.

When it comes to seafood, you must ensure that the ingredients are alive until the last moment before putting them in the pot.

That will make it fresh and sweet.

Death early will cause suffering.

The longer you die, the more bitter it becomes.

I don’t know if the little things in the cave understand this rule and treat the human body as precious and delicious seafood.

He, she, they did not kill Ren Ruanruan at the first time.

Wang Wen casually kicked away a group of small things and went to the stone slab to confirm that she was just in a very deep coma.

All other vital signs are normal.

This shocked him very much.

As a drug-making master, he knows deeply that poison dizziness and poison death are often only a margin.

How to control the extremely subtle distinction between the two requires a high level of attainment.

He himself could poison the little bat in the four square array.

But the degree of coma cannot be touched too much.

If you touch too much, you will wake up.

He wouldn't dare to do it any deeper, and it would be easy to poison the little bat directly.

Like Ren Ruanruan in front of me, she was transported from the ground to the cave for a long distance, and even was stripped naked and touched all over her body without waking up.

He asked himself that he couldn't do it at his current level.

He looked up at the two fighting masters who were in front of him and kicked the little thing out of the hole one by one as a football.

Wang Wen nodded with peace of mind and sat down beside the stone slab.

Looking through Ren Ruanruan's body and trying to find the wound, I soon saw a small piece of purple and black on my ankle.

He frowned.

Calculate the distance from the ankle to the heart and mouth and even the brain.

An incredible feeling surged in my heart.

How toxic is it to make people unable to even call for help within such a long distance?

And with such a strong toxicity, how can we ensure that we only fall into a coma and do not die?

The more Wang Wen thought about it, the more he felt cold and sweaty his forehead.

For the first time, he took out the rubber gloves carefully and put them on, and drank them with some kind of powder with healthy water.

After thinking about it, I put a strangely shaped leaf between the tongue, and then I reached out to touch the wound on the soft ankle.

Use a fine needle to pick the skin and stick some blood.

I laid a white cloth on my hand, poured five kinds of medicinal powders, and gently put the needles stained with blood on a small pinch of powder.

The powder quickly smudged a purple-black piece from where it comes into contact with the blood.

It seems powerless to resist.

Seeing this situation, Wang Wen frowned deeper and deeper, and used four fine needles to dip the blood to test all the remaining powder in one breath.

The whole audience was purple and black.

completely annihilated.

He looked at Baibu and fell into deep thought.

Mo Ran, who was kicking the little things in front of him, screaming, turned around and walked to Ren Ruanruan, took out a bottle of healthy water and took a big mouthful, then sprayed it all on her face.

This action.

Not only was Wang Wen shocked.

Even the little things running around in the hole to avoid kicking were shocked.

They stared blankly at the stars and water vapor that were still floating beside their soft heads, and their little eyes did not blink.

The "creaking" sound inside and outside the cave suddenly disappeared.

Zhu Xingguo turned around in confusion.

Wang Wen helped protecting the medicine powder and said to Mo Ran: "The poisoning is too deep, it is useless for you to do this."

"As long as you can recover a little bit of your mind, you can report it out of the tower!" Mo Ran was unwilling to give up, and actually called the Diliuliu aircraft, took out a large box of healthy water, picked up two bottles and opened it at Ren Ruolin's face and poured it down directly.

Wang Wen had no choice but to hold his forehead and sighed: "Why have you prepared so much?"

Mo Ran hummed while humming: "Can you not be nice to yourself after making so much money? I use this as drinking water. There are nine boxes in the storage, do you want to sell it for you at a cheap price of 10,000 yuan?"

"I thank you. Ten thousand yuan per bottle is really cheap. Fortunately, I have it myself."

While talking.

The water falling from the height was like a crystal clear waterfall, rushing on Ren's soft face, wafting away the charcoal ash and revealing its white skin.

After pouring two bottles, there was no response.

Wang Wen took out clean clothes from her backpack and covered her body, then wiped her mouth and nose with a clean cloth, and complained: "Be careful not to choke to death."

"Do you have common sense?" Mo Ran became popular. He was just about to find an aircraft to find a company to use advanced props to force people to wake them up.

But I heard a heart-wrenching "squeak" suddenly sounded at the entrance of the cave.

That long "squeak" sounded for nearly ten seconds.

Hoarse and continuous.

It is like a cuckoo crying blood, or like a lonely bird singing forever.

Even if the language is not clear, it will not prevent the several tower climbers in the cave from hearing the sadness and desolation that cannot be concealed from the sound.

Wang Wen and the other two saw it in shock.

The little things that were originally running around in the cave.

After this long "squeak", they all fell down.

Neat movements.

Consistent direction.

All the little heads kept knocking towards the stone slab.

To be precise, he knocked at Mo Ran, who was holding two empty bottles in his hand.

Looking out of the cave, all the strange shapes that came to participate in the battle were also crawling all over the ground.

It's dense and neat.

Even the little things that were originally kicked off and rolled back and forth after landing, seemed to have forgotten the pain, and tried hard to get up and lie down in the same direction, vomiting blood and kowtowing.

Looking around, such a piety that is almost the same frequency can arouse a sense of sacredness like worship.

Zhu Xingguo stopped.

His tower layer was not high enough, and he couldn't rest assured to continue attacking the enemy who was crawling on the ground and constantly kowtowing.

The Moran Tower layer is tall enough.

But he is the target of many "firepower" siege.

That kind of piety, as if the thick glue had tightly stuck his body, making it difficult to move.

The only sober Wang Wen stood up.

Walk to the entrance of the cave.

He saw an old man who was also a small man in the group of monsters crawling in a group of relatively strong people, almost as big as a basketball, slowly separated the black "tide" and walked to him.

The old guy held a wooden stick as long as a toothpick in his hand, pointing to the hole and chatting for a long time.

The all-round tower climber is proficient in multiple languages.

Wang Wen listened carefully for a long time, took out a bottle of healthy water and said a few words to the old guy.

The little old thing called another long "squeak" that lasted for several seconds.

The many bodies crawling around him fell and began to knock in the direction of Wang Wen.

Mo Ran asked Zhu Xingguo to be optimistic about Ren Ruanruan, walked to Wang Wen, looked at his smooth communication with the other side, widened his eyes and asked, "You can understand this kind of ghost pronunciation?"

Wang Wen looked back at him and smiled disdainfully, "I don't understand."

Mo Ran covered his heart and wanted to swear.

After holding it for a while, he slapped himself hard, and his emotions stabilized a little, and continued to ask: "What are you doing now? What have these monsters said?"

Wang Wen looked back at him again.

He raised the healthy water in his hand and shook it.
Chapter completed!