Looking at the fat man holding a woman in his arms, stumbling and trotting over, Wilson's previous pride was diluted for some reason, and he felt disgusted.

That fat face that looked uglier when smiling than crying, the trembling body, and the indescribable wretched virtues were really unbearable.

"Ouch!" The fat man who ran up to him was in a huge panic. He was exhausted. His legs gave out and he fell to the ground. The backpack he was carrying also left his body, and a bunch of weird things fell out of it, among which

Several items "happened" to roll at Wilson's feet.

"Huh!" Wilson sneered with contempt on his face.

The fat man fell unexpectedly. He pushed Silaire to the side and ignored it, leaving the beauty to lie softly on the ground. He was anxious to clean up the scattered items. He wanted to get up for a moment but couldn't.

Fell down, embarrassed.

"What are you doing? Mom!" Zhuzhu, who had been held in front of Quinn, suddenly broke away and ran towards the fat man. She had been extremely anxious when she heard the fat man wanted to hand over her mother before.

When my mother was hugged by the fat man and fell down in front of Wilson but did not move, she rushed over desperately.

Old Quinn shouted "Miss! Danger!" and hurriedly followed him. He hugged Zhuzhu tightly and stared at Xi Laer, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, with twinkling eyes.

Wilson had no time to pay attention to Zhuzhu and Quinn at the moment. He squinted and stared at the fat man's movements.

I saw that this guy was in a panic. He didn't have time to get up, so he just kicked his legs to reach a small box that fell on the ground.

Everyone has curiosity!

curiosity kills the cat!

Then, where is the annotator?!

"What?" Wilson was curious about the fat man's strange behavior and asked subconsciously.

"Antidote!" The fat man replied subconsciously. As soon as he finished speaking, the look of panic on his face became a little more frightened, as if he had accidentally revealed some big secret, and at the same time he stretched out his hand to grab the small box desperately.

"Bring it here!" The poisonous thread in Wilson's hand shot out, and he immediately wrapped the small box back.

The small box was rolled up to his eyes, and Wilson was about to grab it with his hands, but suddenly he noticed something strange flashed in the fat man's panic eyes.

Recalling the messenger's comment on the fat man's "good use of tricks", his heart moved, and the poisonous thread instantly stopped its return and tightened.

The small box cracked open with a pop, and a cloud of colorful powder spewed out, scattering all over Wilson's head and face. No matter how fast he reacted, it would be too late to open the protective barrier at this time.

Wilson suffered the loss because he didn't take the fat man seriously at all.

Although the person who sent him the message mentioned that the fat man had some tricks, as a high-level injection master, how could he care about any tricks? Moreover, the fat man's obscene pretense just now was too realistic.

In his opinion, no matter how cunning a pig is, it is still a pig after all, and it cannot escape the fate of becoming a meal.

But what if this is a pig that is not only cunning, but can also act, and is unscrupulous?

At this time, Wilson looked very happy, and his colorful head and face seemed to be sprinkled with rainbow particles. If he knew what he looked like now, he might really be seeking death.

The ingredients of this powder are very complex, and the taste is even richer, including the spiciness of red pepper, the pungency of green mustard, the saltiness of white salt, the sourness of lemon, and the smell of gray bamboo shoots...

Wilson, who fell for the fat man's trick, was surrounded by all kinds of smells and burst into tears for a while. But he soon recognized a familiar sweet fragrance among the messy smells.

It was that sweet fragrance that could corrode a big hole in his burqa, that sweet fragrance that seemed to be strongly corrosive once it encountered toxins!

What a vicious fat man!

Wilson did not dare to mobilize his attention, for fear that the poisonous energy would cause a corrosive reaction. Just now, his skin felt a burning sensation through the burqa. Now these powders are on the skin. Once triggered, the consequences will be disastrous!

He could only hurriedly take off his coat and wipe it. For a moment, he felt as embarrassed as he wanted.

The fat man had stood up neatly at this time, but his whole body was still shaking. He had just successfully manipulated a high-level injection master, and it was impossible not to be excited.

What's more, although the first battle was successful, the best is yet to come!

The fat man took out another small box from his arms and threw it at Templeton along with the half-remaining purple-red fruit.

Templeton had just seen a scene that was beyond his comprehension. Who could have imagined that the domineering and perverted high-level injection master would be so embarrassed in the blink of an eye. He was still in a state of confusion at this moment, and he was even more concerned about the "unfathomable"

Are you worried about what the fat man throws at you? What’s more, it’s also a small box!

He took a step back as if avoiding a bomb, letting the small box and fruit fall to the ground, looking at the fat man as if he were looking at a monster.

To the fat man, this is a look of admiration!

He put on the air of an expert and said cheerfully with a smile: "Hey! I accidentally made a mistake just now! That's the spice box I use for dinner! This is the antidote! It's designed to cure the poison of these people! Remember

Now, you need to mix the juice of the fruit with the medicinal powder in the small box to make it effective."

Spice box! Bastard! It’s actually a spice box!

"Hahaha!" Someone in the crowd laughed unbridledly.

Soon, there was a burst of snickering laughter. Including the injured and poisoned knights and common people, most of them took the time to laugh twice before continuing to "chuck!"

