Boom boom boom!
After a burst of thunder, Luo Xiaoman's bright red figure disappeared from the vast white snow.
The icy poisonous scorpion roared repeatedly, and then its eyes fell on Wan Zitong, with murderous intent.
Wan Zitong's expression was ugly. He originally thought that he could trick Luo Xiaoman into clapping, but he didn't expect that he would be tricked in turn, and now he would have to face the result of being killed by the Ice-Cold Poisonous Scorpion.
She gritted her teeth, raised her hand, and took out a life-saving magic weapon that her master had given her a long time ago from her storage bag.
"Luo Xiaoman, from now on, I will fight you until death."
Luo Xiaoman ran all the way, and soon he came to a secret ice cave.
Compared with the outside world, the ice cave is much warmer, and Mo Yuan is currently lying under a cloak, his whole body seems to be frozen, and his whole body is exuding a bone-chilling chill.
"Xiao Ling, I have the blood of the Ice Poisonous Scorpion, what should I do now?" Luo Xiaoman said with a solemn expression.
"It's very simple, you just need to feed him the blood." The Ring Spirit emerged and said slowly: "With his physical quality, he will naturally refine the blood of the Ice-Cold Poisonous Scorpion into an antidote."
"Okay!" Luo Xiaoman looked at Mo Yuan, whose eyes were unclear, and then at the tail thorn in his hand, and then bit it down.
She sucked out the blood from the tail thorn with her mouth, and then leaned down without hesitation to save the unconscious Mo Yuan.
Everything is so natural.
call-
After a long time, Luo Xiaoman stood up, his cute little face was blushing, and his eyes were filled with a blurred light.
"My little master, with all due respect, why do I feel like you were taking advantage of others just now?" The Ring Spirit blinked and said with a funny look on his face.
"Get out!" Luo Xiaoman's face darkened and he shouted coldly.
"okay!"
"Get back!"
"Uh... little master, do you want me to get out, or not?" The Ring Spirit spread its hands, with a depressed look on its face.
"Is this okay with Mo Yuan?" Luo Xiaoman changed the subject.
"That's enough." The Ring Spirit glanced at Mo Yuan, nodded, and said, "After a while, the methamphetamine in his body will be automatically discharged."
Seeing Mo Yuan's face getting more and more rosy and the frost on his eyelashes fading away, Luo Xiaoman could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"By the way, how did you know that someone would come to Bailuo Mountain?" At this time, the Ring Spirit changed the topic and asked curiously.
Luo Xiaoman curled his lips, straightened his crooked cloak, and said, "The life jade token I made, in addition to keeping an eye on Wan An's life and death, also hides a mark of failure."
"As soon as Wan An dies, the mark of loss of power will fall on the person who did it."
The mark of spiritual thoughts is a little trick that Luo Xiaoman created in his previous life by relying on his strong mental power. It has all kinds of strange effects.
For those with strong strength, the spiritual mark has little effect, but for those with weak strength, every minute is fatal!
Originally, this power-loss mark was intended to trick the opponent unexpectedly in future confrontations. Who would have known that Wan Zitong would now be in Bailuo Mountain.
When Wan Zitong appeared within ten miles, the broken jade tablet of life sensed the imprint of divine thoughts and emitted a soft light.
"Tsk, tsk, you are really a little fox." The Ring Spirit exclaimed, "It's scary to think about being an enemy of a sinister little fox like you."
Buzz!
At this moment, Mo Yuan, who was lying on the ground, emitted a burst of light.
"Xiao Ling, what's going on?" Luo Xiaoman was startled and asked worriedly.
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(End of chapter)