Even so, the orc with a tough life still did not die...

The gelatinous substance on the outer layer of his body was subjected to most of the attacks. Even if two poisonous fangs penetrated into his body, they were stubbornly resisted by the powerful immune system.

A gap slowly appeared in the deep-colored sea of ​​plants. A pair of gloomy eyes looked at Rick who was running towards "Devil's Honey" and a cold smile flashed: "How can you take advantage of that?!"

As a representative of the younger generation of the Edward family, the young man has a transcendent status and has been raised by applause and praise since childhood. He has a proud blood in his bones, and even his breathing exudes the foundation of a big family.

As early as a week ago, the family discovered the trace of this "Devil Honey Wine". As a generation of plant wizards, the Edward family has a unique secret method to find precious plants.

With this secret method, the Edward family occupied almost the production and harvest of all the precious plants around Tongban City.

As a wizard who has just been promoted to the first level, Edward Borg has the capital of pride. He is only twenty years old, like a shining star, shining on his ordinary qualifications around him.

Looking up, respect, envy, these emotions are like eating and drinking water every day, blending into Borg's body.

These emotions fermented in Borg's body, fostering him into a proud and complacent surname.

He couldn't be disappointed. When his peers were still working hard to climb the apprentice, he had already been promoted to the first level, far ahead of his peers.

The envy, admiration, and amazement that kept pouring into the body was soaked in Borg like water, making him arrogant and arrogant.

The price was that the uncle died tragically, and Borg himself was seriously injured by a sneak attack.

The family's care and training stimulated Borg's potential, but he did not teach him how to avoid hidden arrows, nor did he understand the important surname that was calm in the face of the battle.

Pingyuli's experience is like a joke in the ears of the genius Borg. Be careful when facing some wild animals? Is Mr. Borg a tenant with his trouser legs rolled up?

Until his right arm was broken and his shoulders were as high as steamed buns, the genius was still unwilling to admit his mistakes.

Looking at the figure dressed as a hunter approaching the plant, Borg felt a liquid called "vicious" gradually brewing in his heart.

As long as he is willing, he can save that person's life. The other party has no idea what he is facing. As long as any piece of his skin touches the poisonous "devil honey wine", the crazy spasm of his muscles in an instant can squeeze his blood vessels!

The gap between the plants slowly expanded, and the slender eyes narrowed slightly, and the facial muscles were hooked on the corners of their eyes, making the handsome face become ferocious and vicious.

"It's soon, it's soon!"

The excitement made Borg's voice tremble slightly, and something seemed to be blocking in his throat, which made him feel like he was urged to shout.

The white knuckles pressed against the inner wall of the plant with a strong sense of coldness and hardness from the fingertips, but they could not stop the excitement that splashed out from Borg's body. He was like a perverted maniac who peeped at his sister-in-law's bathing. The ethics and morals of the bound maniac were all dyed black by malice and curse.

His lips, which were somewhat white due to his serious injury, were bitten by his teeth, and the darkness flowing in his blood made him feel an unspeakable trembling feeling.

As we approached, the man became closer and closer to "devil honey wine"!!

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With his lips tightly pursed, Rick's low and depressing panting brought little vitality in his body.

It seemed that he had lost consciousness below his ankles, but his legs were still driving the mechanical forward. His arms were swinging stiffly, and his face muscles were like frozen meat in an ice cellar, maintaining a kind of hardness.

The lens in the eye socket moved with difficulty. In the relaxed view, a strange plant appeared in front of you.

The vigorous and white branches are like a knotted and twisted arm. The pure black leaves are rolled together and tied to each other's tail, just like the palm of the imaginary support.

In the slightly inwardly sinking palm, a slippery and rolling water droplet is emitting a pleasant fragrance.

The color of the water droplets is transparent and clear, forming a strong visual contrast with the dark and gray surroundings.

Around this plant, the ice layer is like an oil painting with color stripped off, full of dead paleness and coldness.

It seemed as if a creature was approaching him, and the leaves that were like palms swung gently, facing Rick.

After observing for a moment, "Devil Honey Wine" seemed not very satisfied with the approaching human. The five pure black leaves were curled violently, just like a human clenched his fists, protecting the water droplet in his palm.

At the same time, the curled leaves rub against each other, making a sharp and harsh "squeaking" sound.

The ice snake in the frenzy suddenly stopped!

The severe pain still exists, but the ice snake is like a vegetable that suddenly regains consciousness. It no longer attacks the surroundings wildly, but turns the remaining golden vertical pupils towards the direction of the plant.

Anger was like an erupting volcano, instantly shattering the ice snake's newly recovered rationality, the beast's surname completely controlled its body, and rushed towards the human who dared to touch its treasures.

Looking at the ice snake that was pounced on him, Rick only made two moves.

The body fell horizontally, and the thigh muscles drove the right foot, kicking the plant hard!

He grabbed the plant and threw it out hard. The location happened to be the location of the human young man.

Borg looked at the human movements and his heart pounded violently. His eyes were slightly protruding from his eye sockets due to shock, and the cervical tendons on his neck twisted together, just like a patient with a syndrome, almost suffocating himself: "No... it's impossible, it must be a coincidence!!"

The ice snake chased the thrown plants like crazy, and a large piece of noodles leaked out of the wound on the abdomen, making a clear mark on the ground.

Facing the ice snake, Borg was unmoved, his round and convex eyes stared at the human's next move.

The ice snake was led away by the plant. The human breathed a sigh of relief, took out a short sword calmly, and stabbed it hard on the ice layer around the plant.

"Touch! Touch!..."

Every time he chiseled, Borg's face muscles would twitch. His eye sockets could not bear the resentment in his eyes and a slender hole was cracked.

The white knuckles were buckled against the inner wall like a hook. The hands were frantically pressing off their nails, and blood flowed out of hatred.

Borg hates it!!

The family is not short of this precious plant, but the peaches picked by a mountain hunter was a humiliation that Borg could not erase in his life.

Resentment bites Borg's heart like a poisonous snake, causing it to spasm unnaturally. The surging plasma all has a stench of resentment.

The hunter calmly dug out the rhizomes of "Devil Honey Wine", patted off the ice dust and frost particles on it, opened his mouth and bit it.

The effect is slightly inferior to that water droplet, but there are no toxic side effects.

The plump and elastic round vertical rhizomes are like a very tough cowhide band. They are only the size of a palm, and they are unpalatable to the teeth. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!