small, it was a huge number, and countless small snakes gathered together and poured towards the shore, only to see the snakes rolling, and there was no way to climb at all.

The wizard's face was even more ugly than the scrivener, in fact he had been very bad since he woke up, but now it was extremely difficult to see. He was a sorcerer and knew a lot about the legends and secrets of his own people, which are now a reality. The more you know, the deeper the fear, and that fear is not something that a scrivener can feel.

The little snake can feel the breath of a person and keeps approaching. The snake ball rolled bigger and bigger, and finally it couldn't bear too much weight and scattered, but soon it got back together and rolled into a snake ball, so big that it spread out again.