This blood spot was so toxic that I immediately felt so itchy that I even wanted to reach out and scratch it.

The iron donkey is even worse, in fact, he didn't have as much blood as I did, but he immediately rolled his eyes, meaning to faint. The old cat directly took out the meaning of the soft body, and slowly lay down in the arms of the little monster.

I'm anxious, I'm afraid that if this continues, won't we all be wiped out? I tried to figure out a way, but the shame was that I couldn't do it anymore with such a brain, and my vision was blurry, and I fainted.

But I didn't faint for long, and I felt a tightness in my neck, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that I was lying under the tree, and the little weirdo took a rope and put it around my neck.

The iron donkey and the old cat were one step ahead of me and had already been hoisted up the tree.

I thought to myself, it turns out that these dead bodies were all made by little weirdos. I'm definitely not going to be restrained, and he's on top and I'm on top at this point, and I'm on the move.

I didn't care about that, I reached out and tore at him. I haven't cut my fingernails for a while, but they're actually quite long, and I'm tearing them quite hard, if I want to be an ordinary person, I'll have already carved out a few blood paths for him.

But the skin of the little monster is too hard, and it is covered with scales. I tore it a few times, making it click. I thought about scraping the scales of the fish after I bought it.

I didn't hurt the little weirdo, not even the little weirdo, but the little weirdo was still angry.

He shook his head again, and streams of blood floated straight to my face. My whole face was tickling, and a small amount of blood was still on my lips and nostrils.

I felt a strong feeling of nausea, and I accidentally bit my tongue, and blood spilled out of my mouth.

This is a moment of life and death, how can I have the leisure to let my mouth have blood, and this is the wild, there is no such thing as spitting to fine.

I opened my mouth unceremoniously and spat out the blood. As it happened, the little weirdo's face was very close to my mouth, and the blood sprayed all over his face.

He wowed, looked uncomfortable, and stopped tormenting me, and hurried back.

I also blame myself for "retiring" from the special case team for so long, and I forgot about the poisonous blood, I was stunned for a moment and then reacted, and said damn it, so you were afraid of this?

I played to my shameless strengths, and didn't let the little weirdo escape, and put my hands around his head, and smacked at him.

In fact, this bit of blood is nothing, I can only torture the little monster a few times, and the conditions really don't allow it, otherwise I will get a blood bag, draw out two hundred Xixi's blood, and throw it on the little monster's face.

The little monster has a lot of strength, and he was definitely forced by me, and he suddenly broke free from my hands with all his might.

It stopped fighting, and turned its head to run, but the funny thing forgot that there was a tree behind him, and he hurriedly turned his head and ran, and actually hit the trunk of the tree.

I saw that the tree shook a little, and the little weirdo was a little dazed, and turned around and knelt down in front of me.

Not far on the ground, there was an old cat's knife, and I reached for it, and I took the opportunity to poke at the little weirdo.

The knife was right at the little weirdo's temple, and it went deep with a bang. I can conclude from the feeling that it hurt his brain, and this is a fatal wound.

The little weirdo trembled, his eyes rolled straight up, this was a sign before death, I was afraid that he would fight back when he was dying, so I hurriedly let go of the knife, kicked his legs and stepped back.

The little weirdo couldn't bear it at all, and fell to the ground and choked down.

I had a cold feeling that I was a murderer, but I told myself that I didn't kill anyone.

I didn't take this issue too seriously, because the iron donkey and the old cat were hanging, and I was prepared for the most pessimistic thing, they were more than lucky, but I couldn't let them continue to hang.

I can't climb trees. Fortunately, the ropes that hung them were tied to the trunks of the trees. I found another dagger that had fallen to the ground and cut it with the rope on the trunk.

At the moment of the partition, I hurriedly pulled the rope to prevent the iron donkey and the old cat from falling down quickly.

I took another opportunity, let go of the rope one after another, and the moment they fell, I ran over to take a hand. Although he couldn't hold them, especially the iron donkey, he was able to stop the momentum of their fall.

