Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

Wutang exposed her ankle and a part of her calf because she was wearing the costume of the Wu tribe, and it was probably because of this that the snake took advantage of it.

Under the white light of the night pearl, the two pitch-black cavities on the ankles looked quite eye-catching.

Wen Yanke frowned and used spiritual power to seal the spreading snake venom first, but it was too late, the snake venom had already spread along Wutang's meridians.

Wu Tang's sea of ​​consciousness was not fortified against him, he easily penetrated it, it was different from the brief contact of consciousness during the day, but a real fusion of consciousness.

Although it was easy for him to go in, he was transpired by the boiling sea of ​​consciousness as soon as he entered.

Snake venom is not fatal, but the nature of snakes is obscene, which will make the poisoned person feel hot and uncomfortable.

Wen Yanke let out a muffled snort, turned pale and withdrew her consciousness.

He tightened his grip on Wutang's ankle, bent down and pressed his lips against Wutang's ankle, sucking out the poison.

Wen Yanke's lips were cold, far from Wu Tang's fiery skin temperature.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, spit out the poisonous blood on the ground, and stuck it on Wutang's ankle again, the hair on his forehead was slightly scattered and hung by his ears, and finally brushed on Wutang's leg.

"What are you doing?" Wu Tang woke up at some point, opened her bewildered eyes and looked ahead.But it seemed that he couldn't find Wen Yanke's position, and looked towards him with vacant eyes.

"You've been poisoned, brother." Wen Yanke spat out another mouthful of blood, the poison had already spread in Wutang's meridians, his actions like this didn't really make much sense, at most it was to prevent the poisoning from getting deeper.

Looking at Wu Tang's expression, Wen Yanke knew that he was still awake - his eyes were wet, his face was powdered, but his brows were slightly frowning for some reason.

"Poisoned?" Wu Tang struggled to sit up and took out his storage bag. With his head lowered, he pulled out a bunch of bottles and jars from it, all of which were his refining pills and detoxification pills, "What poison?"

"Flowers eat snake venom." Wen Yanke's lips were left with a touch of scarlet, which dyed his light lips brightly.

"Snake venom?" Wu Tang was stunned for a moment, he just had a slow mind reaction at this time, he didn't lose consciousness, so he continued to look for antidote pills in the pile of pills.

"Don't look for it, there isn't one." Wen Yanke pulled Wu Tang's hand back.

Wu Tang is a master of alchemy, if he usually reacts directly, there is no antidote for the poisonous snake poison.But at this time, his reaction was a little slow, and he was still rummaging through the pile of pills.

Wu Tang's hands were clenched, and he felt an indescribable heat on his body, spreading from his dantian to his limbs, and the hands that were holding him seemed to be cold and comfortable.

Wutang's chaotic brain reacted a little slower before he noticed a subtle change in his body.

The monk's desire is weakened. Although he has never experienced this feeling, at least he has seen it in the story books and picture albums.

Flower Erosion Snake Venom! ?

Wu Tang suddenly realized that this snake venom can arouse the desire of the monk's body.

The people of Wutang were all dumbfounded, wanting to cry but no tears.

But fortunately, he was covered with a thin blanket, so that he wouldn't be able to see his ugliness in front of his love rival and junior.

In his difficult mind, he recalled that he had seen the solution to this snake venom in the alchemy, which clearly stated that there was no cure for this poison, but as long as the monk vented his desire, it could be solved.

How is he going to vent?

"You go out first." Wu Tang muffled.

Wen Yanke only took a deep look at him, wiped off the blood stains left on her lips, stood up and left.

Wu Tang looked at Wen Yanke's figure standing at the entrance of the cave, and hurriedly stretched his hands under the thin blanket.

After a while, Wen Yanke heard a muffled hum from behind, which seemed to be mixed with pain.

"Brother?" Wen Yanke's voice was hoarse, but it was hard to hear clearly because of the wind blowing outside.

"I'm fine!" Wu Tang hurriedly interrupted Wen Yanke with a face full of pain, preventing him from turning around.

He didn't know how to organize himself, and it had no effect except to make himself more uncomfortable, so he pressed his palm down in anger, making himself pale.

Wen Yanke originally turned half of her body, but turned back again because of Wu Tang's interruption.

"Wait...you come and help me."

After a while, Wu Tang spoke again, much weaker than before.

Wu Tang stretched out an arm to rest on his face, blocking his eyes.

The faint light cast by the night pearl above his head allowed Wen Yanke to see that half of his exposed face and neck were flushed.

"You know what to do?" Wu Tang's voice was weak, his actions just now made him feel sore and uncomfortable, even his speech became much weaker.

Wen Yanke glanced across his face, and said softly, "I know..."

Wu Tang snorted coldly when he heard the words, he didn't expect that his junior brother looked young, but he actually knew a lot.

Wen Yanke stretched out her hand to tear off the blanket covering Wu Tang, but Wu Tang resisted a little at first.But soon he let go of his strength, and only moved the arm covering his face and glanced at him: "You need to be faster!"

Wen Yanke pulled off the blanket, and put herself on top of Wu Tang instead.

Wu Tang's sight was blocked, and she was startled and wanted to resist: "What are you doing?"

Perhaps it was because he was pressed down by Yu Ji when he was in the illusion last time in Yu Ji's bridal chamber, leaving a shadow on him, and now he is very sensitive to this up and down position.

Wen Yanke was pressed down by Wu Tang and changed her posture, turning to Wu Tang pressing on Wen Yanke's body, breathing on his neck, gritted her teeth and whispered in his ear: "Hurry up..."

"Okay..." Wen Yanke's eyes were deeply darkened.

Wu Tang's head was buried on Wen Yanke's neck, and her lower body was slightly turned sideways.

Wen Yanke's fingers looked warm and cool compared to his hot skin at this moment.As soon as it touched it, Wu Tang's body froze suddenly, and he couldn't help letting out a muffled groan: "Hurry up..."

He was short of breath and couldn't help urging.

Wu Tang was still supporting his body at first, but then he closed his eyes and groaned, and gradually his whole weight fell on Wen Yanke's body.

At the last moment, the snake's venom was so strong that Wu Tang was in a daze. His lips that were leaning against Wen Yanke's neck inadvertently rubbed against his earlobe.

The hot breath and the wet touch fell on Wen Yanke's neck, his body froze suddenly, and the movements of his hands increased by two points.