Chapter 177: The Mutated Poisonous Widow

"The time has come to assign tasks, the time has come for you to show your majesty, go, destroy it with fire, go, sister is optimistic about you."

Listening to Mu Xiaoxiao say this, Yun Yan didn't know what to do?

Seeing that the little junior sister didn't understand what she said, Mu Xiaoxiao patted her forehead speechlessly.

Well, she admitted that what she said was too complicated, and it was normal for the little sister not to understand.

"Little junior sister, use your fire to burn that spider." Mu Xiaoxiao said in Yun Yan's ear, do I believe that this time the little junior sister should understand?

Raising his eyes, he glanced at the men where the pestle was, and saw that they were all staring at the spider, and did not act rashly.

"Senior sister, is it okay?" Yun Yan was a little unconvinced, she was afraid of the spider, so she didn't dare to go. She could only hide behind this tree and take a few sneaky glances, but this scared her even more.

The spider didn't move, and it was even more scary to stand there.

Forget it, let's go, but the monster before, at least they can hide in the trees, and this is a spider? It's a reptile, where are they going to hide? Now there is nowhere to hide, what to do?

Fire? But what if you are not afraid?

This deep forest is full of monsters, all monsters, she hasn't forgotten, the monster before, but it's not afraid of fire, what if this mutant spider is not afraid of fire? What if you turn her into a chrysalis when the time comes?

When Mu Xiaoxiao thought of this, he felt that his scalp was tight, and he wanted to ask the immortals in the sky loudly: What are you testing here, can't you go out of some levels that are not dangerous?

But complaining is complaining, Mu Xiaoxiao doesn't dare to shout out, isn't that why don't you eat too much and have nothing to do?

Even if you shout, what? Maybe she'll abstain? She has passed two levels, and she really wants a very handsome man.

Didn't the ancients have an old saying: When the peony flower dies, it is also romantic to be a ghost.

I don't know what kind of luck she Mu Xiaoxiao had, she came to this ancient time to see a lot of beautiful men, but the one that best suited her appetite was, of course, the very handsome man.

She didn't know how to describe the man's appearance anyway.

It seems too desolate to say that he is the moon in the sky, and it seems too sad to say that he is the snow lotus in the sky.

It seems that it is not too much to say that it is a warm hot spring.

"Senior sister, what are you thinking?" Yun Yan's voice was not loud, but it startled Mu Xiaoxiao, who was too void in her fugue, and looked at her junior sister, feeling a little empty-hearted.

They were all facing life and death, and she was thinking about what was or wasn't.

She couldn't retreat, the mutated spider didn't know when to attack.

Mu Xiaoxiao walked towards the big spider step by step, getting closer, looking at the men's posture of preparing to attack.

"Miss Mu, what are you doing here?" Liu Chengyu doesn't know, isn't it a girl climbing such a thing? Why does this Mu girl seem to be not afraid of anything? No, he was wrong, this Mu girl is afraid of pain.

"I'll try it with fire, but if you spread it out a little, it will spit silk, and it's so big, just spit it out, and we'll turn into chrysalis."

A few men wanted to ask what a chrysalis was, but even if they wanted to ask at this time, it was not a good opportunity.

However, they were still a little far away from Mu Xiaoxiao.

Yun Yan hid behind a tree, but the senior sister told her just now that this spider can crawl and move quickly.

Meng Han and Saint Moyu were together, but they were hundreds of meters away from the spider.

"Poisonous widow, look at my fire." A smile rippled at the corner of Mu Xiaoxiao's mouth, and the fire in his hand flew straight to the spider.

Mu Xiaoxiao was worried.

A few men, seeing at this time, Mu Xiaoxiao's fingertips were on fire, wondering, what the hell is going on? At this time, the seeds of doubt were planted in their hearts.

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