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Chapter 154

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    Just as Han Qianling predicted, by the time the red cloud python finally showed its head, the group of them had already lingered in the mountain stream for five days.

    Fortunately, the years of cultivation have been long, even if everyone followed Han Qianling's arrangement and waited for five days in an ambush in the mountains, no one complained.  During the period, Feng Xue still had time to ask Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling based on the common sense of previous lives: "Boa constrictors should be non-poisonous, right?"

    Hua Biyue left her with fragmented and incomplete memories. It is already quite good for her to know the name of her current body, and she cannot force it to have common sense in life.  Feng Xue, an outsider, is a half-way monk for this knowledge, and his new life begins with a death that has not changed for eight hundred years. The people he met during the period, apart from Xiao Ren, who is obviously missing, is Xie Chuncan, who fell into death since childhood.  Therefore, a lot of knowledge needs to be supplemented little by little in the future.

    Luo Jiujiang patiently explained to her: "Except for a few special demon species, boa constrictors are usually non-poisonous when they are born. After three hundred years of cultivation, which is equivalent to the seven-level cultivation base of human beings, they can spray poison from their cavities.  Fog. Most of the poisonous mist of the foundation cultivation level will only cause paralysis, and the poisonous mist after the Jindan cultivation base is differentiated according to the type, and the power is not the same, and some of them can even kill ordinary monks when they meet face to face."

    Feng Xue's eyebrows twitched lightly: "It's really crazy to live for a long time."

    "Well." Luo Jiujiang is used to this kind of communication method mixed with one or two words that he doesn't understand.  One foot high and one foot high, Sister Xue can just hold her breath in the face of the poisonous fog."

    "As for the scarlet cloud python, which is not known for its toxicity, Sister Xue doesn't need to worry too much about it. The reason we don't go into the cave is because the snake venom in the cave has been accumulated for many years, and I am afraid that it has penetrated deep into the soil and hardened into frost. If we are not careful, we will be killed.  A trap. But if a mouthful of snake venom is sprayed outside, it will be scattered in the air with just a palm, and it is no different from water vapor with a little fishy smell."

    Hearing what he said clearly and logically, Feng Xue secretly made a note in her heart, and then turned her gaze to Han Qianling to see if he had anything to add.  These days, Han Qianling's knowledge of the species in the Holy Land has fallen into the eyes of everyone, and it has almost become common sense for everyone to take a look at him when he is in doubt.

    Sensing Feng Xue's gaze, Han Qianling tightened his shoulders a little, and said in a low voice, "Jiujiang is an expert at playing snakes. In front of the expert, Han always speaks less and does more, so as not to make people laugh."

    The calm tone and gentle attitude of these words were the same as usual, but Feng Xue always felt that something was wrong.  She thought about it carefully, and felt that the strange thing might be that when Han Qianling praised Luo Jiujiang, she was never so calm.

    Why didn't Han Qianling put his shoulders on Jiujiang's shoulders this time, look into Jiujiang's eyes affectionately, and then said with a smile in his clear and gentle voice like spring water: "When it comes to the understanding of snakes, it's very difficult to understand."  I'm not as good as Jiujiang. It's enough for Miss Feng Xue to just listen to Jiujiang, I don't have anything to add." What?

    The two of them clearly had a good kiss in front of her just now!

    Before Feng Xue's eyes became gossiping, Luo Jiujiang laughed out loud. He moved a little closer to Han Qianling, and his tone was full of helplessness: "Why did you mention snakes like this? You are so angry that I stepped on it that day.  Your foot?"

    Han Qianling turned his face and smiled slightly, his color was very touching: "You pulled out my scales piece by piece, and I'm not even angry with you."

    "You call me how willing I am." Luo Jiujiang brought Han Qianling's finger to his lips and kissed her like a dragonfly. Feng Xue turned her head away with a blank face, thinking that I was just looking for something for myself  .

    "I'm not angry, I'm just a little unhappy." After pulling his hand away from Luo Jiujiang's fingers, Han Qianling explained slowly: "I just realized that my race is not born well, so you may not know my race well."  More than snakes."

    If ordinary people say this, most of them are still angryor jealous.  But if it is said by Han Qianling, these words are 100,000 percent sincere: You must know that the only sample of his race died more than 10,000 years ago. If Luo Jiujiang wants to understand it deeply, he may not be able to find it in the paper  , This can be found in fairy tales.

    "I understand the snake race, and someone who knows better taught me." Luo Jiujiang smiled and cast a glance: "If I want to know more about your race, then I must have someone who I can best listen to his words to teach me."  .¡±

    "Will no one be willing to teach?"

    "Then I only understand Qianling, not"

    Han Qianling laughed dumbfounded: "Why are you so capable?"

    At this time, there was a rustling sound from the entrance of the cave marked by Han Qianling, like the rubbing sound of the scales on the abdomen of a long snake sliding across the sand.  seal snow eye??The movement range of the slightly trembling eyelashes is not even as good as that of a static butterfly wing, but when it falls on Feng Xue's eyes, even the slightest movement of the eyelid muscles can be regarded as a loud drumming sound in her heart, which makes her feel uneasy  The sound echoes.

    Has Han Qianling not said what will happen if he fails?  Will Small Blades Get Worse?  She had only learned how to buy salt before.  Will she forget me?  If that's the case, Feng Xue hopes that she can forget the days of struggling to survive in the dead place, and it will give her a little bit of comfort

    The eyelashes moved again, is she going to wake up?  !

    Xiaoren slowly opened his eyes.

    Facing Feng Xue's eyes like burning coals, Xiao Ren showed the purest smile.

    She raised her hand and took off the gold hairpin from Feng Xue's hair, just like when they first met, the waterfall-like black hair from Feng Xue fell down one after another, falling on her shoulders and hers.

    "It's nice." She said briefly.

    The past and present times seem to overlap in a trance.

    Feng Xueqi looked urgently and incredulously, and at the first glance, he looked into Xiaoren's dark eyes.

    Those eyes lost a kind of indifference and simplicity that was almost inorganic, and turned into extremely spiritual.

    "Sister." Xiaoren held the gold hairpin between her and Feng Xue, "I'll comb it for you." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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