Looking at the fat man holding a woman in his arms, stumbling and trotting over, Wilson's previous pride was diluted for some reason, and he felt disgusted.
That fat face that looked uglier when smiling than crying, the trembling body, and the indescribable wretched virtues were really unbearable.
"Ouch!" The fat man who ran up to him was in a huge panic. He was exhausted. His legs gave out and he fell to the ground. The backpack he was carrying also left his body, and a bunch of weird things fell out of it, among which
Several items "happened" to roll at Wilson's feet.
"Huh!" Wilson sneered with contempt on his face.
The fat man fell unexpectedly. He pushed Silaire to the side and ignored it, leaving the beauty to lie softly on the ground. He was anxious to clean up the scattered items. He wanted to get up for a moment but couldn't.
Fell down, embarrassed.
"What are you doing? Mom!" Zhuzhu, who had been held in front of Quinn, suddenly broke away and ran towards the fat man. She had been extremely anxious when she heard the fat man wanted to hand over her mother before.
When my mother was hugged by the fat man and fell down in front of Wilson but did not move, she rushed over desperately.
Old Quinn shouted "Miss! Danger!" and hurriedly followed him. He hugged Zhuzhu tightly and stared at Xi Laer, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, with twinkling eyes.
Wilson had no time to pay attention to Zhuzhu and Quinn at the moment. He squinted and stared at the fat man's movements.
I saw that this guy was in a panic. He didn't have time to get up, so he just kicked his legs to reach a small box that fell on the ground.
Everyone has curiosity!
curiosity kills the cat!
Then, where is the annotator?!
"What?" Wilson was curious about the fat man's strange behavior and asked subconsciously.
"Antidote!" The fat man replied subconsciously. As soon as he finished speaking, the look of panic on his face became a little more frightened, as if he had accidentally revealed some big secret, and at the same time he stretched out his hand to grab the small box desperately.
"Bring it here!" The poisonous thread in Wilson's hand shot out, and he immediately wrapped the small box back.
The small box was rolled up to his eyes, and Wilson was about to grab it with his hands, but suddenly he noticed something strange flashed in the fat man's panic eyes.
Recalling the messenger's comment on the fat man's "good use of tricks", his heart moved, and the poisonous thread instantly stopped its return and tightened.
The small box cracked open with a pop, and a cloud of colorful powder spewed out, scattering all over Wilson's head and face. No matter how fast he reacted, it would be too late to open the protective barrier at this time.
Wilson suffered the loss because he didn't take the fat man seriously at all.
Although the person who sent him the message mentioned that the fat man had some tricks, as a high-level injection master, how could he care about any tricks? Moreover, the fat man's obscene pretense just now was too realistic.
In his opinion, no matter how cunning a pig is, it is still a pig after all, and it cannot escape the fate of becoming a meal.
But what if this is a pig that is not only cunning, but can also act, and is unscrupulous?
At this time, Wilson looked very happy, and his colorful head and face seemed to be sprinkled with rainbow particles. If he knew what he looked like now, he might really be seeking death.
The ingredients of this powder are very complex, and the taste is even richer, including the spiciness of red pepper, the pungency of green mustard, the saltiness of white salt, the sourness of lemon, and the smell of gray bamboo shoots...
Wilson, who fell for the fat man's trick, was surrounded by all kinds of smells and burst into tears for a while. But he soon recognized a familiar sweet fragrance among the messy smells.
It was that sweet fragrance that could corrode a big hole in his burqa, that sweet fragrance that seemed to be strongly corrosive once it encountered toxins!
What a vicious fat man!
Wilson did not dare to mobilize his attention, for fear that the poisonous energy would cause a corrosive reaction. Just now, his skin felt a burning sensation through the burqa. Now these powders are on the skin. Once triggered, the consequences will be disastrous!
He could only hurriedly take off his coat and wipe it. For a moment, he felt as embarrassed as he wanted.
The fat man had stood up neatly at this time, but his whole body was still shaking. He had just successfully manipulated a high-level injection master, and it was impossible not to be excited.
What's more, although the first battle was successful, the best is yet to come!
The fat man took out another small box from his arms and threw it at Templeton along with the half-remaining purple-red fruit.
Templeton had just seen a scene that was beyond his comprehension. Who could have imagined that the domineering and perverted high-level injection master would be so embarrassed in the blink of an eye. He was still in a state of confusion at this moment, and he was even more concerned about the "unfathomable"
Are you worried about what the fat man throws at you? What’s more, it’s also a small box!
He took a step back as if avoiding a bomb, letting the small box and fruit fall to the ground, looking at the fat man as if he were looking at a monster.
