But when it entered the stomach bag and turned into a cool and poured into the brain, Rick rarely showed a touch of comfort.

The coolness turns into sliver of clouds, quickly filling the cracks and enriching the brain.

The head is like eating cold mint, cool and transparent.

"It's impossible!!"

The hoarse and dry voice was like seeing the enemy who killed his father. Two pairs of infrared bulges looked at Rick resentfully through the large green vegetation.

"boom"

The ice snake's body lost its mind and hit the plant barrier. It was so strong that the neck muscles could not withstand the violent backlash and were squeezed into a twisted strip like a twist.

The scales on the head arched from the inside, revealing the frosty and white folded skin below. The hedgehog orcs hanging on the two poisonous fangs had long been crushed to pieces by huge pressure, like a performance art painting, tightly attached to the forehead of the ice snake.

The heavy impact made the ice snake dizzy and also stopped its madness. The single-eyed golden vertical pupils kept shaking with their heads. The anxiety and tension burst out from their pupils were like the old monk who had been widowed for many years saw the luo girl.

The golden pupils shrank hard, and it found the treasure!

A plant with snow-white branches and dark leaves was sandwiched between two vines, wriggling strangely.

The snake necked and rushed out like lightning. The wide and long jaw bones bite it violently, swallowing the plant in one bite.

Then nothing happened.

The ice snake was like eating expired rat poison. Before the smell came, the body began to spasm and twitch violently.

The round vertical muscles like small motors frantically squeezed the internal organs that should have been protected by them. The connective tissue connected to the scales on the surface of the skin also twisted. The scales were like being pulled by countless big hands, twisting and twisting together, and even large pieces of Mars were drawn.

This strange scene lasted less than half a minute, and the ice snake began to vomit violently. Large pieces of hot sausage-like internal organs were frantically squeezed out of the esophagus by their muscles. Even the esophagus itself was squeezed out by wrinkles like bean skins.

Halfway through the retreatment, the ice snake's remaining pupils lost its luster of life. But the muscles were still moving wildly, and the corpse of the ice snake that had lost its body temperature was twisted into various angles.

The ice snake was left with only a pile of rotten meat and twisting. Mr. Borg, who was hiding in the sea of ​​plants, seemed to be tortured by poison, and his red eyes were almost squeezed through his eyes.

"Damn mud legs!!"

This sentence squeezed out from the gap of teeth almost ignited the resentful blood in Borg's body.

The ice snake and the hedgehog orc were all destroyed. Will Mr. Borg still watch a mud-legged get what should be his own?

"Swoosh!swoosh!swoosh!"

The plants suddenly grew large areas of sharp hard substances, and the rapidly bulging green capsules exploded one after another. The hard substances shot out, the target of which was the mud leg.

Borg had his eyes wide open, and he could almost imagine the beautiful scene of this mud leg being shot through by a hard object. Thinking of this, the resentful blood in Borg's body boiled like boiling water.

The scalp was numb and the hairs were shaking excitedly

The hard spike pierced into the body, and the man flew out like a broken sack.

"Plop!"

This wonderful sound made Borg tremble like electricity, his eyes turned white, and even a little water leaked from the corners of his mouth. At this time, Borg was like a sick murderer. After erasing the water from the corners of his mouth, Borg closed his two raised lips again, exposing his gums was not what a big man should do.

The plants were surging in a row, and they gave way to Borg like living things.

Regaining her elegance, Borg drooped her palms and gently caressed the plants, bursts of joy and excitement, allowing the tyranny in Borg to gradually cool down.

The facial features returned to their original position, and the distorted expression seemed to have never appeared before, and there was no trace of it.

With a gentle pace, Bog stretched out his eye socket muscles, slightly adjusted his facial features, revealing a hint of compassion.

“There is not that easy to take advantage of.”

The smile hidden after the killing was filled with a bit of the mercy of the winner. This cheap expression only flashed slightly on Borg's face, and was replaced by an undepressed tooth-smile smile.

"Hahaha, you mud-legged, dare to steal my stuff?!!"

Borg's somewhat crazy voice echoed in the ice cave, and the ice ground reflected his twisted face!

Borg, who was cursing and venting, did not notice that the 'corpse' that fell beside the ice wall moved his fingers slightly.

Rick's ears were twisted and crazy cursing and talking to himself, and many parts of his body were penetrated by the sharp hard objects. Fortunately, only a little remaining earth-based witch power played a role, and a thin layer of stone skin protected Rick's internal organs. But his limbs were not taken care of and could only let those sharp hard objects pass through.

Rick, who woke up, did not move immediately. He bent his index finger and thumb, rubbed it gently, and condensed a very subtle golden vein, piercing into the depths of the ice, and connecting it with the earth in a difficult manner.

The body was empty and the other party was as crazy and distorted as a mad dog. Rick had to gain self-protection first.

The repeated footsteps of the ice were tapping on the ice and talking to himself nervously, like a psychopath who did not take medicine on time, Mr. Borg cried and laughed, venting the pressure and helplessness he had just been under Rick's "corpse".

To him, pride and conceit were like marrow fluid in his bones, and the blood produced was equally arrogant and rude.

But facing the sudden sneak attack of a hedgehog orc, his reaction was like a little girl robbed of candy. Apart from not covering her face and crying, he could only watch his uncle get rid of his neck and trachea.

The claws hooked the trachea and pulled it as simple as breaking a rubber band. The tight curve of the cyan trachea made Borg unable to breathe at all, splashing the plasma blood on his face, and turned the usual practice reaction into a joke.

The tough green trachea drilled back into the chest cavity, revealing only a soft and soft gap, as if it had no elasticity. From above, you can also see the smooth and wet inner wall of the trachea.

My uncle opened his eyes wide, and the trachea exposed outside his neck was driven by the contracted alveoli in vain, like a deflated balloon that was penetrated with air, weak and helpless.

Borg felt that he should do something at this time. But like a teenager who caused trouble, Borg avoided his uncle's gaze that was asking for help, and he ran away!

The pride and conceit of the past were sucked on the face like willow branches. But my legs were like clockwork, and I couldn't stop.

Fear clenched the heart of Mr. Borg, and the alveoli were squeezed hard by a pair of invisible big hands like a balloon. This is not a drill, nor is it a family confrontation. This is a bloody reality, it will hurt and die! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site) and reward. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!