Wang Dachun wasn't bragging, he was interested in the venom in the bottle of Ghost Hand Poison King.
If the Golden Silkworm absorbs them all, will it evolve even more powerfully?
The Ghost Hand Poison King stumbled, letting himself surrender to you for 10 million, and then gave you hundreds of thousands of venom, how could it be possible!
Then wouldn’t I be at a disadvantage to my grandma’s house?
But inject five milliliters of venom at a time?
He has never played this before!
Why do I feel a little panicked?
Seeing that the Ghost Hand Poison King had not made any move yet, Wang Dachun urged, "Pay attention!"
The fat man took over, "Cum!"
Zhong Jiaguo: "Note!"
Sun Wuji: "Shoot!"
The Ghost Hand Poison King immediately has black lines all over his head, I will shoot you in the face.
"Pfft... Hahahaha, I'm laughing so hard, cum!"
"Fairy Haha Xi, sooner or later I will die laughing in your live broadcast room."
"Haha, I'm going to buy a few bottles of tendon-breaking ointment first to calm down the panic."
"I don't accept anyone but the little miracle doctor. He injected so much venom and I'm still fine now."
"That's right, I won't even help Fairy Xi when she falls, so I'll take care of the little miracle doctor!"
Li Ruoxi's backend orders are still rising.
The Ghost Hand Poison King gritted his teeth and finally filled the needle tube and injected it into his body.
There is no turning back when the bow is fired. Now there is no way out. It depends on who is physically stronger and who can carry poison better.
Without any hesitation, Wang Dachun took another syringe of venom and injected it into his body. The corners of the Ghost Hand Poison King's mouth twitched.
"Death! Die! Poison this little beast like Wang Dachun!" Zhou Jun put his hands on his hips in the dark, wishing he could inject Wang Dachun with venom himself.
The Ghost Hand Poison King suddenly waved his hand, "Wait, let me check if your arm is a prosthetic limb?"
It must be a prosthetic limb, otherwise how could this guy be so unhesitating?
That's venom, not glucose!
Wang Dachun's face darkened. What a prosthetic limb. Have you ever seen such a lifelike prosthetic limb?
He simply took off his shirt and said, "Is it a prosthetic limb? If you don't dare to play, just give up and return to Poison King. I think you are more like a coward."
I go! It's really a real arm. How unscientific is this? !
The Ghost Hand Poison King is already a little over the top. He has never tried such a large dose.
Wang Dachun put on his clothes, "Why don't I feel anything at all? I suspect your venom is fake, or it has failed."
The Ghost Hand Poison King glared, "How is that possible! You saw that little white mouse just now, how could it be fake."
To actually say that his poison is fake is the biggest insult to himself, the king of poison.
The fat man poked the white mouse with his hand, "The body is hard, it must not be fake!"
Wang Dachun waved his hand, "Stop talking so much, hurry up and get the injection. I'm still waiting to go back and hug the little fairy to sleep!"
The fat man was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, "Shoot!"
Ghost Hand Poison King: "..."
Shoot your sister!
The Ghost Hand Poison King felt a little dizzy. He knew that he was almost reaching his limit, so he quickly took out an antidote pill and swallowed it.
The fat man grinned, "I'll go! What the hell are you eating? It's for detoxification. You're cheating!"
Wang Dachun waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, let him eat it! Poison King, I advise you, if it doesn't work, just admit defeat, or you will risk your life!"
The Ghost Hand Poison King snorted coldly, "You don't need to remind me, kid, let's see who is not good at it!"
After speaking, he gritted his teeth and injected himself another five milliliters.
"I'll go! These two are amazing! They must have injected a total of more than ten milliliters of venom!"
"Niupiclaas!"
"Look, let's see who falls first!"
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The Ghost Hand Poison King's face gradually turned pale. Although he had just taken the detoxification pill, the detoxification pill was not a panacea and could only provide some relief.
The most important thing is to rely on his own body to carry it.
The fat man looked at the Ghost Hand Poison King's expression and said with a chuckle: "Hey, what if it doesn't work anymore? Why don't you call yourself the Poison King? You can't do it so soon? I'm so ashamed for you!"
"you……"
Without saying a word, Wang Dachun started to take the needle and tube and started to draw out the venom. While drawing, he said: "Oh, the syringe is a bit small, it's too troublesome. It would be better if it was 50 ml."
The Ghost Hand Poison King fell down instantly. Can you please stop being so showy and give me back fifty milliliters? Why don't you go to heaven?
The resentment of the Ghost Hand Poison King was rising steadily. If eyes could kill, Wang Dachun would have been riddled with holes and dismembered.
Soon, Wang Dachun injected himself with another injection of venom. The Ghost Hand Poison King grinned and roared crazily in his heart, "Pour it! Pour it for me!"
Then, the ideal was very full and the reality was very skinny. Wang Dachun stretched his waist and smiled cheaply, "Oh, this venom is too weak. It is better to drink. At least you can get drunk after drinking so much wine."
"Pfft... Hahaha, the little miracle doctor deserves a beating, but I like it!"
"Look at Poison King's face, it's as black as the ashes on the bottom of a pot. I'm laughing so hard!"
"Wonderful, simply wonderful. It's a pity that I wasn't there."
The Ghost Hand Poison King almost spat out a mouthful of old blood when he heard this, God, why don't you drink, why are you so mean!
The Ghost Hand Poison King tremblingly injected himself into a tube. Now his vision began to blur when he saw people, and double images appeared. This was an extremely dangerous thing.
This shows that he has really reached his limit.
Next, Wang Dachun made a shocking move. He pulled out an oversized syringe from nowhere.
"I thought about it and decided to use a large 50 ml syringe, so that if I get 5 ml and 5 ml, I can complete the injection in the year of the monkey."
Everyone looked at the oversized syringe and collectively fell down. Damn, are you serious?
He actually took out a 50ml syringe. This was venom, not salt water! Grass!
thump!
The Ghost Hand Poison King sat down on the ground. He pointed at Wang Dachun and said, "You...you are serious!"
"Nonsense, if you don't come here, you think I'm just kidding!"
After saying that, he filled up the big syringe, and half of the bottle of venom was missing.
Wang Dachun laughed loudly, "The big needle is still exciting! Old man, come on, let's have a game to determine the winner!"
After speaking, he did not hesitate to inject fifty milliliters of venom into his body.
Then, he filled the syringe again and handed it to the Ghost Hand Poison King, "It's your turn!"
At this time, the bottle of venom has reached its bottom.
Zhou Jun kept jumping in the dark, "Die! I don't think you're going to die now, you little beast!"
"puff!"
The Ghost Hand Poison King opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of old blood, "You...I...I give up!"
After saying that, he tilted his neck and passed out. He didn't know whether he was poisoned or angry.
Wang Dachun grinned, "I'll go, this won't work, you Poison King are fake, right?"
After saying that, without saying a word, he injected the last fifty milliliters of venom in the needle tube into his body again.
Everyone: "..."
