"Three...three thousand..." Long Zimo replied twisted and painfully, his voice almost covered by the spiders.
Murong Feixue calmly turned to Yuan Shi and asked, "Do you have so many wives?"
Yuan Shi immediately blushed for a rare moment, and said in embarrassment: "The baby relatives left behind by our ancestors, but I have raised all my daughters-in-law, and I don't dare to marry any of them... I roughly counted them, there are about five or six thousand."
"Uh! Uh-huh..."
When Long Zimo heard this number, he twisted even more crazily and almost peed his pants. But with Murong Feixue's confinement technique, even if he turned into a white skeleton, he couldn't even move an inch!
"Pfft..." Murong Feixue couldn't help laughing.
Then he promised Long Zimo with confidence: "Okay, if you untie a Nuwa rope, you will recover 1,500 black widows! Hey, are you still alive? I can't see where your head is...
…”
Before Long Zimo could reply, the Nuwa rope on Yuan Shi's body had been untied by Long Zimo. It turned into a ball of wool and fell into Yuan Shi's hand.
Yuan Shi shook his numb body, stretched again, and then raised an arm. He took the fifteen hundred black widows back into his sleeves. Almost at the same time, the one lying on the ground
Murong Feixue, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and meditating, was also freed from the shackles of Nuwa's rope.
Murong Feixue's true form took the shadow clone back and let her look at Long Zimo by herself.
Yuan Shi also kept his word and immediately took back another 1,500 black widows.
Now there are only more than two thousand crawling on Long Zimo's body. But at first, the spiders could still be stacked one on top of the other. Now that there is room for them, the spiders are biting more freely. Long Zimo
The howling was even more miserable.
"How about it? Tell me where Long Fei is? If it's later, your body will basically be a skeleton without flesh and blood, and the constitution of the Tianlong Clan cannot be saved. You should think carefully about it yourself!"
Murong Feixue threw a life-saving straw to Long Zimo very well.
He agreed almost without thinking, and answered intermittently in a vague voice: "Long Fei, Long Ming and everyone in the palace were all deceived by... Nuwa pretending to be Murong Feixue... now...
They are... ah!"
Before he finished speaking, Long Zimo didn't know where he was bitten, and suddenly let out a scream, much sharper than before.
Murong Feixue looked around and found that a black widow had gotten into his crotch. And there were more than one. Listening to Long Zimo's screams, it was estimated that he was extinct in all likelihood.
Before this guy committed suicide, Murong Feixue hurriedly asked: "Where are they now? Tell me quickly!"
"Boom!"
Long Zimo, who had been restrained and unable to move, suddenly fell to the ground.
The effect of the spell will be lost only because this guy is dead.
Murong Feixue's forehead couldn't help but have countless black lines running across it, and her face suddenly turned black. She turned her head leisurely and looked at Yuan Shi, and said surreptitiously: "Can't you wait for him to say two more words?"
Yuan Shi spread his hands and said very innocently: "This is really none of my business! Maybe the black widows I raised haven't eaten for hundreds of years and are too hungry, so..."
"Have you been practicing for hundreds of years?" Murong Feixue was startled for a moment and looked at Yuan Shi with wide eyes in disbelief.
