Looking at the fat man holding the woman in his arms, stumbling and trotting over, Wilson's previous pride was diluted for some reason, and he felt disgusted.
That fat face that looked uglier when she smiled than when she cried, her trembling body, and her indescribable despicable virtues were really unbearable.
"Ouch!" The fat man who ran up to him was in a huge panic. His strength was exhausted, his legs gave out, and he fell to the ground. The backpack he was carrying also left his body, and a bunch of weird things spilled out of it, several of which "happened" to roll to Wilson's feet.
"Hmph!" Wilson sneered with contempt on his face.
The fat man fell unexpectedly. He pushed Silaire aside and ignored her, leaving the beauty to lie limply on the ground. I was anxious to clean up the scattered items. I wanted to get up but fell down again, feeling embarrassed.
"What are you doing? Mom!" Zhuzhu, who had been held in front of Quinn, suddenly broke away and ran towards the fat man. She had been extremely anxious when she heard the fat man wanted to hand her mother over, and when she saw her mother being held by the fat man and falling down in front of Wilson but motionless, she rushed over desperately.
Old Quinn shouted "Miss! Danger!" and hurriedly followed him. He hugged Zhuzhu tightly and stared at Silaire, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, with twinkling eyes.
Wilson had no time to pay attention to Zhuzhu and Quinn at the moment. He squinted and stared at the fat man's movements.
I saw this guy was in a panic. He didn't have time to get up, so he was kicking his legs to reach a small box that fell on the ground.
Everyone has curiosity!
curiosity kills the cat!
What about the annotator? !
"What?" Wilson was curious about the fat man's weird behavior and asked subconsciously.
"Antidote!" Fatty also replied subconsciously. As soon as he finished speaking, the look of panic on his face became a bit more intense, as if he had accidentally revealed some big secret, and at the same time he reached out and desperately grabbed the small box.
"Bring it here!" The poisonous thread in Wilson's hand shot out, and he immediately wrapped the small box back.
The small box was rolled up to his eyes, and Wilson was about to grab it with his hands, but suddenly noticed something strange flashed in the fat man's panic eyes.
Recalling the messenger's comment on the fat man's "good use of tricks", he felt something in his heart, and the poisonous thread instantly stopped its return and tightened.
The small box burst open with a pop, spraying out a cloud of colorful powder, which spread all over Wilson's head and face. No matter how fast he reacted, it would be too late to open the protective barrier at this time.
Wilson suffered the loss because he didn't take the fat man seriously at all.
Although the person who sent him the message mentioned that the fat man had some tricks, as a high-level injection master, how could he care about any tricks? Moreover, the fat man's obscene pretense just now was too realistic.
In his opinion, no matter how cunning a pig is, it is still a pig after all, and it cannot escape the fate of becoming a meal.
But what if this is a pig that is not only cunning, but can also act, and is unscrupulous?
Wilson looked very happy at this time, and his colorful head and face seemed to be sprinkled with rainbow particles. If he knew what he looked like now, he might really be seeking death.
The ingredients of this powder are very complex, and the taste is even richer, including the spiciness of red pepper, the pungency of green mustard, the saltiness of white salt, the sourness of lemon, and the smell of gray bamboo shoots...
Wilson, who had been tricked by the fat man, was surrounded by all kinds of tastes and burst into tears for a while. And he soon recognized a familiar sweet fragrance among the messy smells.
It was that sweet fragrance that could corrode a big hole in his burqa, that sweet fragrance that seemed to be strongly corrosive once it encountered toxins!
What a vicious fat man!
Wilson did not dare to focus on it, for fear that the poisonous energy would cause a corrosive reaction. Just now, his skin felt a burning sensation through the burqa. Now these powders are on the skin. Once triggered, the consequences will be disastrous!
He could only hurriedly take off his coat and wipe it. For a moment, he felt as embarrassed as he wanted.
The fat man had stood up neatly at this time, but his whole body was still shaking. He had just successfully manipulated a high-level injection master, and it was impossible not to be excited.
What's more, although the first battle was successful, the best is yet to come!
The fat man took out another small box from his arms and threw it at Templera along with the half-remaining purple-red fruit.
Templeton had just seen a scene that was beyond his comprehension. Who could have imagined that the domineering and perverted high-level injection master would be so embarrassed in the blink of an eye. He is still in a state of confusion at this moment, and he is even more scrupulous about what the "unfathomable" fat man throws at him? What’s more, it’s also a small box!
He took a step back as if to avoid a bomb, letting the small box and fruit fall to the ground. He looked at the fat man like he was looking at a monster.
