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1827 Little Dumb Shot 4

"You are so pretty, it's a pity that you die or disfigured. I can't bear it." Feng Xingying showed a compassionate expression on her face, but unfortunately her face was covered by a lilac veil, and only her seemingly gentle eyes were revealed.

"Otherwise, I can take out my poison for you and Mr. Duan to identify it. If you can really tell the detoxification method, you will be willing to give up. Yingxuelu is yours."

After Feng Xingying said that, without waiting for Ge Yingxue's advice, he took out a boy and opened the block in front of everyone.

The fragrant breath rippled, like in this cursed place, suddenly a hundred flowers bloomed, making people want to go there.

Some people with poor concentration have even begun to move forward and towards Fengxingying.

Fortunately, the elites of several teams surrounded Feng Xingying and Ge Yingxue. At this time, the people standing in front were strong and had stronger concentration, so they would not be attracted by the fragrance.

But Ge Yingxue was different. The demon seeds in her body were actually ready to move, which forced her to use all her true energy to suppress the black lines that were about to spread.

What kind of terrible thing is this?

Fragrance may not be good, but may also be highly toxic.

Fengxingying tilted porcelain, a drop of pink liquid dripped from the porcelain and fell into the soil in front of her.

The apprentice under her feet instantly appeared a bubble groove, and it expanded wider and widened until it was the size of an ordinary bucket bottom before stopping.

The bubble state remains unchanged. That small area is like boiling water, constantly emitting small bubbles, and a stronger fragrance is emitted.

Duan Gu could not sit idly by now. The sword light rose and instantly blocked the area one by one to prevent the fragrance from spreading out.

"This poison should be Baihuajiao. It is rumored that this poison was once one of the famous works of the Poison King, and no one in the world can relieve it. After the Poison King died, Baihuajiao was also lost.

The flowers are beautiful, their fragrance is attractive, their colors are bright and eye-catching, and their taste is as sweet as wine. They look like fine wine and delicacies, but in fact they are murderous everywhere.

Baihuajiao is often mixed with wine, which is attractive with the taste, making people want to taste it. But once taken, this poison will devour all spiritual power and true energy until the person who takes the poison is completely swallowed.

A drop of delicate flowers will see the yellow spring in a moment. What we are talking about is this beautiful flower."

Duan Gu once traveled around the world and knew more about outside things.

"Then Baihuajiao has no antidote?" Ge Yingxue was dissatisfied.

"Yes." Duan Gu nodded sadly: "The only antidote for Baihuajiao is the blood of the gods."

God’s Blood? What’s the difference between it and no medicine to solve?

Who would come to the curse place where birds do not shit? Feng Xingying is the only one, but unfortunately she is no longer there.

If they are hit by Baihuajiao, they must find the antidote within a quarter of an hour, but this quarter of an hour is really not enough for them to leave the curse to find the gods.

Because no matter humans or spirit beasts in the curse land, they cannot use spiritual power, and they cannot fly. Even if the sword master can fly with the sword, without the assistance of spiritual power, the degree is faster than running, which is far inferior to the spiritual sword.

Therefore, if Feng Xingying takes out Baihuajiao, it is equivalent to being invincible.

"Student Ge, you have a quarter of an hour to find a way to crack this poison. Because Baihuajiao's time is a quarter of an hour." Feng Xingying reminded with a smile.
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