To the fat man, this is a look of admiration!
He put on the air of an expert and said cheerfully with a smile: "Hey! I accidentally made a mistake just now! That's the spice box I use for dinner! This is the antidote! It's designed to cure the poison of these people! Remember
Now, you need to mix the juice of the fruit with the medicinal powder in the small box to make it effective."
Spice box! Bastard! It’s actually a spice box!
"Hahaha!" Someone in the crowd laughed unbridledly.
Soon, there was a burst of snickering laughter. Including the injured and poisoned knights and common people, most of them took the time to laugh twice before continuing to "chuck!"
After all, the poison on their bodies has not been cured yet.
Ever since Wilson's appearance, everyone has been suppressed by his powerful momentum. His arrogant, domineering and vicious and despicable methods have made everyone, including Qiu Dun, angry and resentful.
Helpless, under the huge gap in strength, everyone can only swallow their anger, dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
But I didn't expect that this magical fat man who could act would make Wilson look colorful and make everyone feel bad.
The atmosphere at the scene was weird, tense and a little funny!
Old Quinn did not laugh, but instead showed a thoughtful look when he heard the "unbridled" laughter. While he tried his best to stop Zhuzhu who was still about to pounce on Xi Laer, he looked around, as if looking for the one who would laugh first.
people.
After wiping for a long time, Wilson still couldn't open his eyes. After listening to the fat man's words, amidst the laughter of everyone, Wilson took action!
Although he didn't dare to use his attention, he started to move his fingers, intending to use the poisonous thread to kill this evil fat man first.
The poisonous threads did not respond. The feeling of being able to move freely and connect the minds for decades was gone!
Wilson's heart felt as if it had been cut out with a sharp knife, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Ruyi Poison Silk" is not a real silk thread, but a rare creature called "Tencelis".
This kind of bug is naturally highly poisonous, highly spiritual, and extremely difficult to tame. It must be kept in the blood vessel of the owner and fed with the host's essence and blood. In the process of feeding on blood, Tencelialus will bring unbearable consequences to the host.
It is painful and also leaves toxins in the body of the owner.
Most people would shudder even if they just think about the feeling of poisonous insects wandering in their blood vessels!
Wilson got this insect in a chance encounter. After decades of hard work and enduring unimaginable suffering, he was able to train it to the point of "satisfaction."
It depends on this poisonous pet to use it.
Just now, the fat man took advantage of everyone's attention elsewhere and kneaded half of the psyllium fruits into the seasoning box. After that, he deliberately pretended to lower Wilson's alertness and calculated every step of the other party's reaction.
The purpose is to destroy the "Ruyi Poisonous Silk" with the special effects of the Hydrangea fruit, and at the same time restrict Wilson's use of the toxin-containing attention.
The small box burst, and the powder containing the fruit of the Mystica was not only sprinkled on Wilson's face, but also covered with Ruyi poisonous threads. When Wilson was busy wiping himself, the highly toxic tencelial worms had been absorbed by the Mystica.
The fruit has corroded until only a puddle of pungent-smelling viscous liquid remains!
Wilson's mouth was bleeding and his heart was bleeding.
Ignoring the pain, he forced his eyes open, roared, raised his feet and rushed towards the fat man. "Even if I can't use my concentration, I will break this fat man into pieces just by beating him!" This was the only thing in his mind at the moment.
idea.
"Hey! You dare to lift your feet! That's enough!" The fat man was waiting for Wilson's move.
"Hit!" As the fat man yelled, Wilson felt a pain in his foot. Amidst the sound of the bomb blast, a nail had already pierced his ankle.
"Fell into the trap again!" Wilson thought of the strange things that had just rolled down from the fat man's backpack to his feet.
After all, he was a master, his reaction was extremely fast, and he was frightened by the fat man's previous trick, fearing that there would be another fatal trap. At this time, he was suddenly attacked, and before he had time to think about it, his concentration was stimulated, and he had already jumped into the air.
"Ah!" Wilson screamed as soon as he took off.
"Hmph! Isn't it amazing to jump so high? Use your concentration, right? Xuan Zao Lan, burn him!" The fat man curled his lips and thought to himself.
"No!" Old Quinn, who had been staring at Silaire, suddenly shouted. A bright green halo was reflected in his eyes. Silaire, who had fallen on the ground, had already stood up and focused all his attention there.
On top of the black wooden cone, he threw it towards the place where Wilson was about to land.
The fat man's "hit" was the secret signal for the attack that he had agreed with Siler before.