After all, the poison on their bodies has not been cured yet.

Ever since Wilson's appearance, everyone has been suppressed by his powerful momentum. His arrogant, domineering and vicious and despicable methods have made everyone, including Qiu Dun, angry and resentful.

Helpless, under the huge gap in strength, everyone can only swallow their anger, dare to be angry but dare not speak out.

But I didn't expect that this magical fat man who could act would make Wilson look colorful and make everyone feel bad.

The atmosphere at the scene was weird, tense and a little funny!

Old Quinn did not laugh, but instead showed a thoughtful look when he heard the "unbridled" laughter. While he tried his best to stop Zhuzhu who was still about to pounce on Xi Laer, he looked around, as if looking for the one who would laugh first.

people.

After wiping for a long time, Wilson still couldn't open his eyes. After listening to the fat man's words, amidst the laughter of everyone, Wilson took action!

Although he didn't dare to use his attention, he started to move his fingers, intending to use the poisonous thread to kill this evil fat man first.

The poisonous threads did not respond. The feeling of being able to move freely and connect the minds for decades was gone!

Wilson's heart felt as if it had been cut out with a sharp knife, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Ruyi Poison Silk" is not a real silk thread, but a rare creature called "Tencelis".

This kind of bug is naturally highly poisonous, highly spiritual, and extremely difficult to tame. It must be kept in the blood vessel of the owner and fed with the host's essence and blood. In the process of feeding on blood, Tencelialus will bring unbearable consequences to the host.

It is painful and also leaves toxins in the body of the owner.

Most people would shudder even if they just think about the feeling of poisonous insects wandering in their blood vessels!

Wilson got this insect in a chance encounter. After decades of hard work and enduring unimaginable suffering, he was able to train it to the point of "satisfaction."

It depends on this poisonous pet to use it.

Just now, the fat man took advantage of everyone's attention elsewhere and kneaded half of the psyllium fruits into the seasoning box. After that, he deliberately pretended to lower Wilson's alertness and calculated every step of the other party's reaction.

The purpose is to destroy the "Ruyi Poisonous Silk" with the special effects of the Hydrangea fruit, and at the same time restrict Wilson's use of the toxin-containing attention.

The small box burst, and the powder containing the fruit of the Mystica was not only sprinkled on Wilson's face, but also covered with Ruyi poisonous threads. When Wilson was busy wiping himself, the highly toxic tencelial worms had been absorbed by the Mystica.

The fruit has corroded until only a puddle of pungent-smelling viscous liquid remains!

Wilson's mouth was bleeding and his heart was bleeding.

Ignoring the pain, he forced his eyes open, roared, raised his feet and rushed towards the fat man. "Even if I can't use my concentration, I will break this fat man into pieces just by beating him!" This was the only thing in his mind at the moment.

idea.

"Hey! You dare to lift your feet! That's enough!" The fat man was waiting for Wilson's move.

"Hit!" As the fat man yelled, Wilson felt a pain in his foot. Amidst the sound of the bomb blast, a nail had already pierced his ankle.

"Fell into the trap again!" Wilson thought of the strange things that had just rolled down from the fat man's backpack to his feet.

After all, he was a master, his reaction was extremely fast, and he was frightened by the fat man's previous trick, fearing that there would be another fatal trap. At this time, he was suddenly attacked, and before he had time to think about it, his concentration was stimulated, and he had already jumped into the air.

"Ah!" Wilson screamed as soon as he took off.

"Hmph! Isn't it amazing to jump so high? Use your concentration, right? Xuan Zao Lan, burn him!" The fat man curled his lips and thought to himself.

"No!" Old Quinn, who had been staring at Silaire, suddenly shouted. A bright green halo was reflected in his eyes. Silaire, who had fallen on the ground, had already stood up and focused all his attention there.

On top of the black wooden cone, he threw it towards the place where Wilson was about to land.

The fat man's "hit" was the secret signal for the attack that he had agreed with Siler before.

At this point, the fat man's plan has been completed, and he feels extremely comfortable. It depends on whether Wilson can block Silaire's blow!

According to Fatty's calculation, Wilson will definitely die this time!

Just now, when Siler launched his first attack, the destructive and violent energy shocked Fatty greatly. He was convinced that if that blow could hit Wilson, "Dead Man Ash" would definitely not be spared.

Now, Wilson has lost the poisonous threads and has been corroded by the black algae blue. His concentration will definitely be greatly reduced. If he is nailed with a cone, will he still be immortal?

Indeed, Wilson could already smell the smell of death before he even landed.

The concentration he just used has already caused the reaction of Xuanzaolan. Now his face is in excruciating pain, so he has to use more concentration to resist corrosion.

Although the face is painful, it is not fatal yet.

But Wilson never expected that Silaire would wake up and launch an attack. Judging from the momentum of the wooden cone breaking through the air, this blow was no weaker than the previous stab.

He knew that the moment he landed, it might be the end of his life.

"Didn't this woman fall under my wishful poison? It's lucky that she didn't die. How could she still have the strength to attack?!" Wilson's thought passed away in a flash. He had more important things to do now.

Do.
To be continued...