"You...you..." Xiaolan trembled and pointed at the fool, "Are you going to mutate too?"
The sweat on the fool's forehead slid down to his cheeks drop by drop.
"Hahaha!" Meng Fuling burst into laughter.
Xiaolan felt a chill in her heart, and the memories of her time in Mingya Realm suddenly rushed to her.
At that time, he was also injured in his calf by Meng Fuling.
Not only did he lose his strength, he almost died...
Meng Fuling's attack was poisonous.
The poison is called Qian Sixue.
The two men came to fight in front of them. The Taoist priest raised his hand and turned it into a palm. He stabbed Meng Fuling with the hand knife and the golden talisman. The movement was so fast that he could not even see clearly. Xiaolan stared at the battle and a drop of red liquid suddenly splashed into her eyes.
.
Is the Taoist bleeding?
"Taoist Master!..." Xiaolan rubbed her eyes and stood up directly, "Don't let him touch you, he is poisonous!"
Before the Taoist Master could react, Qin Yin took a breath of air, grabbed the fool's collar and asked, "Are you poisoned?!"
The fool laughed angrily.
"Isn't it obvious enough?..."
"How to treat this?" Qin Yin and Maple Sugar lay beside the fool's legs and looked at his injuries. Qin Yin was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and actually asked the fool, "Do you have any idea?"
"A clue..." The fool smiled desperately, "I'll probably have a clue after I die."
"Oh, why do you say that? It's bad luck!"
The fool leaned on February 3rd's back as if he had lost his dream, "I'm not poisoned to death, but you're still mad to death."
Xiaolan recalled her detoxification method at that time.
"Brother fool, try to think of something happy."
The fool turned his face to the other side with a sad expression, and his mouth looked like he had said a curse word.
Damn it.
Metaphysical detoxification is the most deadly.
Xiaolan looked at the Taoist priest again. Meng Fuling was still constantly dodging through space. The smell had faded. It was estimated that only Baomu could smell his specific location now.
I neither know how to detoxify, nor dare I rashly intervene in the Taoist leader's battle.
Suddenly, Meng Fuling appeared above Taoist Priest. After Baomu's reminder, Taoist Priest was already prepared and crossed his hands covered with blood to block.
Meng Fuling did not move away, but attacked with the Taoist Master's blood.
The expected burning sound suddenly sounded.
Although I don’t know why, the Taoist priest’s blood can indeed burn some people.
Meng Fuling's palms were filled with black smoke. She pushed the Taoist priest hard and used the force to jump out. She stared at her hands in disbelief and muttered something in her mouth.
"Liar...cheating...obviously...not..."
Xiaolan didn't hear what he was mumbling clearly. Seeing that something was wrong with the Taoist Priest, she rushed over to hold the Taoist Priest's arm.
The Taoist leader's steps began to become unsteady, and his body tilted to the right, just in time to use Xiaolan's hand to support his body.
Xiaolan lowered her head and looked at the Taoist Master's hand. The wound was made by himself, so it was not serious. However, a layer of black armor like scales appeared on the place where Meng Fuling had just been in contact.
"Does it hurt?"
Xiaolan raised her head and asked, seeing the Taoist priest's lips turning pale, she knew the answer in her heart.
Bai Sugang was still leaning on the fool's lap. When he saw that the Taoist priest was also poisoned, he immediately got up and ran over, stumbling awkwardly.
"I just discussed it with that Maple Sugar brother," Bai Su pointed at Maple Sugar, "If you believe me, I will help you shed the poisonous armor."
"You can also pick off other people's skin?!" Xiaolan shouted.
Bai Su nodded, "It just hurts a lot."
Is that any different from tearing it off directly? Are you more skilled?
"Taoist Master," Maple Sugar said in a steady voice, "is there anything hidden in Meng Fuling's hand?"
Xiaolan helped the Taoist priest sit on the ground and stared at Meng Fuling a few steps away. He didn't know what he was struggling with. He looked at his hands with an angry look and kept talking to himself.
Fortunately, I have some breathing time.
"There is nothing in his hands," the Taoist priest's chin began to tremble, and he breathed in the cold air, "When it touches my blood, there is no problem in the burnt state."
"Then this poison may be the poison on his body," Maple Sugar glanced at February and March, and the two nodded, "February and March said that there are many people practicing this kind of poison in the city-states near the royal city.
To detoxify the body, the most direct way is to kill the person who caused the poison."
Xiaolan looked at Meng Fuling resentfully, "While he seems to be stupid now, I'll go..."
"No," Maple Sugar refused. "You are the only one who can be beaten here. You must not be poisoned."
Xiaolan looked at the DPS lying on the floor, the assistants who were running around anxiously, and herself.
There is a problem with the lineup.
"You lied to me!" Meng Fuling suddenly shouted.
Several people were so frightened that they immediately fell silent and watched quietly as Meng Fuling screamed into the void.
Who are you talking to? This is.
Baomu suddenly stood up.
"More!"
"What's more?" Qin Yin asked.
"There's an extra smell," Baomu frowned, his nose twitching slightly, "Someone else is here."
"What does it taste like?" Maple Sugar asked.
"Yes..." Baomu closed his eyes and concentrated on distinguishing the smell, "It's very light, a little far away, like the smell of a temple...incense, the smell of incense...incense...incense ash..."
Incense.
Xiaolan glanced at Meng Zecheng, who was lying on the ground like a corpse. When he was in the world, he thought the smell of incense came from this body.
Can we finally see the person who rescued Meng Fuling at that important moment?
The liar Meng Fuling mentioned refers to that person.
"Didn't you say that after coming out of the Undead Prison, I will be the living one and he will become dead!" Meng Fuling pointed at Meng Zecheng's body angrily, "But this man's blood can still burn me. You lied.
Me! I was not resurrected at all!..."
Xiaolan glanced at the Taoist priest secretly.
Now I was sure that the Taoist priest's blood would burn the dead.
Meng Fuling and Meng Zecheng lived and died, occupying the same spiritual energy.
But what does that have to do with the person he’s talking to?
"Why don't you deal with them first?" A male voice sounded from the darkness.
The sound was smooth and cold, like a poisonous snake spitting its core. It was a sound I had never heard before.
"Explain to me first!" Meng Fuling's eyes began to glow with black mist, "Are you lying to me?"
The man laughed twice, still hiding in the darkness, "I haven't helped you enough, aren't you satisfied?"
The poison on Meng Fuling seemed to have taken form, and a circle of black energy spread around him.
"I'll kill them first, and then I'll kill you."
The voice was silent for a few seconds, and then said slowly, "It's a good idea, you can try it too."
"Then, I will directly become..."
Before Meng Fuling finished speaking, a cold breath came down behind Xiaolan.
"Liao Yilan?"
No one's call has ever made Xiaolan fall into such coldness.
The companions made no sound.
Xiaolan turned her head hard, but there was nothing behind her.
But that voice was clearly behind him, behind his head, and... in his ears.