To the fat man, this is a look of admiration!
He put on the air of a master and said cheerfully with a smile: "Hey! I accidentally made a mistake just now! That's the spice box I use for dinner! This is the antidote! It's designed to cure the poison of these people! Remember! You need to mix the juice of the fruit with the medicinal powder in the small box to make it effective."
seasoning box! asshole! It’s actually a spice box!
"Hahaha!" Someone in the crowd laughed unbridledly.
Soon, there was a burst of snickering laughter. Including those knights and civilians who were injured or poisoned, most of them took the time to laugh twice before continuing to "Hey!"
After all, the poison on them has not been cured yet.
Ever since Wilson made his debut, everyone has been overwhelmed by his powerful momentum. His arrogant, domineering, cruel and despicable behavior made everyone, including Qiu Dun, angry and angry.
Helpless, with the huge gap in strength, everyone could only swallow their anger and dare not speak out.
But I didn't expect that this magical fat man who could act would make Wilson colorful and make everyone feel bad.
The atmosphere at the scene was weird, tense and a little funny!
Old Quinn did not laugh, but looked thoughtful when he heard the "unbridled" laughter. While he tried his best to stop Zhuzhu who was still about to pounce on Xi Laer, he looked around, as if looking for the person who laughed first.
After wiping for a long time, Wilson still couldn't open his eyes. After listening to the fat man's words, amidst the laughter of everyone, Wilson took action!
Although he didn't dare to use his attention, he started to move his fingers, intending to use the poisonous thread to kill this evil fat man first.
The poisonous threads did not respond. The feeling of being able to move freely and connect the minds for decades was gone!
Wilson's heart felt as if it had been cut out by a sharp knife, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Ruyi Poison Silk" is not a real silk thread, but a rare creature called "Tencelis".
This kind of bug is inherently poisonous, highly spiritual, and extremely difficult to tame. It must be kept in the owner's blood vessels and fed with the host's essence and blood. In the process of feeding on blood, Tencelis will cause unbearable pain to the host, and at the same time, it will leave toxins in the host's body.
Most people would shudder even if they just think about the feeling of poisonous insects wandering in their blood vessels!
Wilson got this bug in a chance encounter. After decades of painstaking efforts and enduring unimaginable suffering, he was able to train it to the point where it was "satisfactory". He has a mind connected with Tencelis worm, and 40% of his kung fu can only be used by this poisonous pet.
Just now, the fat man took advantage of everyone's attention elsewhere and kneaded half of the phylloxera fruits into the seasoning box. After that, he deliberately acted to lower Wilson's vigilance and accurately calculated every step of the opponent's reaction. The purpose was to use the special effect of the black algae fruit to destroy the "Ruyi Poison Thread" and at the same time restrict Wilson's use of the poisonous attention. .
The small box burst, and the powder containing the black algae fruit was not only sprinkled on Wilson's face, but was also covered with Ruyi poisonous threads. When Wilson was busy wiping himself, the highly poisonous tencelialus had been corroded by the black algae fruit, leaving only a pool of pungent viscous liquid!
Wilson's mouth was bleeding and his heart was bleeding.
Ignoring the pain, he forced his eyes open, roared, raised his feet and rushed towards the fat man. "Even if he can't use his concentration, he will break this fat man into pieces just by beating him!" This was the only thought in his mind at the moment.
"Hey! You actually dare to lift your feet! That's enough!" The fat man was waiting for Wilson's move.
"Hit!" As the fat man yelled, Wilson felt a pain in his foot. Amidst the sound of the amplifier bomb, a nail had already pierced his ankle.
"Fell into the trap again!" Wilson thought of the strange things that had just rolled down from the fat man's backpack to his feet.
After all, he was a master, his reaction was extremely fast, and he was frightened by Fatty's previous trick, fearing that there would be another fatal trap. At this time, he was suddenly attacked, and before he had time to think about it, his concentration was stimulated, and he had already taken off into the air.
"Ah!" Wilson screamed as soon as he took off.
"Hmph! Isn't it amazing to jump so high? Use your concentration, right? Xuan Zao Lan, burn him!" The fat man curled his lips and thought to himself.
"No!" Old Quinn, who had been staring at Silaire, suddenly shouted. A bright green halo reflected in his eyes. Silaire, who had fallen on the ground, had already stood up, focused all his attention on the black wooden cone, and threw it towards the place where Wilson was about to land.
The fat man's "hit" was the secret signal for the attack that he had agreed with Siler before.
