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"I know, isn't this for my little brother's safety?"

Niao Niao smiled sadly, took a handful of mud and wiped it on his face.

"Look, this is perfect."

I gave him a full body massage with mud, and then I came out of the mire with satisfaction.

Wu Xie, who was standing next to him, looked at the ferocious-looking Nau Nau and the forbearing little brother, shook his body, and silently stayed away from them.

【Let you push me! 】

Wu Xie listened to the complaints behind him and was glad that he had not touched Niao Nau.

"This is massage that I have learned carefully. It strengthens the body and prevents diseases. You can do it more often in the future." Standing on the shore, he looked down at his little brother.

Bro:......

Approaching the tent, Wu Xie and Niao Niao looked at each other and read the same message in each other's eyes.

Wuxie pretended to be anxious and successfully lured the fat man away. Seeing that Aning wanted to follow her, Niao grabbed her.

"Mud can prevent snakes. Remember to apply some on both of you."

Make an arrangement and follow those two people quickly. She would regret not reading the fat man's jokes.

The fat man rolled over from the quagmire, looked at Wuxie in confusion and said, "Zhenzhen, what are you doing!"

"Beautify your skin and prevent snakes, so apply it evenly!"

"Who said that!"

"That's what the little brother said!" Niao Niao and Wu Xie pointed at the silent little brother at the same time.

"Brother... you didn't tell me earlier! You delayed me from turning it over!" After the fat man finished speaking, he evenly turned over several sides like a skewer.

Wuxie and Youxiao bent down, stretched out their palms and gave them a slap. Full of joy of successfully making a fat man.

He turned around and stretched out his palm to face the little brother. He glanced at it and stood indifferently. Niao Niao took his hand, slapped her and Wuxie's hands each, and bumped Wuxie's shoulder slyly.

Back at the camp, Aning's noodles were already cooked. It was getting dark, and a few people were sitting around the campfire with small bowls in their hands.

At a different campfire, Xiaohua asked doubtfully: "What did the fortune teller say?"

"Say you are a noble person."

"Noble?"

"Yes, you are a noble person with so many people coming and going. It's just that you don't value yourself." Wu Sansheng handed a piece of firewood to the bonfire and said with a smile: "However, Qi Ba said that there is someone who is your noble person."

Xiaohua thought of the people who would appear instantly whenever there was danger, no matter where they were, and blurted out: "Niao Niao?"

Wu Sansheng looked at the flames, and the rising steam obscured the expression in his eyes. The invisible outline softened his entire face. He sighed and said with unclear meaning: "We, the Nine Sects, owe her a lot."

"The random mission has been triggered, help Black Glasses get out of trouble."

He appeared out of thin air next to Black Glasses, in the black smoke, with a tired face and disheveled hair.

The mop boys in front of her seemed to be cursed the moment she appeared, and there was only darkness in front of them.

They knelt down in a hurry and muttered: "I'm so sorry! Master Niao Niao, we were wrong! Give our eyes back quickly, it's our boss's order. He said to separate them and defeat them one by one."

"Bring me the mop." He lowered his voice and replied gloomily.

When those people heard this, they felt as if they were being granted amnesty and ran towards the camp rolling and crawling.

He pushed the hair away from his face, turned around, crossed his arms, and looked at the black glasses tied to the tree.

"Hey, blind man. You stayed up in the middle of the night to admire the moon. Your method is quite special."

The black-glassed hand moved, and a dagger fell on his foot. Lifting his leg slightly, the dagger spun and landed firmly in his hand. With one strong stroke, he slid down from the tree he was tied to.

"That's not true. You and I have never been vulgar people." He turned the dagger and tilted his head with some pride.

He curled his lips and ignored him. He fumbled for the mop, fell to the ground with tears in his eyes, and grabbed the curled trouser legs with his hands.

"It's me who can't see the truth! It's me who's blind! From now on, every first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, I will definitely ask someone to burn paper for you. But my little brothers, old and young, must not really kill them. !”