At this point, the fat man's plan has been completed, and he feels extremely comfortable. It depends on whether Wilson can block Silaire's blow!
According to Fatty's calculation, Wilson will definitely die this time!
Just now, when Siler launched his first attack, the destructive and violent energy shocked Fatty greatly. He was convinced that if that blow could hit Wilson, "Dead Man Ash" would definitely not be spared.
Now, Wilson has lost the poisonous threads and has been corroded by the black algae blue. His concentration will definitely be greatly reduced. If he is nailed with a cone, will he still be immortal?
Indeed, Wilson could already smell the smell of death before he even landed.
The concentration he just used has already caused the reaction of Xuanzaolan. Now his face is in excruciating pain, so he has to use more concentration to resist corrosion.
Although the face is painful, it is not fatal yet.
But Wilson never expected that Silaire would wake up and launch an attack. Judging from the momentum of the wooden cone breaking through the air, this blow was no weaker than the previous stab.
He knew that the moment he landed, it might be the end of his life.
"Didn't this woman fall under my wishful poison? It's lucky that she didn't die. How could she still have the strength to attack?!" Wilson's thought passed away in a flash. He had more important things to do now.
Do.
Even if you die, you have to do it.
"Kill without mercy! Take action!" In the roar, Wilson had already fallen to the ground.
The black wooden cone carried the power of thunder and stabbed towards the face.
Suddenly, a dark blue color flashed out, condensed on the solid ice, and lay in front of Wilson, blocking the fatal blow for him.
The wooden cone pierced the ice fiercely, and continued to thrust forward.
The layers of solid ice cracked and finally exploded, but it also exhausted the power of the wooden cone at the last moment.
Wilson flew back with the shooting ice, then turned around and fled, leaving a trace of blood behind. His roar full of hatred echoed in the air: "What you do today will definitely be rewarded!"
"Father Quinn!" Hilaire shouted and rushed over.
The ice that Quinn had just melted had broken, and a black wooden cone was nailed in the middle of his chest.
The blue light no longer flickered, and Quinn's eyes were blurred. He held his breath and stood there stubbornly, refusing to fall down.
"Why did he help Wilson block the fatal blow?" Chuton, who was shocked by the sudden scene just now, saw Quinn take action this time and knew that the old man had hidden a lot of strength before.
Not to mention why he hides, but that he can immediately turn into ice for defense after dodging. This ability to control the elements is really amazing.
Quinn's face turned gray, and the light in his eyes faded a bit. He slowly took out a dark blue ring from his arms, with a pattern composed of six blood-red spikes clearly engraved on it.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Quinn looked at the ring carefully, the expression in his eyes was very complicated, including nostalgia, attachment, unwillingness, loneliness, sadness, and regret, as if on this small ring
Carrying the entirety of his life.
"Why?" Siler asked tremblingly.
She hesitated for a moment, then took Old Quinn's hands and slowly sent a stream of life energy over.
Zhuzhu also came close at this time. She said nothing, looking at Grandpa Quinn, who was the closest to her in the past, with big tears falling, and her brown eyes were full of grievances, sadness and confusion.
Old Quinn also looked at Zhuzhu, his eyes gradually filled with water. He frowned, closed his eyes and opened them again, but he looked behind Silaire, with a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
Behind Silaire, a tall, bald old man seemed to appear out of thin air, wandering out from nowhere. He had a thin and clear face, an outstanding expression, and was wearing a blue gown and a pair of hemp shoes at his feet.
Looking at this attire, she looks like someone from outside the world.
But he happened to be carrying a huge baggage on his back. He didn't know what was inside the bulging bag, and it seemed very cumbersome and cumbersome to walk. The fat man's pocket rucksack was not too small, and it was also bulging, but compared with this old man, it was a small witch.
I met the great witch.
The old man was holding a bamboo stick in his hand, and with a few pulls, he swept everyone in front of him to both sides. He walked closer, glanced at Silaire and Zhuzhu, nodded, and turned to Quinn.
Quinn looked at the old man, feeling a little excited. He wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood poured out.
Seeing this scene, Zhuzhu took a step forward, nestled against Old Quinn, and cried.
With a crisp "ding" sound, Quinn popped out the ring in his hand, and the old man grabbed it in his hand.
"Blood thorn! Huh!" The old man looked at the ring in his hand and snorted coldly, his face uncertain.
Quinn's face flushed, and the light in his eyes seemed to have recovered a little. He looked at the old man steadily, his eyes full of expectation.
"Things in the world are unpredictable! Although you and I only met once, we are still old acquaintances. I really didn't expect you to endure it for so many years. It must be very hard for you! Okay! Missing you has not hurt this mother and daughter.
