At this critical moment, fortunately, Temple's palms hit her at the right time and knocked Silaire away, preventing her from being pierced by the poisonous thread shot by Wilson and killing her on the spot.
The Xilerian was in the air and had started to use her attention body protection. Although she had a small hole in her shoulder and half of her body was unconscious, her consciousness was very clear.
There was not much concentration left, and the speed of operation slowed down significantly, but it also slowed down the erosion of the toxin. She reluctantly adjusted her posture, and when she staggered to the ground, she was already shaky, but was supported by the fat man who ran forward.
Zhuzhu shouted from behind: "Mom!"
Silaire was startled, and turned around to see the little girl with a look of panic on her face, tears welling up in her eyes. If Quinn hadn't pulled her hard, she would have run over.
Siler blamed himself for being too reckless. He took action recklessly without considering the consequences. If someone took the opportunity to attack Zhuzhu, Fatty and others, there would probably have been casualties at this time. Moreover,
, what will Zhuzhu do in the future if she dies here?!
Thinking of this, Siler became frightened. She felt anxious, her concentration was further hindered, and her body collapsed softly in the fat man's arms.
Zhuzhu was concerned about her mother's safety and wanted to run over again, but she was stopped by Quinn, who said in a deep voice: "Zhuzhu is obedient, don't go over there yet, let mom rest for a while!" Zhuzhu was very obedient, although she was anxious,
But he stopped and looked at his mother a few steps away with his big red eyes.
The fat man had a strange feeling in his heart. He didn't have time to think about it. He was only thinking about Silaire's safety. Listening to Quinn, could it be that Silaire was seriously injured? He quickly looked at the beautiful woman in his arms.
This sight made the fat man feel bad.
I saw that Siler's face was gray and listless, and there was a burning mark the size of a fingertip on his right shoulder, which was very conspicuous. From the shoulder and neck upward, under the snow-like skin, a gray line could be faintly seen, as if it was still slowly
spread.
Siler also knew that her situation was not good, so she steeled herself, turned to look at Zhuzhu and said with a forced smile: "Zhuzhu, be good, listen to Daddy Quinn, don't come over. Fat uncle is here, mom is fine, rest for a while
That’s it!”
Listening to Silaire's weak voice and feeling the slight trembling coming from the delicate body in his arms, the fat man's heart suddenly felt like something was tugging at him, and the pain was severe.
This feeling is unforgettable.
"Did that major general do it?" the fat man asked in a deep voice. He wanted to ask why Siler suddenly took action, but it was obvious that the time was not right now.
The naive look on his face disappeared, replaced by slightly furrowed eyebrows and deep, bright eyes. At this time, the fat man seemed to have changed into a different person, giving people a feeling of being unable to see through.
Looking at his serious look, Siler suddenly wanted to laugh, "This man seems to be really anxious sometimes!" A trace of warmth and touch slowly passed through his heart.
She closed her eyes slightly and said in a voice that only the fat man could hear: "I was tricked by the man in gray robe, but Templeton's palm actually saved me! My injury was on my right shoulder, it was poisonous. It was very serious.
I tried it just now, but I can't cure it myself, I can only slow it down."
Silaire paused and took a few breaths before continuing: "I need to adjust my breath for a while now. When I recover a little, I will release the protective barrier and let Father Quinn protect me. You take Zhuzhu and take the opportunity to run away."
There is a dark room under the flower stand in my bedroom. Zhuzhu knows how to open it. It's very safe there. You can hide for a while and then escape far away when things calm down. I'm afraid..."
"No! Don't be afraid! If you are afraid, I will be afraid!" The fat man interrupted impatiently. He heard that Siler said he was just poisoned, and saw that the wound didn't look very serious, so he felt at ease.
Some.
He continued anxiously: "Isn't it just a poison? Tell me earlier! I'll cure it!" In desperation, the fat man understood what Siler said "can't cure" to mean "can't cure the poison".
.
Coupled with the fact that Silaire said before that he didn't know any injection techniques, the fat man was sure that this beauty knew nothing about detoxification!
But in fact, for wood injection masters, there are only poisons that cannot be detoxified, but how can they not be able to detoxify them?
But the fat man is not an injection master, so how could he possibly know this?!