Mop cried again with snot and tears, and was so frightened that he could even speak four-character idioms.

Niao Niao listened to his words, a little confused.

[What he means by this is that I am dead! What a heartless person passed this on! 】

He looked at the moonlight with black glasses and raised his head guiltily, not daring to look at Nian Niao.

"A random mission has been triggered, help Wuxie and others escape the snake tide."

Nia Niao suddenly disappeared again, and without any support on the mop handle, he fell to the ground.

"Well, let me just say, Niao Niao is a fierce ghost. If you dare to mess with her, your life will be over." Black Glasses squatted down, clicked his tongue twice, and stood up to leave.

The mops were so panicked that they knelt down and hit their heads on the ground with a loud bang.

"Master Hei, it's me who has been enchanted. Don't worry, I will never have second thoughts in the future. If I can't do it, I will have no descendants!" The mop swore while knocking, fearing that he would really die here.

Black Glasses lifted him up and put some mud under his eyes. "Remember, I can only save you this once."

"Wuxie, go back." Niao stood in front of the tent and pulled Wuxie in seriously.

Outside the camp, the sound of thousands of snakes crawling could be heard, like a 3D surround, making people's hair stand on end.

He shuddered and noticed something strange about Wu Xie. He raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes. When he saw no response, he frowned and said, "Can't you see your eyes?"

Wuxie tugged at the corner of her clothes and nodded obediently.

Noticing his movements, he cut his fingers without hesitation. "Close your eyes."

Hearing Nulu's words, Wu Xie closed his eyes subconsciously. A cold feeling exploded on his eyelids, and when he smelled blood, he opened his eyes suddenly.

His vision became clearer, and he saw Niao Niao holding a porcelain bottle and dripping blood into it.

The bright red blood flowed along the mouth of the bottle, quickly staining the transparent glass bottle red.

Feeling the coldness on his eyelids, he was surprised to find that the blood in the curls was actually cold!

"Niao Niao, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Wu Xie became nervous.

He stuffed the finger-sized bottle into Wuxie's arms, raised his head and explained seriously: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

The tent was rudely opened, and a fat man wearing a gas mask broke in.

He held the gas mask and looked at the two people in front of him, not knowing who to hand it to.

Niao grabbed it and put it on Pan Zi who was lying on the bed.

"He seems to be a little hot." He touched his forehead, turned back and motioned to the fat man to bring over the anti-pyretic needle next to him.

"Where's my little brother?"

"He was bitten by a snake. I'm here to find the serum." The fat man gave Pan Zi a fever-reducing injection and walked out with a syringe.

"Keep an eye on Pan Zi, I'll go take a look."

Patting Wu Xie's shoulder, Niao Niao quickly followed.

After crossing a puddle, I saw the little brother lying under the tree. He was half leaning on the big tree, his head slightly raised, and only half of his chin was exposed under the brim of his hat.

"Brother, are you okay?" Niao ran over and reached out to support him.

He took out the vial from his pocket and dabbed it on his eyelids.

He bent down to check the snake bite wound on his leg, but he stayed away calmly. He said very unnaturally: "Just take the serum and it will be fine."

He took a step forward and grabbed his retreating feet. "Don't wait, Fatty was just bitten by a snake. I injected him with the serum, and now he and Wuxie are hiding in the tent."

He took out the silver needle from the cloth bag and rolled up his trousers. He took out the needle neatly and applied it, then stretched out two fingers and used his internal force to help him force the toxin out.

The whole movement was smooth and smooth, as if he had applied the needles hundreds of times.

The little brother lowered his head and could only see the furry top of his head. After the black blood in the wound was drained, Niao Niao took back the silver needle, wiped it carefully, and put it back into the cloth bag.

"It should be okay, let's go back. The snake tide is coming."

Helping the little brother back to the camp, the snake tide almost reached its climax. The roof of the tent was covered with snakes, tangled in excitement and trying to crush the tent with their weight.