I will not pursue your matter any further! Just go with peace of mind! I will give the ring to that person!" the old man said calmly.
After saying that, he ignored Quinn, half-turned around, and began to look at the fat man beside him who had regained his innocent look, as if he was very concerned about the orange coat.
Old Quinn was relieved when he heard this, and a difficult smile appeared on his lips. The light in his eyes dimmed again, as if he was very tired and was about to fall asleep.
He relied on Silaire's life energy to support him until now, but his vitality was gone and it was already the last moment.
As the old man turned around, Old Quinn's eyes also moved to Silaire.
Silaire saw old Quinn trying to keep his eyes open and looking over, his lifeless eyes full of apology and a hint of helplessness.
She was sad in her heart and increased the transmission of life energy, but she saw old Quinn shook his head, lowered his head and bent down with difficulty, as if bowing, and then leaned back and fell to the ground, dead.
Tears fell uncontrollably. Silaire half-knelt beside old Quinn, hugged Zhuzhu, and sobbed. She said silently in her heart: "Dad Quinn! You don't have to blame yourself! No matter what the reason is, I will
I believe you have a compelling reason! Thank you for your care over the years! I really can’t bear to leave you!”
The atmosphere is sad and depressing.
The fat man showed off his power just now and almost killed a high-level injection master, but now he is not happy at all, and his heart is heavy.
Although he didn't deal with Old Quinn when they first met, and the facts proved his suspicions and speculations about Old Quinn, but now that he saw the old man ending miserably in this way, he felt bad in his heart.
He knew that Old Quinn was most likely a subordinate of Wilson, and at least had some special connection. The last sentence that the dead man said, "Kill without mercy!" was obviously meant for Quinn, from a literal analysis.
, it should be to let Quinn take the opportunity to kill Silaire or Zhuzhu.
If old Quinn had really done that at that time, the outcome was really hard to say. At least from the previous situation, it seemed that Siler was going all out and would not protect himself at the same time.
Fortunately, old Quinn did not harm the Hilaire mother and daughter, but chose to protect Wilson with his life.
"Little fat man! That's right! I'm talking about you!" the bald old man shouted at the fat man.
"What little fat guy? Why am I so small?!" The fat guy was thinking about something, but was suddenly interrupted. He felt very uncomfortable and came back angrily.
The old man was not angry, he smiled, pointed at the weird things scattered on the ground and asked: "Did you do all these things?"
"Hmm! A family tradition! What's wrong?" The fat man returned angrily.
"Very good! Besides, you are pretty good at acting!" the old man continued with a joking tone.
"It's just so so! I haven't studied for a few years!" The fat man was about to continue, but suddenly it occurred to him that Old Quinn seemed to know this bald old man and seemed to respect him quite a lot. "He can't be a big shot, right?!" He thought.
With this thought in mind, he stopped talking, ignored the old man, and began to pack his treasures into his backpack.
"Oh! I'm talking about you! Look what this is?!" The old man ended the conversation with the fat man without warning, took out a golden plaque from the huge baggage, turned around and threw it to Templeton.
Templeton was startled by the old man's sudden change of subject, and subconsciously grabbed the gold medal!
This is a waist badge made of pure gold, with a phoenix spreading its wings carved on it and the word "pupil" engraved on it. It is Queen Suriel's token. Seeing this thing is like seeing the queen herself!
Templeton was startled and turned over to kneel down, but was stopped by the old man with a wave of his hand.
The old man then issued an order unceremoniously: "Now find some comfortable cars and let's go back to the palace! Take the Tergi people with us!"
Without waiting for Dempla's response, the old man turned to Xiler again: "Xixi, don't cry now! This person is dead, so let's take care of the living first! You save people first! Otherwise, I'm afraid some people will
I can’t stand it any longer! Hurry up! Come back to the palace with me when you’re done. I still have a lot of things to tell you!”
The old man's "Xixi" completely frightened Xi Laer. This was her nickname, and no one except her closest relatives knew it.
Who is this old man?
When he saw the bald old man, he almost made Temple kneel down. The fat man became more and more sure of his speculation, "This old guy has a lot of background! It seems that it is better not to mess with him."
While he was thinking about it, he heard the old man say to him again: "Little fat man, you pack your things and put away the silk that turned into water just now, oh! No! It should be the water that turned into silk! Don't look at it.
It’s a little disgusting, but that’s good stuff!”
As the old man spoke, he grabbed an empty medicine bottle from his huge backpack and threw it to the stunned fat man!
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