"It seems that the coalition forces on behalf of Junchoi are not monolithic. A few small Araceae made them dreadful." Bai Poison's understanding of Dai Junchoi is mostly based on Yanhong's narrative along the way, even though Yanhong depicts Feng as A saint who is omnipotent, in fact, Hundred Poisons still doesn't care about it. How much power can a young man under thirty have? If it weren't for his master's prestige, I am afraid that the rivers and lakes would never know this name. The surprise attack last night confirmed their own thoughts. A few small Araceae made them so nervous. If they use a very good method, will they not destroy the coalition forces
Thinking about it, the Hundred Poison Envoy is still an old man, who can despise the enemy strategically, and must pay attention to the enemy tactically. The task of herself and Yanhong is to disrupt the rhythm of Daijunchie and wait for the opportunity to kill the enemy. To achieve this goal, we still have to discuss with the woman before we can continue the next step.
It was already evening when the Hundred Poison Envoy found Yanhong, holding a small branch in her hand, she was carelessly fiddled with something in front of her, kneeling on one knee, not caring about the contamination of her red dress. After removing the dew and mud, watching the little guy in front of him spin back and forth, he just couldn't get out of the circle he drew. A smile hung from the corners of Yan Hong's eyes, and the setting sun stained her cheeks, making her beautiful for a while.
"Hey. This crazy woman." Hundred Poison Envoy did not want to appreciate the beautiful blush. He stood ten meters away and shouted at his colleagues from a distance: "I said, you are sure of your pets. Are you still under your control?" As he spoke, he took out the poison-preventing pill he had painstakingly refined and held it in his hand, before moving forward carefully a few steps.
"Cut, you are so timid, it's the poisonous messenger of our destiny." Yan Hong didn't take it seriously, swept the wooden stick on the ground, destroyed the circle she had drawn, and looked at the person in front of him. The little guys disappeared into the grass one by one. "Go, my little cuties." The little cutie in her mouth is not a cat or puppy, but a formation of twelve baboon king spiders. God knows how this burrowing spider grows in South America. I got it, anyway, the Hundred Poison Envoy knew that if he was bitten by this guy, even he would have to lose his life.
The baboon king spider, which is born in southern Africa, is also called the baboon spider (African hairy spiders are very fierce, just like baboons, so the local Africans call the hairy spiders baboon spiders). Reach 25 years old. This is already much longer than many mammals. Because of their huge size, they have given up the habit of weaving nets for survival, and instead spend most of their lives near their own nests, usually burrowing underground. Usually their fat body is 5 inches long and covered with orange hair. Male baboon spiders can reach up to 8 inches in length with feet, while females are longer.
Hugeness is not the reason why these hairy spiders are terrible. The whole body of these spiders are weapons, and their body surface is covered with a thin layer of hair. When these spiders are frightened, they will rub their abdomen vigorously and let the hair splash in the air. Here, these fine hairs being blown into the eyes can cause short-term blindness and redness, and it is more troublesome to enter the respiratory tract. Laryngeal edema and breathing difficulties can cause major troubles. What's more frightening is their toxins. The toxin secreted by a baboon king spider can kill an adult in one hour, and it is almost impossible to detoxify it quickly without anti-toxin serum. The venom of the baboon king spider attacks the nervous system, which is a bit similar to the nerve snake venom, but the snake venom serum has almost been developed, and the spider serum is still blank in the academic world.
If the indigenous people of Africa are unfortunately bitten by these cruel guys, if they are hands and feet, they can only cut off their wrists and cut off the hands and feet as quickly as possible. If they bite their breasts, gouge out a large piece of meat in the bowl may still be saved. . If it is a neck poisoning, then you have to wait to die. Fortunately, the baboon king spider does not provoke humans easily, and ordinary people will never see it once in a lifetime. Where did Yanhong find so many spiders? She never raised it.
"Are you going to use these spiders to poison? In this way, you still have to let the gang of Daijunchou die?" Bai Poison has always thought that Yanhong has climbed to the position of the five envoys of life because of her beauty. , Now that I think about it, it's really superficial and ridiculous. It's hard for this team of spiders to cope with it alone, let alone an endless stream of beast control magic.
"Where is it so easy, don't forget that I was the one who was defeated by him once." Yanhong glanced at Hundred Poison Envoy with a bit of resentment. The spring-shui-like gaze made Hundred Poison Envoy a little frustrated, "Don't forget that he is. Someone who can bring down Mr. Liang. These little guys can just delay their footsteps and buy some time for our base camp." Yanhong thought, Hundred Poison Envoy is really stupid and naive. A life-saving door, each school has its own ability to save lives, if this little poison alone can solve the battle, then why does the life-saving door linger in southern Xinjiang
"This acting monarch is really so terrible?" The Hundred Poison Envoy still couldn't understand why such a young man could make Yanhong take so seriously, and it seemed that he had taken it too seriously. It’s no wonder that Hundred Poisons are superficial. He grew up in southern Xinjiang. He has never put others in his eyes except for the deceased master. Yesterday’s small attempt gave him a lot of encouragement, and now he is a little fluttering. , I can't recognize the situation even more.
Yan Hong's words seemed to be splashed with a bucket of cold water in the cold winter, "I ask you, do you dare to betray the Lord?" Although these words are a bit rebellious, Yan Hong doesn't care. It is necessary for this arrogant fellow to know how terrible his opponents are. If the Hundred Poison Envoy has also performed the missions on the deadly note, if he has also dealt with the various major factions in the arena, he must know that the Sword Envoy is definitely not a stalker. The opponents of the Golden Sword, the soul-controlling agent may not be as good as the Gu Sect Purple Eyes. Compared with the feng shui technique of the Yin-Yang agent and the knock-out mechanism, I don’t know who is stronger or weaker, and the Tang Sect and your Hundred Poison Envoys do not seem to be better. Having played against each other, as for myself, the defeat that day has long ceased to have the domineering contempt for everything.
"You are crazy, who dares to betray the Lord! We are the tools of the Lord and cannot be betrayed from generation to generation. The Lord is the envoy of Da Hei Tian in this world, the person closest to the gods." Hundred Poison Envoys It was absolutely heartfelt. He had never thought about betraying the Lord.
"Then I tell you, I'd rather betray the Lord than fight against Dai Junchou in person." Yanhong glanced at the setting sun in the distance, the setting sun was like blood, extremely beautiful and extremely sad. "The Lord is really in serious trouble this time. May the Dark Heaven bless us."