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Silaire's consent, he put his right hand around the beautiful woman's waist, pressed her face to face into his arms, and with his left hand gently pulled down the white clothes on the woman's right shoulder, revealing a piece of jade skin.
muscle.
The fat man was tall and his back was facing outwards, completely covering Silaire. He didn't want his beauty to be missed by the blind people around him, not even a small piece of it.
The fight just now happened so suddenly that no one could react until then.
After being released by Wilson's poisonous thread, the numbness in Temple's waist and abdomen had not subsided, and he was about to collapse.
He did not want to show weakness in front of the enemy, so he leaned his spear on the ground and forced himself to stand there. He only felt that his chest and abdomen were hot, but other places were shrouded in a chill, which was very uncomfortable.
"Protect that woman!" Templeton shouted to his men, while using his concentration to apply the poison to heal the injury. Fortunately, the concentration was running smoothly, and his physical condition improved a lot in a moment.
It seemed that the thread had just tied him up and not poisoned him.
After hearing the order, a group of knights who had been preparing to charge at Wilson immediately adjusted their formation and stood in front of Fatty and Silaire. They glared at this guy who used their commander as a shield, and were ready to rush forward and fight to the death at any time.
revenge.
But it was said that Siler was suddenly hugged by the fat man, and his mind was buzzing. He wanted to struggle, but his limbs felt weak and his whole body felt hot. He thought it must be caused by toxins invading his limbs.
"Although I was lucky enough to escape just now, it seems that it is just a delay," the beauty lamented in her heart, and felt that the fat man's arms were warm and comfortable. Her head was dizzy, but her mind calmed down.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The fat man has nephrite in his arms at the moment, but he has no intention of enjoying it, and is hurriedly preparing to detoxify Silaire.
The fat man’s claim to be able to detoxify is not a lie. He has been traveling around the world all year round, and is naturally well-informed. He knows that in order to detoxify from this kind of trauma, the first step is to directly draw out the toxins as much as possible, and then use other methods to slowly remove the remaining ones.
of toxins.
He witnessed the fight just now with his own eyes. Judging from the gray halo shown by the other party, Wilson, who had a lifeless face, must be a poison injector.
When Fatty thinks about it, regardless of what kind of poison it is, aren't the methods of detoxification pretty much the same?
Moreover, even if Wilson has the antidote, how can he get it easily? Judging from the current situation, if the spread of the toxin cannot be controlled immediately, it will be too late even if the antidote is available!
He had heard someone say that after trauma and poisoning, the human body will form a line of poison from the wound. Once this line of poison reaches the heart or brain, the person will be dead!
The fat man can be said to be "the ignorant are fearless". His considerations were indeed reasonable, but how did he know that this ordinary detoxification method might be effective for general poisoning, but how could it detoxify a poison-type doctor?
What about the poison administered by the master? And he is also a powerful poison injector.
For ordinary people, even if they just encounter this kind of poison, let alone its cure, their lives will be in danger.
He just did it. The fat man knew what was going on and did not hesitate. He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, then slowly opened his eyes, focused all his energy on the beautiful woman's shoulders, and soon saw that
A small patch of gray skin with a tiny hole in the middle.
right here!
The fat man opened his mouth and planned to suck it in, but suddenly he thought: "Even with Xi Laer's strength, I can't withstand this poison. If I use my mouth directly, I will probably die before I can survive."
"Oh! It's better to shut up now! Let's talk next time!" The fat man paused this action that was so sexy when he thought about it, and instead used his thumb and index finger to clamp the wound and squeeze it hard.
The fat man's hand was very strong, and Xi Laer grunted in pain. He heard the fat man's rough voice, "Be patient, you'll be fine in a while!" Then he remembered that he just said he wanted to help him detoxify.
"Oh! No! You can't touch that wound!" Siler regained some consciousness and quickly said weakly to the fat man.
"We've touched each other!? What's the point of talking now? Stop talking!" Fatty complained with sweat dripping down his back. As soon as he touched the wound, a strong burning sensation came from his fingertips. But he couldn't care anymore.
All these things are on my mind: "It's so hot when I touch her. How can her delicate skin and tender flesh be able to bear it?"
