Yuan Yezi didn't expect Han Fei to suddenly lose such a big temper.

She didn't continue to despise Han Fei's words, but nodded seriously.

Seeing Yuan Yezi nodding, Han Fei put the two barrels he was holding on the ground.

The black cloth was pulled away, and the contents of the two transparent barrels were exposed to the eyes of the two of them.

A barrel contains a palm-sized spider.

The spider was grayish-brown in color, with a vertical eye on its head and a bloodshot glow in its cloudy pupils.

It has twelve legs, six on the left and six on the left, each of which is covered with barbs on which fine fuzz wriggle.

The other barrel was crawling with a black crushed piece of beetle.

They are small in size, only the size of a grain of rice, and their head takes up two-thirds of their entire body, with a serrated double-row of anterior jaws that takes up two-thirds of their skull.

Han Fei looked at the scene in these two barrels, and after a while, he straightened up and said to Yuan Yezi, "Turn around, the pattern will be drawn on your back." ”

Yuan Yezi did not hesitate, and with a turn, his straight spine and straight buttocks were displayed in front of Han Fei.

"Remember my words, you must do everything you can to stay awake!" Han Fei reminded again.

This time, Yuan Yezi also seemed to feel the solemnity in Han Fei's words, and she nodded heavily.

"Ready, I'm going to go!"

Han Fei shouted, and his right hand suddenly lifted the lid of the barrel containing the Thousand Shadow Poison King Spider, and then reached into it.

Sou!

As soon as the lid of the barrel was opened, the Thousand Shadow Poison King Spider jumped up like a bounce, and its twelve legs exerted force at the same time, and its speed was indescribably fast.

Fortunately, Han Fei was prepared, while he put his right hand into the barrel, his left hand directly covered the mouth of the barrel, and the Thousand Shadow Poison King Spider that bounced out just hit Han Fei's left palm and was pinched by him.

The skin of the Thousand Shadow Poison King Spider was very hard and strong, and Han Fei did not hesitate to take out the boning knife he was carrying from his waist bag.

The sharp tip of the boning knife was enough to pierce into the bones of an adult elephant, and although the skin of the Thousand Shadow Poison King Spider was hard, it was still very easy for Han Fei to cut a hole with the boning knife.

The wound was opened on the skull of the Thousand Shadow Poison King Spider.

Only the essence blood in the skull is the essence pigment that Han Fei needs.

"Out!"

With Han Fei's low cry, a stream of spiritual power seeped out of Han Fei's brain nucleus, crushed into filaments, like tentacles, and penetrated into the wound of the Thousand Shadow Poison King Spider.

Immediately after, a few drops of blood were hooked out by the tentacle-like spiritual power.

"Thorn!"

Another low shout came from Han Fei's mouth.

The filaments condensed by spiritual power instantly turned into sharp long needles, and suddenly pierced into Yuan Yezi's vest.

Yes!

A heart-rending roar squeezed out of Yuanyezi's throat.

It was just the first blow that Yuan Yezi's psychological defense line collapsed in an instant.

She thought that all the pain in this world would no longer make her frown, and until this moment, she didn't know what real pain was in the bone marrow.

It was as if a needle was being pulled back and forth on her spine, and each time, it would pass directly through her spine and come out of her body.

"This is just the beginning, be sure to stay awake!"

Large droplets of sweat began to roll down Yuan Yezi's forehead, and she faintly heard Han Fei's voice.

"It's going to be a part of your body, take it and merge it!"

The rejection of her body made Haranoko instinctively want to squeeze out the foreign objects in her body, and her bones trembled autonomously.

Han Fei gritted his teeth, a spiritual power needle split into two, then two into four, four into eight, until there were sixty-four thin needles lined up in front of Yuan Yezi's back, Han Fei stared at it and slowly closed his eyes.

"Thorn!"

Sixty-four thin needles pierced Yuannozi's back at the same time, covering every acupuncture point on her back.

"Ah!!h

A shrill cry pierced through the cracks of the room and spread far, far outside the room.

At this moment, in the living room of the Nalan Mansion.

Nalan Tian sat on the main seat, Liu Guang, Bai Yuanshan and Wei Linxiao sat on the left and right positions, and there were some people standing behind them, Liu Wendong's three brothers, Bai Xue'er and Wei Ning were all present.

Nalan Tian was talking with Liu Guang and the others, and the fragrant tea gas was flowing in the air of the living room.

Suddenly, a heart-rending roar came, leaving everyone stunned.

Before anyone could speak, another sharper shout came, stinging everyone's eardrums.

"Whose voice is this?" Wei Linxiao asked first.

"It's familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere. Wei Ningdao, who was standing behind him.

