"The skin and flesh were corroded by the poisonous swamp corpse water. After it faded away naturally, what was left was the essence and blood in the marrow..."
Liu Shiba's eyes were filled with dementia, but his mind was sober.
The eleventh floor of the Netherworld Babel Tower, the road comes to an end...
And he himself, Liu Shiba, the last successor of Captain Mo Jin, has also come to an end?
Your own skin is falling off in pieces?
However, without any warning, several extremely ferocious and strange auras suddenly surged out from unknown corners, instantly covering every blood vessel and every muscle in Liu Shiba's body.
A sudden burst of pain?
In just a moment, Liu Shiba's eyelids swelled up rapidly, and he couldn't see his surroundings clearly!
Is this green corpse water the biggest trap?
Unparalleled Poison...
The toxicity is so overbearing that it spreads from the body to the face and brain in just a few dozen seconds...
"Click!"
Liu Shiba bit his tongue fiercely, using the severe pain to force himself, and tried to narrow his swollen eyelids to a tiny gap.
When I entered my eyes, I just saw the dumbfounded Qin Da...
I also saw that Lao Hei's dog face was stretched upwards in an exaggerated manner, revealing a surprised expression that only a human could open his mouth and open his jaw!
That expression turned Lao Hei, who was covered in golden light, into an extremely evil one...
And in Liu Shiba's heart, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to feel a kind of trance, and some enlightenment?
And Lao Hei’s expression, is he crying or laughing?
"ah!"
Liu Shiba couldn't stop trembling all over, and his consciousness quickly blurred.
"snort!"
The moment he lost consciousness, Liu Shiba gritted his teeth. He felt unwilling and aggrieved...
Step by step, he took three steps and looked back two steps, but he didn't realize it, so he still got the idea?
"Oh……"
There is a glimmer of sobriety, there is still a glimmer, don’t give up!
Liu Shiba let out his last desperate roar, held his breath, stretched his facial muscles upwards, and opened his eyelids stained with flesh and blood with a tearful look.
That eyelid even tore off half of the corner of Liu Shiba's right eye.
I was stimulated and shed tears...
He is unwilling to give in. What kind of fate is this?
How could such a fate exist?
Aren't you a sixth-grade captain? Aren't you lucky? Aren't you lucky?
Or some kind of extremely rare life usurper? Why is he so vulnerable?
Didn't No. 3 say that he is also the future executive director of the Sulan Alliance?
Why is labor and management going to be suspended so soon?
This is unscientific!
And in our old house, Liujiatun, on our one-third-acre land, didn’t we put up gas-suppressing nails like electric poles that year, following the instructions of the old man?
Doesn't it mean that I can continue to have good luck for three years?
"Three years? Or one year?"
Liu Shiba, who was confused and had no idea what he was thinking, chewed randomly for three years when he suddenly paused.
His thinking is really confused...
"How many years has it been since Liujiatun received the inheritance from grandpa Liu Yi?"
"Who told me how many years have I been out?"
Liu Shiba looked like a fierce ghost, his whole body was ricked, his hair was disheveled, he looked up to the sky and roared crazily.
The deep cave shook Liu Shiba with extremely terrifying vibrations back and forth. He screamed desperately and shrilly.
However, no one answered Liu Shiba, because Qin Da was so frightened that he didn't know, and Lao Hei couldn't answer.
A dog's life is seven times that of a human. Lao Hei has the body and lifespan, but no one can give it wisdom!
"Ugh..."
Dying to breathe, Liu Shiba scratched at the large pieces of flesh and blood that had fallen off his body, let out a whimpering roar like a beast, and then curled up and rolled to the cold and biting ground.
Liu Shiba supported his back on the ground and arched his head, grinning evilly!
Smiling, he looked at it in despair. His hands seemed to be not his own. The corpse-stained green skin was slightly rubbed by the out-of-control claws, and large chunks of skin and flesh moved towards it.
Slide down.
It's like deep-fried tofu skin, gently peeling it off...
The tofu skin is browned and crispy, but the inside of the tofu is as tender as ever.
That scene was exactly the same as Liu Shiba's now.
"Uh...oh..."
"Humanoid - oh! Deep-fried tofu skin! Fresh, fragrant and crispy..."