The fat man endured the pain in his fingertips and squeezed for a long time, but there was no movement at all, and not even a drop of poison was released. Seeing that the gray line on Siler's shoulder and neck seemed to have climbed a little higher, he became more and more anxious, thinking to himself
No matter how you find a way, you have to suck out the toxins!
As soon as he thought this, the fat man suddenly felt a weak breath pouring into his index finger and thumb from the wound on the woman's shoulder.
This feeling is very similar to the feeling when I clicked on Silaire's protective barrier just now. It's just that the breath of life came over me at that time, but the breath at this time is condensed, thick, cold, and indifferent.
.
It's over, it's over! Could it be that he absorbed the toxins in Silaire's body into himself? Is this okay?
The fat man was startled and was about to pull his hand away, but he felt as if a small opening had opened on his fingertips, and he didn't want to leave at all, as if he was very thirsty for that breath.
"Holy crap! Who is sucking whom?!" Although the fat man was panicked, he had no choice but to do anything.
Different from the previous breath of life, this breath did not disperse and invade the lungs after entering the body. Instead, it gathered together and was hidden somewhere in the body.
The fat man saw that he didn't feel any discomfort after the breath entered his body, and he saw that there were no "poisonous lines" on his arms. He gradually calmed down, squinted his eyes and began to appreciate the smell carefully.
This time he made a new discovery. When this breath entered his body, it seemed that it could attract some similar breaths in his body.
Slowly, it seems that some of the original negative feelings in the body are gradually disappearing. The muscles that have been running all night are no longer so sore. The back that was hit by the fireball is also much more comfortable and relaxed. The fatigue caused by excessive concentration disappears.
Now, the anxiety in my heart has also faded a lot!
These negative feelings seem to have been absorbed by the breath. They are indeed still in the body, but I don't know where they are.
The fat man gradually felt refreshed, which was similar to the feeling when he absorbed the life energy just now! Unfortunately, this feeling did not last long, only two sips of tea, and he felt that the small opening on his finger closed.
"Weird things happen every year, but this year there are so many!" The fat man looked at his fingers. They were intact as before. Is there any "small mouth" anywhere?!
Since you can't figure it out! Just don't think about it! Fatty very much agrees with the saying that "the boat will find its way to the bridge" and will never make it difficult for him to think about things he can't understand.
After exhaling softly, the fat man looked at Silaire's wound.
At this sight, the fat man was startled again. The delicate skin in front of him was exposed, as if it had been magnified ten times. Not only that, with a little effort, his eyes could see through the skin and go straight into the inside, where the blood vessels, tendons, and muscles were close.
In front of you, clearly visible.
Oh my god! X-ray eyes!
This surprise was no small matter! The fat man suddenly felt that something was wrong.
If you really become a clairvoyant, how will you "see people" in the future? Wouldn't the streets be filled with skeletons walking around?
The fat man quickly closed his eyes in panic, shook his head vigorously, and then slowly and carefully opened his eyes.
Huh?! Everything is back to normal again.
Is it an illusion? It must be an illusion.
The fat man regained his normal vision and saw that although the wound on Silaire's shoulder was still there, the gray color had faded and returned to a soft color, which was no different from the surrounding skin. The gray line on the shoulder and neck
Also gone.
Has the poison been detoxified?
When the fat man was confused, he saw that Siler in his arms had raised his head slightly and was looking towards him.
The beauty's face has regained its luster. Although it is still a little pale, it is completely different from the gray before. Her beautiful eyes are wide open, full of disbelief.
Silaire's appearance greatly satisfied the fat man's vanity and made him extremely proud.
"How's it going? I just said I can detoxify, right? For me, this is a piece of cake! How do you feel now? Have you recovered your strength?" the fat man asked with a stinking look on his face.
Siler suppressed the excitement in his heart and said with a trembling voice: "The poison is really cured! My concentration has also recovered. How did you do it?"
"This question is really hard to answer! The key is that I haven't figured it out myself!" Fatty thought, and rolled his eyes and said, "It's good to have the answer. This is a long story, so I'll tell you slowly later! You
Just don't move for now, hurry up and recover, and don't act like you're fine. You might be able to give that dead man a surprise later!"
"You still want to continue holding me? Isn't it right?" Silaire wanted to reject this "bad idea", but he also felt that the fat man's suggestion made some sense.
Her face turned red and she hesitated for a moment.
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