But when it entered the stomach pouch and turned into a cool exponential flood into his brain, Rick rarely showed a hint of relief.

The coolness turns into a trace of mist, quickly fills the cracks, and fills the brain domain.

The head is like eating cold mint, cool and transparent.

"Impossible!!"

The hoarse and dry voice was like seeing the enemy who killed his father, and the two pairs of infrared convex eyes looked at Rick resentfully through the large green vegetation.

"Boom"

The ice snake's irrational body slammed into the plant barrier, and the force was so great that the neck muscles could not withstand the violent shock, and were squeezed into twisted strips like twisted flowers.

The scales of the head arch from the inside, revealing the creamy-white folded skin underneath. The hedgehog orc, hanging from the two fangs, had already been crushed to pieces by the tremendous pressure, like a performance art oil painting, clinging to the forehead of the ice snake.

The impact made the ice snake dizzy and stopped it from going crazy. The golden vertical pupils of one eye keep shaking with the head. The anxiety and nervousness that burst out of his pupils were like an old monk who had been widowed for many years seeing a naked woman.

The golden pupils shrank vigorously, and it found the treasure!

A plant with snow-white branches and pitch-black leaves was sandwiched between two vines, wriggling strangely.

The snake's neck shrank, and it swooped out like lightning, its long jawbone snapping into its mouth, swallowing the plant in one gulp.

And then there was no then.

The ice snake was like having eaten expired rat poison, and before it could recover its taste, its body began to cramp and twitch violently.

The round vertical muscles like small motors frantically squeeze the internal organs that should be protected by them. The connective tissue of the skin, which connects the scales, also twists. The scales are as if they are being pulled by countless large hands. Twisted and crooked collided with each other. There was even a large spark out of it.

The eerie scene lasted less than half a minute. The ice snake began to regurgitate violently. Chunks of hot sausage-like internal organs, frantically squeezed out of the esophagus by muscles. Even the esophagus itself is squeezed out by a folded object like a bean skin.

Halfway through the regurgitation, the ice snake's only remaining pupil lost its luster of life. But the muscles were still moving wildly, and the body of the ice snake that had lost its body temperature twisted into various angles.

The ice snake was only a pile of rotten flesh writhing, but Uncle Borg, who was hiding in a sea of plants, seemed to be tormented by poison, and his red eyes were almost squeezing through his sockets.

"Damn mud legs!!"

Squeezing this sentence out between his teeth, it almost ignited the resentful blood in Borg's body.

Ice snakes and hedgehogs are all wiped out. Could it be that Uncle Borg would watch a clay-legged get what was rightfully his/her own?

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! ”

The plants suddenly sprouted large shards of sharp hard matter, and the rapidly bulging green sacs burst open, and the hard matter shot out, targeting the mud leg.

Borg's eyes widened, and he could almost imagine the beautiful scene of the mud leg being shot through by a hard object. Thinking of this, the resentful blood in Borg's body boiled like boiling water.

The scalp was numb with excitement, and the tips of the hairs on his body were shaking excitedly

The hard spike stabbed into the body, and the man flew out like a broken sack.

"Poof!"

The sound made Borg tremble as if he had been overpowered, and his eyes rolled white. Even the corners of his mouth leaked a little bit of raw water. At this point, Borg was like a sick murderer, wiping the corners of his mouth and water. Borg closed the two upturned lip flaps back together, exposing the gums was not what a big man should do.

The plants were surging in the thro, making way for Borg like a living thing.

Restoring his elegance, Borg lowered his palms and caressed the plants, bursting with joy and joy, letting the tyranny in Borg's heart gradually cool.

The facial features returned to their original positions, and the distorted expression was as if it had never appeared, and there was no trace to be found.

With a gentle pace, Borg stretched his eye socket muscles and adjusted his facial features slightly, revealing a trace of compassion.

"It's not so easy to take advantage of."

The smile hidden behind the killing, revealing a little mercy of the victor. The cheap expression flashed only slightly on Borg's face, and was replaced by an irrepressible grin.

"Hahaha, you mud legs, you dare to rob my things?!!"

Borg's somewhat frantic voice echoed through the ice cave, and the ice reflected his twisted face!

Cursing, the venting Borg didn't notice that the 'corpse' that fell next to the ice wall moved his fingers slightly.

Rick's ears were twisted and crazy curses and self-talk, and many parts of his body were pierced by the sharp hard substance. Thankfully, the little earth-based magic that was left to work, a thin layer of stone skin protecting Rick's internal organs. But the limbs are a little too much to take care of, and they can only let those sharp hard objects pass through.

Rick, who came to his senses, did not move immediately, his index finger and thumb were bent, and with a gentle rub, a very subtle golden vein was condensed, piercing into the depths of the ice, and making a difficult connection with the earth.

With his body empty, and the other party as crazy and twisted as a mad dog, Rick had to gain the strength to protect himself first.

The sound of repeated footsteps kicking on the ice, nervous self-talk, like a psychopath who didn't take his medication on time, Uncle Borg cried and laughed, venting the stress and helplessness he had just been under next to Rick's "corpse".

For him, pride and conceit are like the fluid in the marrow, and the blood produced is also arrogant and impudent.

But in the face of a sudden sneak attack by a hedgehog orc, his reaction was like a little girl who was robbed of candy, except that he didn't cover his face and cry bitterly, he could only watch his uncle have his neck and trachea gouged out.

The claws hook the trachea and pull at it as easily as tearing off a rubber band. The tense arc of the cyan trachea made it impossible for Borg to breathe at all, and the blood splashed on his face turned the usual rehearsal reaction into a joke.

The resilient cyan trachea burrowed back into the chest cavity, revealing only a soft lying on its stomach, as if it had lost its elastic contraction. From above, you can see the smooth and moist inner wall of the trachea.

Uncle Yuan's eyes were open, and the trachea exposed outside his neck was driven in vain by the contracted alveoli, like a deflated balloon piercing air, weak and helpless.

Borg felt that this was the time for him to do something. But like an adolescent in trouble, Borg dodged his uncle's pleading gaze, and he ran away!

The pride and conceit of the past are pumped in the face like wicker. But my legs were like clockwork, and I couldn't stop.

Fear gripped Uncle Borg's heart, and the alveoli were squeezed like balloons by a pair of invisible hands. This is not a drill, let alone an intra-family confrontation. This is a bloody reality, it will hurt, it will die! (To be continued......)