At this point, the fat man's plan has been implemented, and he feels extremely comfortable. It depends on whether Wilson can block Silaire's blow!
According to Fatty's calculation, Wilson will definitely die this time!
Just now, when Siler launched his first attack, the destructive and violent energy shocked Fatty greatly. He was convinced that if that blow could hit Wilson, "Dead Man Ash" would definitely not be spared.
Now, Wilson has lost the poisonous threads and has been corroded by the black algae blue. His concentration must be greatly reduced. If he is nailed with a cone, will he still be immortal?
Indeed, Wilson could smell death before he even hit the ground.
The concentration he had just used had already caused the reaction of Xuan Zao Lan. Now his face was in severe pain, so he had to use more concentration to resist corrosion.
Although the face is painful, it is not fatal yet.
But Wilson never expected that Silaire would wake up and launch an attack. Judging from the momentum of the wooden cone breaking through the air, this blow was no weaker than the previous one.
He knew that the moment he landed, it might be the end of his life.
"Didn't this woman fall under my wishful poison? It's lucky that she didn't die. How could she still have the strength to attack?!" Wilson's thought flashed away. He has more important things to do now. Do.
Even if you die, you have to do it.
"Kill without mercy! Do it!" In the roar, Wilson was already on the ground.
The black wooden cone carried the force of thunder and stabbed towards him.
Suddenly, a dark blue color flashed out, condensed on the ice, and lay in front of Wilson, blocking the fatal blow for him.
The wooden cone pierced the ice fiercely, and continued to thrust forward.
The layers of solid ice cracked and finally exploded, but it also exhausted the power of the wooden cone at the last moment.
Wilson flew back with the shooting ice, then turned around and fled, leaving a trace of blood behind. His roar full of hatred echoed in the air: "What you do today will definitely be rewarded!"
"Father Quinn!" Silaire shouted and rushed over.
The ice that Quinn had just melted had broken, and a black wooden cone was nailed in the middle of his chest.
The blue light no longer flickered, and Quinn's eyes were distracted. He held his breath and stood there stubbornly, refusing to fall.
"Why did he help Wilson block the fatal blow?" Chuton, who was shocked by the sudden scene just now, saw Quinn's move and knew that the old man had hidden a lot of strength before.
Not to mention why he hides, it is just that he can turn into ice for defense immediately after dodging. This ability to control the elements is really amazing.
Quinn's face turned gray, and the light in his eyes faded a bit. He slowly took out a dark blue ring from his arms, with a pattern composed of six blood-red spikes clearly engraved on it.
Quinn looked at the ring carefully, and the expressions in his eyes were very complicated, including nostalgia, attachment, unwillingness, loneliness, sadness, and regret, as if this small ring contained the entirety of his life.
"Why?" Siler asked tremblingly.
She hesitated for a moment, then took Old Quinn's hands and slowly sent a stream of life energy over.
Zhuzhu also came nearby at this time. She said nothing, looking at Grandpa Quinn, whom she had been closest to in the past, with big tears falling, and her brown eyes were filled with grievances, sadness and confusion.
Old Quinn also looked at Zhuzhu, his eyes gradually filled with water. He frowned, closed his eyes and opened them again, but he looked behind Siler, with a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
Behind Silaire, a tall, bald old man seemed to appear out of thin air, wandering out from nowhere. He has a thin and clear face and an outstanding expression. He is wearing a green gown and a pair of hemp shoes at his feet. Just looking at this outfit, he has the demeanor of an outsider.
However, he was carrying a huge baggage on his back. He didn't know what was contained in the bulging bag, and it seemed very cumbersome and cumbersome to walk. The fat man's pocket-style backpack was not too small and was bulging, but compared with this old man's, it was a small thing compared to a big one.
The old man was holding a bamboo stick in his hand. He pulled it casually a few times and swept everyone in front of him to both sides. He walked closer, glanced at Silaire and Zhuzhu, nodded, and turned to Quinn.
Quinn looked at the old man, feeling a little agitated. He wanted to speak, but blood poured out as soon as he opened his mouth.
Seeing this scene, Zhuzhu took a step forward, nestled against Old Quinn, and cried.
With a crisp "ding" sound, Quinn popped out the ring in his hand, and the old man grabbed it in his hand.
"Blood thorn! Hmph!" The old man looked at the ring in his hand and snorted coldly, his face uncertain.
Quinn's face flushed, and the light in her eyes seemed to return some. He looked at the old man steadily, his eyes full of expectation.
