Chapter 512 (1/2)

Fangs wanted to go very much, but he kept smiling at vanity. He didn't move a step and didn't even say a word. He muttered again in his heart.

Did he pretend to be bluffing himself?

His eyes lit up with such thoughts.

Moreover, the idea could no longer be suppressed. It was like a fire burning in his chest, burning the blood of his whole body to boiling.

Especially the greed in his heart led the already raging fire to his mind, which made his head swell and his eyes red in an instant.

There was an idea in his heart. As long as he killed the waste, everything he had would be his own. Moreover, he would master the secret of how he could resist the drunkenness of immortals, and perhaps he could refine more powerful poisons with him.

Therefore, the idea of escaping and saving his life was entangled with greed and tortured him severely.

Since ancient times, people have died for money and birds have died for food, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Fangs could not escape the greed in his heart, so he finally gave up the idea of running away immediately and secretly decided to try first. If things failed, he ran away immediately.

So he bit his yellow teeth and stepped lightly, but he finally took a step towards idleness.

The hands that had been hidden in the long sleeves also quietly stretched out at the moment, flicked their fingertips, and a black fog shot into the waste.

This black fog is a highly poisonous thing prepared by him. Once he is poisoned, he will bleed from his seven orifices in a moment, and his bones and flesh will turn into blood and die.

And the antidote, even himself, did not exist at all.

So, this is his mace.

However, he did not use the highly toxic rotten bone powder prepared by him before. It was because the poison had a faint fishy smell. He was afraid to expose his horse's feet, so he used the immortal drunk that he regarded as a treasure.

But the immortal was drunk and didn't make any contribution, so he had to take out this rotten bone powder that even he was afraid of.

The black fog is blowing, and the fishy wind comes early. You don't have to look at it in vain. The black fog that can emit such a smell must be very toxic. He wants to hide. Although both the wooden fish hammer relic and the dark energy in his body are very strong and have strong immunity to poison, he still doesn't want to provoke poison out of instinct.

God knows, since this thing can be taken out by poisonous teeth and used on yourself, its toxicity must be extraordinary!

It's still a question whether you can resist it or not.

Although he also felt that his relic and that dark energy were strong perverts, and the ox fork didn't explain it, it was the first time after all, especially when he met such a big expert playing poison. He really didn't have confidence.

In particular, he is now poisoned and has not been completely untied.

However, although after some delay, he has suppressed the immortal intoxication and can barely speak, his body still can't move, because he is wrapping up the toxicity of the immortal intoxication and leaving it for the future to slowly absorb the dark energy.

Therefore, he could only resist the black fog.

Since you want to fight hard, it's better to force again and really scare this fangs!

Therefore, with a slight pick on the tip of his eyebrows, he didn't look at the wisp of rotten bones. He smiled faintly and despised incomparably.

More disdainful from the teeth, he squeezed out a sneer: ”Hey, hey, I sent a tonic to the Buddha. You are really filial. In that case, of course I want to enjoy it!”

While he was talking, the black fog had shot at him.