Chapter 49 Mr. Ning, I really misjudged you

Author: Ging Le

Chapter 49 Mr. Ning, I really misjudged you

This snake also regards Jing Zhao as its old enemy.

He raised his head high and kept spitting snake letters at him.

After a long confrontation between one man and one snake, Jing Zhao tightened his grip on the long knife and struck preemptively.

He raised his knife and struck the snake with all his strength. At the same time, the snake jumped up and rushed towards Jing Zhao's face.

Jing Zhao has never fought a snake.

It was my first time to see a snake flying!

He shouted in his heart: Damn it!

The long knife raised in the air paused for half a second, but in this moment, the snake jumped up and wrapped around Jing Zhao's neck.

Same posture! Same position!

Jing Zhao felt depressed, was he going to be defeated by the same snake twice?!

The snake was only half a centimeter away from him, and every time the snake breathed out, it almost touched Jing Zhao's skin. Its entire body was now coiled around Jing Zhao's neck.

The cold, slippery touch at close range made him feel sick and physically repulsed.

Jing Zhao held the knife in his hand but it was useless. He turned his eyes and thought that he had only one last option left.

He threw the knife in his hand directly and glanced down to find the position of its anus. Jing Zhao secretly counted in his heart: three, two, one!

With lightning speed, he suddenly stabbed hard at the soft scales on the abdomen where the anus was.

Rumor has it that if you hit a snake, it will hit you within seven inches.

But in fact, not to mention that it is difficult to find the seven-inch position of a snake. Even if you find it, it is not easy to subdue a snake through the seven inches.

This is all said by hunters in the mountains to deceive laymen.

Jing Zhao is a cook. Although he doesn't like snakes, he knows that the weakest point of a snake is its lower abdomen. Its scales are extremely soft and its chrysanthemums are easy to poke.

In an instant, the snake jumped up, and its whole body counterattacked, stretching like a crescent moon. Jing Zhao took advantage of the situation and pinched both ends of it with both hands, one after the other, and threw it to the ground.

The snake coyly spun in the air several times and hit the ground hard. It was a little dazed from the fall and twisted crookedly on the ground several times before it finally regained its strength.

He stared at Jing Zhao with extremely resentful eyes, lingering but not daring to attack him again.

Jing Zhao snorted lightly and no longer wanted to get entangled with it.

There was some greasy mucus on his hands and neck, and his whole body exuded the fishy, ​​earthy smell unique to snakes.

He was so disgusted that he quickly picked up the long knife on the ground and prepared to run away.

But when he bent over, a pair of pure black brocade boots appeared in front of him.

Jing Zhao looked up from his boots little by little, and as expected, he came face to face with the priest's gloomy face, which was half ink and half khaki.

Jing Zhao laughed awkwardly, "What a coincidence."

But he thought secretly in his heart: It's all his fault that this damn snake has ruined his good deeds time and time again, delaying his escape time. Now he can't escape even if he wants to...

He picked up the knife on the ground, hesitated for a moment, put it back, and stood up slowly. The moment the priest appeared, there were dozens of village soldiers, each holding a short knife, surrounding him.

Jing Zhao has always been rational. As the saying goes, those who understand current affairs are heroes.

If you should put down your weapons or whatever, you have to learn to put them down.

The priest stared at Gu Jingzhao with a cold face, and the black-and-white snake slowly crawled back to the priest's hand.

It looked provocatively, seeming to be mocking Jing Zhao.

This little guy’s proud face!

The priest waved his hand, and someone immediately stepped forward to clamp Jing Zhao's hands, "Tie him to the torture rack."

The priest casually walked to the torture rack. Jing Zhao's hands and feet were tightly bound. This time, it was difficult for him to even move.

"If you are bitten by a little flower, you will definitely not survive for two hours. I will see you destroy yourself and see how you can make up lies and deceive others."

Jing Zhao secretly smiled, "You are lagging behind, let me show you, a person from two thousand years ago, what the hell is called serum!"

He only had a calm expression on his face.

"Master Priest, I have long said that you have received orders from the gods, and so do I. I have not finished my work in this world, but with the blessing of the gods, I will not die."

He spoke every word with confidence.

The priest chuckled softly, obviously thinking that Jing Zhao was talking big words.

His little flower crawled out of the snake's nest and grew up eating other snakes. So far, it has bitten as many as eighty people, but not one of them has survived.

It is so toxic that no grass will grow wherever it passes.

He has kept it beside him since he was a child, and it has already recognized its owner. In this world, Xiaohua will attack anyone indiscriminately except him!

The priest looked at Jing Zhao coolly and said, "I hope your life is really as long as you said. I will come back to see you in two hours."

The priest knew very well that in fact, in less than two hours, Gu Jingzhao would be poisoned. When the poison took hold, his whole body would be painful and itchy, and the skin on his body would turn purple and black inch by inch.

The venom seeped into the blood, eating away at every inch of his flesh and blood, until finally, his meridians would reverse course and he would die suddenly.

Looking at the back of the priest walking away, Jing Zhao sighed slightly.

He won't die for the time being, but it's hard to say what will happen in two hours.

He looked far away towards the road leading to Xiaxi, wondering if An Nanhuai had returned to Xiaxi and told Aning what happened here.

What choice will Aning make? Will he come to save himself?

Gu Jingzhao didn't know, he couldn't figure out the result.

That compartment.

After An Nanhuai returned to Xiaxi, he told Aning what happened.

Aning was training troops. He nodded and said, "I understand."

His reaction was so calm that An Nanhuai lost his mind for a moment.

"Mr. Ning, are we going to rescue Mr. Gu? He was caught by the priest, and now his life or death is uncertain. The priest hates him to the core, and it is difficult to say that he will not kill him. I am afraid... If we go late, Mr. Gu

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Aning's obsidian eyes looked straight at the soldiers in front of him. He walked to the team and corrected the actions of several people. He said coldly: "Continue."

"Mr. Ning!" An Nanhuai shouted anxiously, and he forcibly pulled the person out of the team.

"You can't ignore Mr. Gu's life or death!"

Aning turned her eyes lightly and looked at him: "Do you have any good ideas?"

"If it could be saved, when you saw Gu Hei's restaurant being taken away, you should have saved him. But you didn't do anything. Isn't it because you couldn't save him?"

An Nanhuai thumped, and he lowered his eyes secretly: "I have no choice, but you..."

"No solution."

Aning replied to him with two words, interrupting his subsequent words.

"I'm going to continue training. Gu Hei's wife won't be back today. Go tell Qing and ask her to prepare meals for the soldiers."

After An Nanhuai heard this, he looked at An Ning in disbelief. He never expected that these words would come out of his mouth.

He has always been the one who cares about Gu Jingzhao the most. But today, this reaction, not to mention caring, is like a stranger, so cold and chilling!

"Mr. Ning, I really misjudged you!" An Nanhuai snorted and walked away.
Chapter completed!