Even so, the resilient hedgehog orc still did not die.

The gelatinous outer layer of his body withstood most of the attacks, and even if two fangs pierced his body, he was stubbornly resisted by a strong immune system.

In the dark-colored sea of plants, a gap slowly emerged, and a pair of gloomy eyes looked at Rick who was running towards the "Devil's Honey Wine", and a smile flashed coldly: "How can it be so easy to take advantage of the cheap?!" ”

As a representative of the younger generation of the Edward family, he was a detached young man and was raised by applause and praise since childhood. There is proud blood in his bones, and even his breath reveals the heritage of a big family.

As early as a week ago, the family discovered the traces of this "devil's honey". As a botanical wizard for generations, the Edward family had a unique secret way of finding precious plants.

Relying on this secret method, the Edward family has almost usurped the production and harvest of all the precious plants around Tongban City.

As a wizard who has just been promoted to the first rank, Edward Borg has the capital to be proud of. He was just twenty years old, and he was like a bright star, shining on his peers with ordinary qualifications around him.

Looking up, respecting, envious, these feelings are like eating and drinking every day, integrated into the body of the borg.

These feelings fermented in Borg's body, cultivating him into a proud and complacent character.

He couldn't help but be upset, when his peers were still struggling to climb the apprenticeship, he had been promoted to the first rank, far ahead of his peers.

The feelings of envy, admiration, and amazement that were constantly pouring into his body soaked Borg like swill, making him unsightly and arrogant.

The price was the tragic death of my uncle. Borg himself was seriously injured in a sneak attack.

The care and cultivation of the family. Unleashes the potential of Borg. But he didn't teach him how to dodge the arrows. didn't let him understand the importance of calmness.

The experience of weekdays is like a joke to the ears of the genius Borg, and you have to be careful in the face of some beasts? Could it be that Uncle Borg is a tenant with a rolled trouser leg?

Until his right arm was comminuted and his shoulder was as high as steamed buns, the genius was still unwilling to admit his mistake.

As the Orion-like figure approached the plant, Borg felt a liquid called "malevolent" brew in his heart.

If he wanted to, he could save that man's life. The other party didn't know what he was facing, as long as any piece of his skin touched the highly poisonous "devil's honey wine". The frantic spasm of his muscles in an instant can burst all the blood vessels in his body!

The gap between the plants slowly expanded, and the slightly slender eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of the eyes hooked the facial muscles, making the still handsome face hideous and vicious.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

The excitement made Borg's voice tremble slightly, and it was as if something was choking in his throat, making him feel the urge to shout.

The whitish knuckles pressed hard against the inner wall of the plant, and there was a cold and hard feeling in the fingers, but it couldn't stop the excitement that spurted out of Borg's body. He's like a pervert who peeps at his sister-in-law's bath. The ethics and morals that are usually bound are all dyed black by malice and curses.

Some white lips due to severe injuries. Being bitten by his teeth, and the darkness flowing in his blood, made him feel an indescribable trembling feeling.

Approaching, the man getting closer and closer to the "devil's mead"!!

Pursing his lips, Rick's low, suppressed gasp brought the little vitality in his body.

Below the ankles, he seems to have lost sensation, and his legs are still driving the machine forward. His arms swayed stiffly, and his facial muscles remained rigid like frozen meat in an ice cellar.

The lens in the eye socket moved with difficulty. In the open field of vision, a strange plant appeared in front of him.

The vigorous snow-white branches are like a knotted arm twisted together. The pure black blades are rolled together and clasp each other at the end of the tail, like the palm of a virtual hand.

In the slightly sunken palm, a slippery and rolling drop of water is exuding a pleasant fragrance.

The color of the water droplets is translucent and clear, forming a strong visual contrast with the dark gray environment around it.

Around the plant, the ice is like an oil painting stripped of its color, full of a dead pale and cold hardness.

As if feeling a creature approaching him, the palm-like blades swaying gently towards Rick.

After observing for a moment, the "Devil's Honey" seemed to be not very satisfied with the approaching human, and the five pure black leaves curled violently, like a human clenching his fist, protecting the water drop in his palm.

At the same time, the curled blades rub against each other, making a sharp and piercing "squeak" sound.

The ice snake in the frenzy suddenly stopped!

The sharp pain still existed, but the ice snake was like a vegetative person who had suddenly regained consciousness, no longer frantically attacking the surroundings, but turned the remaining golden vertical pupil in the direction of the plant.

Anger was like an erupting volcano, instantly shattering the ice snake's newly recovered reason, and the beastly nature completely controlled the body, frantically pounced on the human who dared to touch his treasure.

Looking at the ice snake that pounced on him, Rick only made two movements.

The body falls sideways, and the thigh muscles drive the right foot and kick the plant hard!

Grabbing the plant, he threw it out, which happened to be the position of the human youth.

Borg watched the human's movements, his heart skipping a beat. The eyeballs protruded slightly from the sockets due to consternation, and the neck tendons on the neck were twisted together, like a patient with a syndrome attack, almost suffocating himself: "No, it can't be, it must be a coincidence!" ”

The ice snake chased after the thrown plant like a frenzy, and the wound in its abdomen leaked out a large piece of hot entrails like noodles, plowing a clear mark on the ground.

Facing the ice serpent, Borg was unmoved, his round eyes staring at the human's next move.

The ice snake was lured away by the plant, and the human took a breath and calmly pulled out a short sword and slammed it into the ice around the plant.

"Bump! Touch! ”

With each chisel he chiseled, Borg's facial muscles twitched. The eye socket couldn't bear the resentment in the eyeball, and a slender hole opened.

The whitish knuckles, like hooks, are buckled to the inner wall. With frantically exerted hands, the nails were crushed, and the blood of hatred flowed out.

Borg hates it!!

The family did not lack this precious plant, but being plucked by a mountain hunter was a humiliation that Borg could not erase in his life.

The venom gnawed at Borg's heart like a viper, causing it to spasm unnaturally. The plasma gushing out of it smelled of hatred.

Orion calmly dug out the rhizome of the "Devil's Honey Wine", patted off the frost grains on it, and opened his mouth to bite it.

The effect is slightly inferior to the water droplet, but there are no toxic side effects.

The round and vertical rhizome is full and elastic, and it chews like a very tough cowhide band. It's only the size of a palm, and the stuffed teeth are unpalatable. (To be continued......)