"Things in the world are unpredictable! Although you and I only met once, we are still old acquaintances. I really didn't expect you to tolerate it for so many years. It must be very hard for you! Okay! Missing you has not hurt this mother and daughter. I won’t pursue your matter any further! Go with peace of mind! I will give the ring to that person!” the old man said calmly.
After saying that, he ignored Quinn, half-turned around, and began to look at the fat man beside him who had regained his innocent look, as if he was very concerned about the orange coat.
Old Quinn was relieved when he heard this, and a difficult smile appeared on his lips. The light in his eyes dimmed again, as if he was very tired and about to fall asleep.
He relied on Silaire's life energy to support him until now, but his vitality was gone and it was already the last moment.
As the old man turned around, Old Quinn's eyes also moved to Silaire.
Silaire saw old Quinn trying to keep his eyes open and looking over. His lifeless eyes were full of apology and a hint of helplessness.
She was sad in her heart and increased the transmission of life energy, but she saw Old Quinn shook his head, lowered his head and bent down with difficulty, as if bowing, and then leaned back and fell to the ground, dead.
Tears fell uncontrollably. Silaire half-knelt beside Old Quinn, hugged Zhuzhu, and began to sob. She said silently in her heart: "Dad Quinn! You don't have to blame yourself! No matter what the reason is, I believe you have a compelling reason! Thank you for taking care of you over the years! I really can't let you go!"
The atmosphere is sad and depressing.
The fat man showed off his power just now and almost killed a high-level injection master, but now he is not happy at all, and his heart is heavy.
Although he didn't deal with Old Quinn when they first met, and the facts proved his suspicions and speculations about Old Quinn, but now that he saw the old man ending miserably in this way, he felt bad in his heart.
He knew that Old Quinn was most likely Wilson's subordinate, and at least had some special connection. The last sentence that the dead man said, "Kill without mercy!" was obviously meant for Quinn. From a literal analysis, it should be that Quinn should take the opportunity to kill Silaire or Zhuzhu.
If old Quinn had really done that, the outcome would have been really hard to say. At least judging from the previous situation, Siler would go all out when taking action and would not protect himself at the same time.
Fortunately, Old Quinn did not harm the Silaire mother and daughter, but chose to protect Wilson with his life.
"Little fat man! That's right! I'm talking about you!" The bald old man shouted at the fat man.
"What little fat guy? Why am I so small?!" The fat guy was thinking about something, but was suddenly interrupted. He felt very uncomfortable and came back angrily.
The old man was not angry. He smiled, pointed at the weird things scattered on the ground and asked, "Did you do all these things?"
"Yeah! A family-heirloom craft! What's wrong?" The fat man returned angrily.
"Very good! Besides, you are pretty good at acting!" the old man continued with a joking tone.
"It's just so so! I haven't studied for a few years!" The fat man was about to continue, but suddenly it occurred to him that Old Quinn seemed to know this bald old man and seemed to respect him quite a lot. "He can't be a big shot, right?!" He thought. With this thought in mind, he stopped talking, ignored the old man, and began to pack his treasures into his backpack.
"Oh! I'm talking about you! Look what this is?!" The old man ended the conversation with the fat man without warning, took out a golden plaque from the huge baggage, turned around and threw it to Templeton.
Templeton was startled by the old man's sudden change of subject, and subconsciously grabbed the gold medal!
This is a waist badge made of pure gold, with a phoenix spreading its wings carved on it and the word "pupil" engraved on it. It is Queen Suriel's token. Seeing this object is like seeing the queen herself!
Temple was startled and turned over to kneel down, but was stopped by the old man with a wave of his hand.
The old man then issued an order unceremoniously: "Now find some comfortable cars and let's go back to the palace! Take the Tergi people with us!"
Without waiting for Dempla's response, the old man turned to Xiler again: "Xixi, don't cry now! This person is already dead, so let's take care of the living first! You save people first! Otherwise, I'm afraid some people will I can’t stand it any longer! Hurry! Come back to the palace with me when you’re done. There are still many things I want to tell you!”
The old man's "Xixi" completely frightened Xi Laer. This was her nickname, and no one except her closest relatives knew it.
Who is this old man?
When he saw the bald old man, he almost made Temple kneel down. The fat man became more and more sure of his speculation, "This old guy has a lot of background! It seems that it is better not to mess with him."
While he was thinking about it, he heard the old man say to him again: "Little fat man, you pack your things and put away the silk that turned into water just now, oh! No! It should be the water that turned into silk! Don't look at it It’s a little disgusting, but that’s good stuff!”
As the old man spoke, he grabbed an empty medicine bottle from his huge backpack and threw it to the stunned fat man!
