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 Xiler people are in the air and have started to operate the attention protection body. Although a small hole was opened 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 toxins. She reluctantly adjusted her posture, and when she staggered to the ground, she was already shaky, but was held up 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 just took action recklessly without considering the consequences. If someone took the opportunity to attack Zhuzhu, Fatty and others, there would probably be casualties by now. Moreover, if she dies here, what will Zhuzhu do in the future? !
Thinking of this, Silaire became afraid. 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 there yet, let mom rest for a while!" Zhuzhu was obedient, although she was anxious, But he stopped and looked at his mother a few steps away with his big red eyes.
Fatty felt a strange feeling in his heart. He didn't have time to think about it, and he was only thinking about Siler's safety. From what Quinn said, could it be that Silaire was seriously injured? He quickly looked at the beauty in his arms.
This look made the fat man feel bad.
I saw that Siler's face was gray and listless, and there was a burning mark on his right shoulder that was as big as a fingertip, which was very conspicuous. From the shoulders and neck upward, under the snow-like skin, a gray line could be seen faintly, as if it was still spreading slowly.
Siler also knew that her situation was not good. She steeled herself, turned to look at Zhuzhu and said with a forced smile: "Zhuzhu, be good, listen to Daddy Quinn and don't come over. Fat uncle is here. Mom is fine. Let's 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 originally wanted to ask why Silaire 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 that he could not 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, and it was poisonous. It was very powerful. I tried it just now, but I couldn’t cure it myself, so I could 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 and Zhuzhu can 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 that you were poisoned? 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 what Siler said before that he didn't know how to inject, 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 anesthetist, 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 and held her face to face in his arms. With his left hand, he 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 with this movement his back was facing outwards, Silaire was completely covered. , he didn't want his beauty to be overlooked by the people around him who didn't have the eyesight, 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 didn't want to show weakness in front of the enemy, so he leaned his spear on the ground and stood there with strong support. I only felt hot in my chest and abdomen, but there was a chill in other places, which was very uncomfortable.
"Protect that woman!" Templeton shouted to his men, while focusing on using poison to heal the wounds. Fortunately, his concentration was flowing smoothly, and his physical condition eased a lot in a moment.
It seemed that the thread had just tied him up and not poisoned him.
After hearing the order, the knights who were already preparing to charge at Wilson immediately adjusted their formation and stood in front of Fatty and Silaire. They glared angrily at the guy who used their commander as a shield, ready to rush forward and take revenge to the death.
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 was 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. She felt that the fat man's arms were warm and comfortable. Her head was dizzy, but her mind calmed down.
The fat man had nephrite in his arms at the moment, but he had no intention of enjoying it and was hurriedly preparing to detoxify Silaire.
The fat man's claim that he knew how to detoxify was not a lie. He had been traveling all year round and was in the market, so he was naturally well-informed. We know that in order to detoxify this kind of trauma, we must first try to draw out the toxins directly, and then cooperate with other methods to slowly remove the remaining toxins.
He witnessed the fight just now with his own eyes. Judging from the gray halo shown by the other party, the gray-faced Wilson must be a poison injector.
If Fatty thinks about it, no matter what kind of poison it is, aren't the methods of detoxification pretty much the same?
Moreover, even if Wilson had the antidote, how could he get it so easily? Judging from the current situation, if the spread of toxins cannot be controlled immediately, it will be too late even if there is an antidote!
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!
Fat people can be said to be "ignorant and 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 the poison administered by a poison infusion master? He is also a powerful poison injector.
For ordinary people, even if they just encounter this kind of poison, let alone cure it, their lives will be in danger.
He did it as he said. 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, forced all his energy, and focused on the beautiful woman's shoulders. Soon he saw that A small patch of gray skin with a tiny hole in the center.
right here!
The fat man opened his big 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 Siler groaned in pain. Hearing the fat man's rough voice, "Be patient, you'll be fine in a while!" Then I remembered that he just said he wanted to help him detoxify.
"Oh! No! You can't touch that wound!" Siler regained some consciousness and said to the fat man weakly.
"We've already touched each other!? What's the point of talking now? Stop talking!" the fat man complained with sweat dripping from his back. As soon as he touched the wound, a strong burning sensation came from his fingertips. But he couldn't care about it anymore. All he could think about was: "It's so hot when I touch it. How can her 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 he didn't see any movement or even a drop of poison. Seeing that the gray line on Silaire's shoulder and neck seemed to be climbing a little higher, he became more and more anxious, thinking about finding a way to suck out the toxin!
As soon as this thought came to his mind, 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 what came over at that time was the breath of life, but the breath at this time felt 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 a big deal?
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 who?!" Although the fat man was panicked, he had no choice.
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 did not feel any discomfort after the breath entered his body, and 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 from running all night are no longer so sore, and the back that was hit by the fireball is much more comfortable and relaxed. The fatigue caused by excessive concentration has disappeared, and the anxiety in my heart has also faded a lot!
These negative feelings seemed to be absorbed by the breath. They were indeed still in the body, but I didn't know where they were.
The fat man gradually felt refreshed, which was similar to the feeling when he absorbed the life energy just now! Unfortunately, this feeling didn't last long. In just two sips of tea, he felt the small opening on his finger closing.
"Weird things happen every year, but there are so many this year!" 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 agrees very much with the saying that "when the boat reaches the bridge it will be straight" and will never make it difficult for him to think about things he cannot understand.
With a soft breath, the fat man looked at Silaire's wound.
At this sight, the fat man was startled again. The skin in front of him was so delicate that it seemed to be magnified ten times. Not only that, with a little exertion, his gaze penetrated the skin and went straight into the inside. The blood vessels, tendons, and muscles were right in front of his eyes and clearly visible.
Oh my gosh! X-ray eyes!
This surprise is 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? Aren’t the streets full of walking skeletons?
The fat man quickly closed his eyes in panic, shook his head vigorously, and then slowly and cautiously opened his eyes.
Huh? ! Everything is back to normal again.
Is it an illusion? 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 Gone too.
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 at him.
The beauty's face has regained its luster. Although it is still a little pale, it is completely different from the gray before. A pair of beautiful eyes opened wide, full of disbelief.
This look of Silaire 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? Has your strength been restored?" 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 to himself, and rolled his eyes and said, "It's good to have the answer. This is a long story, so I'll tell you slowly in the future! You Just don't move for now, hurry up and recover, and don't act like you're fine. You might be able to surprise that dead man in a while!"
"You still want to continue hugging me? Isn't that inappropriate!" Siler 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.
