Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

The snake also regards Jing Zhao as its old enemy.

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

One person and one snake confront each other for a long time, Jing Zhao clenched his long saber and preemptively strikes.

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

Jing Zhao had never fought a snake before.

It was the 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 that instant, the snake jumped up and wrapped itself around Jing Zhao's neck.

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

The snake was half a centimeter away from him, and every time the snake spit out the letter, it almost touched Jing Zhao's skin.Now its whole body is coiled around Jing Zhao's neck.

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

Jing Zhao held a knife in his hand but it was useless.When he turned his gaze, there was only one last way to think about it.

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

With lightning speed, he suddenly poked hard at the chrysanthemum under the soft scales on his abdomen.

Rumor has it that when you hit a snake, you hit seven inches.

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

This is what the hunters in the mountains say to deceive laymen.

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

In an instant, the snake jumped up, and its whole body counterattacked, straightening like a crescent moon.Taking advantage of the momentum, Jing Zhao pinched both ends of it back and forth with both hands, and threw it to the ground viciously.

The snake coyly spun several times in the air, and hit the ground heavily. It was a little dizzy from the fall, and it twisted and twisted on the ground several times before finally recovering.

Staring at Jing Zhao resentfully, he lingered but didn't dare to attack him again.

Jing Zhao snorted softly, and already didn't intend to entangle with it anymore.

There were still some slippery mucus on his hands and neck, and his whole body exuded the peculiar fishy, ​​mud-like smell of snakes.

Disgusted, he quickly picked up the long knife on the ground, and was about to run away.

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

Jing Zhao looked up a little bit along the boots, and met the gloomy face of the priest, which was half ink and half khaki.

Jing Zhao laughed awkwardly, "What a coincidence."

But he secretly thought in his heart: This damn snake is all to blame for ruining his good deeds again and again, delaying his escape time, and 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 soldiers, all holding a short knife, surrounding him.

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

Weapons and the like, you have to learn to let go of them.

The priest stared at Gu Jingzhao with a gloomy expression, and the snake with black and white patterns slowly crawled back to the priest's hand.

It looked provocatively, as if mocking Jing Zhao.

The little man's proud face!

As soon as the priest waved his hand, someone immediately stepped forward and clamped Jing Zhao's hands, "Tie him to the rack."

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

"You were bitten by Xiaohua, and you will definitely not live for two hours. Let me see you kill yourself, and see how you make up lies to deceive people."

Jing Zhao smiled inwardly, lagging behind, let me give you, a person from 2000 years ago, some experience, what the hell is it called serum!
He only had a calm expression on his face.

"My lord priest, I have already said that you are ordered by the gods, and I am the same; I have not finished my work in this world, and the gods bless me, so I cannot die."

He spoke every word with confidence.

The priest snorted softly, obviously feeling that Jing Zhao was talking big.

His little flower crawled out of the snake's nest and grew up eating other snakes. Up to now, there are no more than one hundred people who have been bitten by it, but none of them survived.

The toxicity is so strong that no grass will grow where it passes.

He has kept it by his side since he was a child, and it has recognized its owner.In this world, except for him, Xiao Hua will attack anyone without distinction!
The priest looked at Jing Zhao coolly, "I hope your life is as long as you said, and I will come to see you in two hours."

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

The venom penetrated into the blood, gnawing at every inch of his flesh and blood, until in the end, his meridians would flow backwards and he would die suddenly.

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

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

He looked far away at the direction leading to Xiaxi from the main road, and he didn't know 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 think of a result.

that compartment.

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

Aning is training soldiers, he nodded in response: "Understood."

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 his life and death are uncertain now. The priest hates him to the bone, so it's hard to say that he won't kill him. I'm afraid... If we go late, Mr. Gu ..."

Aning's obsidian-like pupils looked straight at the soldiers in front of him, and he walked to the line to correct the movements of several people.Cold voice: "Continue."

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

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

Ah Ning turned his eyes lightly and looked at him: "Do you have any good ideas?"

"If it can be saved, when you see Gu Heipao being taken away by someone, you should go to save him, but you didn't do anything, isn't it because you can't save him?"

An Nanhuai thumped, and he lowered his eyes secretly: "I can't help it, but you..."

"No solution."

Ah Ning answered his two words lightly, interrupting what he said later.

"I'm going to continue training soldiers. Gu Heipao won't come back today, so you go tell Qing and ask her to make meals for the soldiers."

After hearing this, An Nanhuai looked at Aning 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 indifferent and chilling!
"Mr. Ning, I really misjudged you!" An Nanhuai snorted hard, and walked away.