Chapter 485
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Sha Zhidie, who was determined to take Zhen Xiaoxiao's life, couldn't help being infuriated by these poisonous insects.
Although her flame belt was powerful and she could hear the miserable cries of the poisonous insects every second, these disgusting things still made it impossible for her to run at full speed.
She could only clench her teeth as she watched Zhen Xiaoxiao cook the meat as she ran.
"This move again!"
Sha Zhidie cursed Zhen Xiaoxiao's despicableness.
Once the poison was complete, the surrounding insects would most likely be like Long Chen's bees and take the initiative to open a path for her.
At that time, she would once again lose a good chance to kill her!
She had to!
She had to kill her before she finished cooking!
"Yuanqing? Yuanqing! Wake up! "
After a few breaths, Cen Yuanqing finally spat out a mouthful of dirty blood and his breathing returned to normal after Zhen Xiaoxiao's urgent call echoed in his ears. Cen Yuanqing's expression was a little stiff.
"Sorry."
Knowing that he had dropped the ball just now and caused Zhen Xiaoxiao to miss a good chance to attack Sha Zhidie, Cen Yuanqing felt terrible.
"There's no need to say sorry between the two of us."
Zhen Xiaoxiao didn't have the slightest intention of blaming Cen Yuanqing. It was just that there were enemies chasing her from behind, poisonous insects blocking the way in front, and the Ground Fire Lizard meat not being prepared in advance … all these situations made her feel exhausted.
"I-"
Cen Yuanqing had wanted to explain, but when he raised his head, he vaguely saw something charging at him. His body twitched and he let out a strange cry.
"Fuck!"
A black figure that was even taller than a person occupied Cen Yuanqing's line of sight. There were hundreds of silver saber-lights on both sides of its body.
Just now, Zhen Xiaoxiao had thrown a single saber at him, and it had triggered his bad memories.
Seeing someone throwing countless sabers at him, Cen Yuanqing's teeth chattered. His phobia was about to flare up again.
"No sabers! No sabers! Even if you beat me to death, I'll never refine a saber again! "
"Don't be afraid. There is no knife. Open your eyes and take a good look."
Just as Cen Yuanqing was rolling his eyes, Zhen Xiaoxiao had already grabbed him by the neck and jumped high into the air. With a sweep of his leg, he knocked down the black shadow. As he passed over its head, he didn't forget to backhandedly stab the crocodile demon's teeth, piercing through its head.
When the morning light shone diagonally from the horizon, a strong stench of blood rushed into his nostrils. Cen Yuanqing bravely opened his eyes and saw that the thing that Zhen Xiaoxiao stabbed to the ground wasn't a swordsman with a hundred blades, but a giant centipede with countless silver sickle legs.
Its scythe-like feet looked like sharp weapons in the haze of the half-dawn.
This time, the two of them had entered the lair of the Black Sand Venomous Centipede.
This kind of venomous creature was huge and liked water. The sand it spat out could be used to create storms and traps. On its own, it was far stronger than the Long Chen Wasps. It was just that its population density was lower, and it didn't have the nasty habit of tearing people apart in just a few seconds.
However, he was still a formidable opponent.
"I'm done. You go all-out … roast the meat!"
Dispelling all the negative emotions in his heart, Cen Yuanqing finally recovered his heroic appearance. Holding a broken flute in each hand, he helped Zhen Xiaoxiao carve out a bloody path through the Black Sand Venomous Centipede.
He knew that only Zhen Xiaoxiao could finish cooking the venomous food would he be able to reverse this predicament of being pursued from behind and obstructed by beasts in front.
Zhen Xiaoxiao nodded his head, watching as the Ground Fire Lizard meat was about to be cooked.
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