Bai Yuanshan glanced at Nalan Tian and said with a smile: "Principal Nalan, there are still rules for corporal punishment in the house?"

Nalan Tian glanced at him and didn't answer.

And just then, a roar came again.

"I want to live, why can't I live! I want to live!"

By the end, the voice had been distorted to resemble a human voice.

Wei Ning and Bai Xue'er were obviously stunned when they heard this voice, and then looked at each other at the same time.

Bai Yuanshan obviously saw the movements of the two and asked, "Xue'er, do you know whose voice this is?"

"Hmm. Bai Xue'er nodded and said, "I can't be completely sure, but it sounds like the voice of the girl of the Black Sun Empire." ”

"What is he playing with that kid? making such a big noise. Wei Linxiao said disdainfully, "Even if there is only one day left to live, there is no need to be so crazy." ”

His voice fell for a long time, and no one answered him.

And then, the twisted shout kept coming back to mind.

In the end, it was like a ghost crying wolf.

It's getting dark.

The voice showed no sign of stopping.

The psychology of the crowd has changed from the initial disdain to the current confusion.

In that room, because there were no windows and walls, the outside light could not shine into the room at all, so the visibility in the room was very low, and only two people who were close together could see each other clearly.

Outside, it was completely dark.

Han Fei and Yuan Yezi had long forgotten the time.

The martial artist's vision is much more adaptable to the darkness than ordinary people, and after staying in this dim room for a long time, Han Fei's vision has completely adapted.

And in the depths of his pupils, what is reflected is a dense silk pattern like a spider's web.

In the center of the web, a fist-sized Thousand Shadow Poison King spider was staring wide open on its forehead, patiently waiting for the food to fall into its web.

"It's halfway through, keep going, believe me, believe in yourself, and be sure to stay awake!"

Han Fei's face was pale and bloodless, and he said in a trembling voice.

Haranoko's sweat had completely soaked her hair, strands of hair, sticking to his forehead and neck.

She felt like her body had been completely hollowed out and in tatters, and a strange spider had made layers of silk webs in it, foraging for food.

But she still faintly heard Han Fei's voice, and if she persisted, she had to stay awake.

Han Fei finally opened another transparent barrel.

Dense gong blood armor gushed out, and the whole body was glowing with a bright cold light.

Han Fei controlled his spiritual power, and hundreds of slender stabbing needles spread out at the same time, stabbing at the heads of the hundred gong blood armors.

In a short period of time, Han Fei's control of mental power has obviously improved qualitatively.

However, in an instant, the hundred spiritual power needles were all shots, and each one was dressed with a gong blood armor.

While fully controlling his spiritual power, because of the excessive squeezing of his potential, Han Fei's muscles and bones have also undergone unprecedented tempering.

It's like a man who strikes iron, he is obviously just working hard to build a weapon, but in the end, he often gets more than just a weapon.

His physical strength has been improved, his state of mind has been successfully baptized and sublimated, and even his physique has become stronger in the exercise day after day.

"Get in the net!"

A low roar landed like thunder.

Han Fei manipulated the hundred thin needles, extracted the essence blood of the hundred gong blood armors on the thin needles, and then stabbed them into the skin on Yuan Yezi's back together with the shells of the hundred gong blood armors.

Drops of sperm blood seeped into Haranoko's flesh and blood, like a hot brand, leaving red characters on her skin.

Immediately after, the shells of a hundred gong blood armors were glued to the hundred characters, and then buried in the skin of Yuan Yezi.

The skin is healed, and the surface is smooth and there are no wounds visible, but under that thin layer of skin, there are protrusions, like living creatures, climbing wantonly.

"Homecoming!"

Han Fei shouted in a trembling voice, and at the same time, his spiritual power was woven into a net, tightly fitting Yuan Yezi's entire back.

In an instant, everything was calm.

The roar of the wild son also stopped abruptly.

When she calmed down, she was like a marionette losing its power source, and her whole person collapsed to the ground.

Han Fei gritted his teeth and stretched out his hands with great effort, trying to drag her, but collapsed to the ground with her.

Light squeezed in through the cracks in the door of the room, slowly climbing on the floor.

Outside, it seemed to be getting brighter.

Yuan Yezi lay naked in Han Fei's arms, her eyes closed, and her breathing was unprecedentedly even.

Her straight buttocks pressed against the root of Han Fei's legs, making the weak Han Fei still hot and uneasy.

Han Fei stretched out his hands and propped up the ground, wanting to sit up, but found that he couldn't even exert a trace of strength.

Feeling the elastic ** that was clinging to him, Han Fei smiled bitterly and accepted the reality of being temporarily unable to move.