Chapter 19: Strange Worship

The great cold in the air froze the air and silenced all sounds. www.biquge.info Except for the shrill howling of the wind and the hissing of snakes and insects that come and go like ghosts, there is a dead silence in the vast wilderness. The boundless snow seemed to come from the heavenly realm, enveloping the earth.

The sound of poisonous insects and poisonous snakes is getting louder and louder.

Thousands of miles of wasteland, a towering snow-capped mountain reaches into the sky, this is the end of the sky. In the distance, a huge and narrow canyon was seen interspersed, and three people stood in the middle, holding each other.

The middle-aged man in front of him, his narrow eyes shone with a cold light, revealing from his flowery green hair hanging down from his forehead, and his dark green eyes made him look more like a ferocious beast.

Zhao Haochen looked frightened, he stood in place helplessly, looking at the poison rushing in, and the tragic deaths appeared in front of his eyes.

His eyes were chaotic, there was no focus, and his consciousness was already like pupils, scattered and confused. The breath of life is gone, but the raging poisonous insects are still devouring blood everywhere, and their bodies are also driven by these insects, constantly agitating, with a hideous expression, but before death, the throat let out that scream one after another, making it painful and miserable.

"Ahh

The boundless wind and snow swirled back and forth between the huge canyons, and the goose-feathered snow blew the eyes into the vastness. A roar from the sky resounded in all directions.

Zhao Haochen's hair was scattered, his handsome face flashed with a touch of evil energy, his thick and soft eyelashes became a little murderous, but his bright pupils had a sword aura roaring. He was arrogantly confused.

In my mind, the sky is the dark red of the night, and the lonely darkness tears through the bright world little by little, eating away at the only trace of clarity in my mind, and the night gradually covers the earth with a veil of mystery.

A teenager, ragged, collapsed in the snow, struggling on the brink of death, waiting for redemption.

Colorful snakes, insects, rats and ants gradually crawled over......

Zhuge Wan'er stood aside, with a worried look, glancing at Zhao Haochen from time to time, and her heart was dead. In the palm of his hand, under the snow, a dazzling light, with the help of the sun's brilliance, flashed brightly.

"However, if he comes over obediently and let me have a good time, maybe I will leave you with a dead life!" There was a hint of compassion on his terrifying face, and a black tongue was constantly squirming up and down, gently licking his lips, but the two hands were surprisingly white, Wenwen Zou Zou's, stretched out and hooked Zhuge Wan'er, squinting his eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth made the huge centipede on his face even more hideous and terrifying.

One by one, the poisonous snakes forgot the cold of winter and the warmth of summer, and swam to Zhao Haochen's feet, but they did look listless.

Zhuge Wan'er's eyes were bright and big, as if they were filled with a pool of amber wine. The slender and slender figure is not yet as full as the delicate and convex fullness of a mature woman, and the small breasts are slightly raised, like a half-bloomed bud. However, his face presents the charm of a mature woman, and the look of hope in her pupils can definitely arouse the most primitive desires of men, and with her immature slender body and fair skin, it makes people have a sinful desire. Chu Chu is pitiful, and his eyes are full of worry, which makes people feel pity and pity.

The roaring and tumbling snowflakes, under the evil aura emanating from Zhao Haochen's body, rolled up the snowflakes in mid-air like a sudden wind.

One after another, poisonous snakes spat red letters, and poisonous insects fluttered their wings and pounced on Zhao Haochen......

"Don't!" Zhuge Wan'er had red eyes, roared, and kept waving in her palms, as the golden needle attacked, her voice gradually weakened, and the light in her pupils was like a candle being blown out.

She couldn't bear to look directly, turned her head slightly sideways, her eyes were red, and lines of tears ran down her gentle cheeks, and before she landed, she turned into two ice edges and fell to the ground.

His beautiful face was filled with rolling sadness, his hands were clenched into fists, his nails were embedded in the flesh, a row of bright teeth was tightly taut, and the mad anger was like the waves of the angry sea, rolling and churning.

"I'm going to kill you!" Zhuge Wan'er's red eyes were like bloodthirsty beasts, she opened her killing eyes, her body did not move in the slightest, and the slender and sharp steel needles in her hands shone with a cold light under the sunlight, at this moment, she was the ghost of hell, wielding the scythe of death, the crazy killing intent was self-evident, and the blizzard fragments in the air were frozen for a moment.

The Heavenly Poison Messenger stood on the snow, a cold light in the pupils of his eyes, as if he could not see the end, raised his head, his body twisted, and the bones of his whole body made strange sounds. His eerie face presented an irrepressible psychedelic pleasure, and the corners of his mouth grinned at a grin that was a mixture of extreme pain and extreme pleasure.

The cold and fast light was like countless long and huge flashing blades, about to pierce the skin of the Heavenly Poison Messenger, and with rapid power, dozens of ice blades flashing with cold light suddenly gathered around the steel needles, surrounding a huge circle, spinning wildly, boundless wind and snow flying all over the sky, and the vision was chaotic.

Countless snowballs exploded in the air, and the wind and snow in the sky obscured the sight and could not see anything, and in the chaos, several bright steel needles shuttled through it, stabbing towards the face of the Heavenly Poison Messenger......

"Huh, these poisonous insects ......" Zhao Haochen grinned, his bright eyes reflected the light of pain, a pair of sharp sword eyebrows shrunk into an ugly word, raised his eyelids slightly, his eyes narrowed into a slit, just opened, and before he could see the outside clearly, he hurriedly gritted his teeth, trembled, and closed them deadly.

Holding his body with both hands, he felt that there was nothing wrong with his body, there was no imaginary pain, no imaginary pain, he shrunk his body, his beautiful eyes narrowed a small slit, and the light that shone obliquely pierced his eyes.

The rat-headed rat's brain, he secretly glanced around, and then slowly opened his eyes that were sweeping around, and the cold long sword in his hand was no longer known when, he pulled it out, trembled, shrunk, and raised it in front of him.

Colorful poisonous gases emerged from the body of poisonous snakes, which were beautiful in the sun, jet-black insects slowly wriggled on the snow, looking so stiff and dull, and slender centipedes wriggled their narrow bodies, treating the snow as a playground, constantly shuttling among them, not many but far away from Zhao Haochen.

The sword eyebrows stood upright, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, and at this moment, the poisonous insects, rats and ants all stopped wriggling and crawling, maintaining a strange posture.

A trace of surprise flashed through Zhao Haochen's heart, because he saw that all the poisons were bent on the front legs, "How do you feel like ...... It's like ......"

"Worship?!"