In the end, I put them side by side, and I checked their signs, and the situation was more optimistic, and they still had a breath.

It is estimated that he is still fat, and the iron donkey's breath is weaker, so I don't like it, so I rode on him and started artificial respiration on him.

I didn't know much about this, but when I saw that the iron donkey was about to cough, I quickly stopped the artificial respiration and shrank back.

The iron donkey's mouth spewed a stream of white foam, and I secretly called it a fluke, otherwise when I really wanted to go mouth-to-mouth, wouldn't I drink this mouthful of white foam?

After the iron donkey vomited, his breathing was much easier. I saw that they were not poisoned, so I relaxed and sat on the sidelines and waited.

In less than a cigarette, they both woke up. They looked at their surroundings, especially the corpses of the dead little weirdos, and they guessed what had just happened.

The iron donkey gave me a thumbs up, thanking and praising me, but the old cat didn't say anything, but leaned over to the little weirdo's corpse and stared at it.

I thought to myself that there was something to look at, especially the smell here was very strong, and my dry energy came up again.

I said to the old cat, "Let's go, no matter where you go, leave first." ”

The old cat listened to me, but he took the little monster's corpse on his back again. Instead of going back, we went deeper.

After walking a mile, the smell was gone, and we all sat down and rested. The old cat also put down the little weirdo corpse.

I wondered and asked the old cat, "Why are you so interested in this corpse?" ”

The old cat didn't look at me, still staring at the corpse coldly and asked, "Think about it, is he very smart?" ”

I guess the old cat wants to say that the little weirdo is super observant.

Without waiting for me to say anything more, the old cat took out his knife and wanted to dissect the little weirdo.

He must want to see if there is anything strange about the body structure of this little weirdo, but anatomy is my forte, so I told the old cat, let him wait, I'll come.

The old cat seemed very anxious, and he couldn't stop urging me when I rummaged through my chest bag to find a scalpel.

I quickly got ready, and the little weirdo was undressed, and I saved my energy to pick him up. I slashed straight into his collarbone and went straight down, opening his chest and abdomen open.

I deliberately raised my profile in front of the old cat, after all, I know more about anatomy than he does. I pointed to the little weirdo's stomach and said what this is, what is this.

But as I pointed more and more places, I ran out of music in my heart, the organs of the little weirdo are not the same as ordinary people, let's just say the lungs, ordinary people only have two lungs, and the little weirdo's lungs have a big piece of meat.

I can't help but think of fat. The problem is that he has fat on both lungs, and it is very even, and I think to myself that this is not a coincidence.

And besides, his intestines, there was a bunch of things in the cecum that I didn't recognize. I cut them off with a scalpel and looked at them further.

It was a spherical piece of meat, and when I cut it open, there was something white like a grain of rice.

The old cat came up with a lot of energy, pointed to this thing, and asked me what is my name? I scolded the little weirdo in my heart, and said that Lao Tzu wanted to pretend to be a handful, but it turned out to be too big.

I hummed a few times, and thought that the old cat didn't know me anyway, so I would just make up a name and fool this matter first.

What name am I coming up with? The old cat asked the iron donkey again, "Brother, do you think this thing looks like an insect egg sheath?" ”

The iron donkey couldn't answer anything, and I was stunned when I listened, and my heart said egg sheath? The old cat is too rich in association!

The old cat didn't say anything, just took his knife and poked it into the eye socket of the little weirdo. His knife is very sharp, it can be said to be a scalpel magnified dozens of times, and this time it broke the eye socket of the little monster and gouged out the eyeball.

The old cat lifted his eyes and looked at eye level.

I also took a look at it when I had time. I didn't learn much about ophthalmology, but I only knew a little bit about eye structure.

So when I look at this eyeball, which is several circles larger than a normal person's eyeball, especially when the whole eyeball is still a little oval, I have a feeling that I can't speak, and I don't know what weirdness or advantages this eyeball has over ordinary eyeballs.

The old cat suddenly sneered a few times, glanced at me and the iron donkey, and said that he understood. Then he pinched it so hard that it cracked the eyeball.