The most terrifying thing is poisoning, and what Long Xiaoqi hates most in his life is poisoning.

At home, he listened to Zhao Ying's words and dared to provoke anyone except Zhao Ying, but he would never dare to provoke Hou Xiaolan.

As long as he provokes Hou Xiaolan, he will definitely get poisoned.

Last time at home, he asked Hou Xiaolan to pose as a frog, but Xiaolanlan was unwilling to do so. So Comrade Long Xiaoqi took a tyrannical stance and directly made Hou Xiaolan angry.

That night, he never stopped, his eyes were red, and the thing was like a burning iron rod, but he would spray it when he hit it.

All night, he stared at people everywhere with his red eyes, and then he sprayed when he met. By the next day, the strong man couldn't even get out of bed.

Although Zhao Ying scolded Hou Xiaolan afterwards, he had already suffered a loss, and it was impossible for a week to get up.

He was so scared that he finally turned into Hou Xiaolan and asked him to pose.

In addition, he didn't know how many times he had been turned over by Hou Xiaolan. Anyway, he was most afraid of poison and hated poison the most.

Now, Long Xiaoqi was poisoned. Although he was still conscious, his body was in an absolute state of paralysis and could only smell the strong fishy smell from the wound.

The King of Soldiers is not absolute, nor is it invincible after reaching the extreme. Even though he has killed many of them, causing these prisoners to fall into terror, it has a toxic attack.

"This is a toxin mixed with three toxic plants, which will destroy its central nerve bit by bit." A thick and low voice sounded.

This is a mountain god, a man with a poor appearance, and his words are extremely awkward.

He has not lost his language ability, he just doesn't like to speak. The words he may have said were the only time he spoke this year.

Autonomic neurotoxin, as the darling of nature, is familiar with all animals and plants, and any plant and animal toxin, which is not a problem for him.

Long Xiaoqi tried hard to stare at the mountain god with wide eyes, but he couldn't see the other person's face clearly from beginning to end. His central nerve was eroded by toxins.

In this case, the brain became clearer from dizziness, allowing him to block his senses in his body and watch himself get finished little by little.

The prisoners who had originally fled surrounded him again, and the prisoners who surrendered also came over, and two of them kicked him according to Long Xiaoqi's body.

"Bang!"

Long Xiaoqi was kicked and rolled around twice, without any strength to fight back.

"Swoosh!"

"laugh!"

A cluster of arrows was thrown out of the mountain god's hand without a bow, piercing the prisoner's body.

The prisoners were so powerful that they were stunned.

Of course they knew that the mountain god was powerful, but they didn't know that they could be so powerful that they could achieve the power of bows and arrows with their hands.

"We need to have the necessary respect for the strong." The mountain god said in a voice with inaccurate pronunciation: "This is the strong, better than you."

Worshiping power and respecting the strong is the habit of every real hunter.

In nature, if the hunter does not worship power, he is destined to be weak; if the hunter does not respect the strong, he will definitely be abandoned by nature.

Just like modern keyboard warriors, they only have the elegance on the keyboard. Leaving the Internet, they are the weakest people at the bottom of society.

This sentence reached Long Xiaoqi's ears, making him want to laugh, but he also found that his facial muscles were stiff and he couldn't laugh at all.

He has done his best and has worked hard to the end, but a poison has made all his previous efforts waste.

If there were no mountain god, he would definitely charge by.

"Does the hunter use poison?" An old voice came.

The moment he heard this sound, all the prisoners showed a strong look of horror on their faces, as if they had seen the most fearful existence and immediately ran away.

Old age is immortal!

Lao Budhi climbed up the mountain with great effort with a stick and walked to the mountain god.

The mountain god didn't run away. He stared at Lao Budian with his eyes without any emotion and stood there steadily.

"I didn't say I was a hunter." said the mountain god.

Lao Budhi stopped talking. He looked at Long Xiaoqi lying on the ground and stared at the other party's eyes.

Long Xiaoqi also stared at Lao Bushen's eyes. Even though his whole body was in a state of paralysis, his eyes could still show different expressions.

He longed for Lao Buddy to help him, and the expression in his eyes explained everything.

Long Xiaoqi is not afraid of death, but Long Xiaoqi doesn't want to die.

If it was a single man in the past, his eyes would be rebellious now, but the problem is that he is not a single man now, so his eyes are begging now.

Where can anyone not be afraid of death?

When you are alone without worries, death may not be anything, but what if you have worries?

Are all those who are in society ruthless? They hold the knife with tattoos all over their bodies and hold the sword in both hands. They are never afraid of death, but they all quit in the end.

Why?

Because of concern, as long as you have concern, your courage will become smaller.

It's not accidental, it's an inevitable result.

Unfortunately, Lao Budhi just looked at Long Xiaoqi deeply, turned around and left slowly.

In his eyes, Long Xiaoqi is also an unqualified prison guard, even if he trains it so carefully.

Seeing Lao Buddy leave, Long Xiaoqi smiled sarcastically in his eyes. It might be because he was too simple, or it might be because he was still not mature enough.

Here, in Lao Bushen's eyes, he is just a prison guard who may become the warden.

If he can stand firm, he will become the warden; if he can't stand firm, he will only become a skeleton.

The mountain god bowed to Long Xiaoqi, who was lying on the ground, and showed his respect to this man who was definitely a real strong man, and then left.

“Hu…hu…”

The hillside became empty, and the sea breeze was blowing, indicating the arrival of a storm.

Long Xiaoqi lay motionless on the ground, his eyes no longer turned, like a corpse.

He was not dead yet, but he was not far from death. The fishy smell in the wound was so strong that even the sea breeze could not be blown away.

"Crazy..."

The heavy rain fell, hitting the leaves and making a huge sound, covering the entire Forgotten Islands in the rain, as if to wash away the blood left here and wash away all the violence and sin.

...

No one knew that the gene warrior was about to come out, and the prisoners of Forgotten Island finally solved Long Xiaoqi and could finally return to the original order of the island.

For them, it was just another prison guard who died, and it was the same as the prison guards in front of them, without any difference.

"Plop!..."

On the beach, the sand in the sea kept falling and getting up in the storm, with deep fear in his eyes.

He saw it, he saw it!

Others don’t believe in the so-called genetic warriors, but Hai Zhongsha believes it because he saw with his own eyes - diving into the water, and the moment he surfaced, he saw a group of genetic warriors.

When he ran into the mountains and forests, his right foot had just stepped in, a pistol was pressed against his forehead.

"Bang!"

Gunshots sounded, and the sand in the sea fell to the ground.

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Chapter completed!