Liu Shiba's voice became hoarse and he struggled to say something very inappropriate.
………………
Qin Da's dementia actually only lasted for more than ten seconds!
He was helpless and stared at his master Liu Shiba with his mouth wide open. From a handsome young boy, he became an old man with all his flesh and blood peeling off in just ten seconds!
Qin Da rushed to Liu Shiba's side with a quick stride, and gently hugged Liu Shiba's body, which was as broken as tofu and as cold as stone, into his broad chest...
The hands that grabbed Liu Shiba seemed to be grabbing a big fat lamb that was roasted to a crisp. When the hands moved, a piece of bright red minced meat came up.
The heat in his chest will definitely dissolve the coldness all over Liu Shiba's body. Even for a few seconds, Liu Shiba will feel comfortable.
Qin's eyes were complicated and there were no tears. He even estimated that Liu Shiba would not be able to survive in this state.
However, Qin Da is very determined and he will not let go!
"Qiang..."
Slowly taking out the white dagger in his right hand and placing it within reach at any time, Qin Da took a long breath.
"Boss, since I left the Qinling Mountains, I have been following you around the world. Now if you can't bear it and leave first, I don't want to live alone!"
"Woo!"
As if hearing Qin Da's rough voice, Liu Shiba's eyes squirmed with difficulty, as if he still had a little bit of consciousness and hadn't lost it yet.
Finally, Qin Da's mind also entered a fatal trance...
Qin Da moved the miner's lamp a few steps away, gritted his teeth and stared into the darkness.
His eyes were looking around, but Qin Da mouth said incoherently and anxiously:
"The boss said it's cold? Leng An will help you get dressed - no, don't shed your skin... Doesn't it hurt?
The scarlet flesh and blood on your thighs has been scratched out in big lumps. Isn't this what your parents raised you?
Boss, don't scare me, aren't you trying to touch Colonel Jin? Show me your methods, where are your methods?
By the way, how many years? It’s been a year. After you came to Qinling Mountains, you spent one winter and one year. Didn’t we just spend one year..."
"No, isn't it three years?"
"After so long, why only one year?"
Instantly his breath was choked, Liu Shiba's throat was blocked and his speech was incoherent!
"Grandson,"
"You have to remember that this gas-calming nail can only maintain our family's happiness for one year."
Looking at grandfather Liu Yi and finally Liu Shiba, who seemed to be alive in a fantasy, he could only blink his eyes quickly in fear, and he really couldn't utter any bird songs.
It is highly poisonous, like inflammation of a flat conductor, directly sealing your throat and cutting off your unrealistic thoughts.
But! At the moment when Liu Shiba was dejected and resigned to his fate, he accidentally saw something clearly!
Leaning in Qin Da's arms was a bloody, white-haired old man's head. His head rolled to the side and almost lost its support.
Liu Shiba’s eyes don’t blink—don’t blink!
And then his eyes widened...
Slowly, Qin Da also thought that Liu Shiba had some unfinished business, and turned to look at the white dagger that Liu Shiba was looking at!
It may or may not be the scabbard dagger of the Zhuxian Sword.
"Nien, pinch."
"Click!"
The hilt of the white dagger suddenly made a sound, and the dagger Zhu Xian, which had not been awakened for thousands of years, opened automatically.
Just because the hilt of the sword was stained with Liu Shiba's blood and even a trace of blood essence, Liu Shiba used his life to squeeze out the scabbard that had bound him for countless years.
"This is the bloodthirsty sword."
Qin Da hummed!
As long as you have the authentic killing immortal sword, you might be able to kill him back to the ten-story Babel Tower.
"Qin - big, take! I, I - tie me on your back... go up, kill - kill, quickly - kill back to the altar!"
Liu Shiba gritted his teeth and twisted his cheeks, and added four more words in a stern voice before he really turned off:
"There is a chance... of life, you... have to live, live."
Qin Da's whole body tensed up, and his black face suddenly turned ferocious!
Gently carry Liu Shiba on his back, roll up his coat and tighten his sleeves!
"call!"
Then he picked up the two-foot killing sword with a strong white light... Zhu Xian!
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, I repaired my sword and spear, and I share the same enemy with you, how can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you..."
A burst of sad Qin Opera sounded leisurely at the bottom of the basement...
