I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

Chapter 91

"If I had held his hand at that time, maybe things would have changed."

[If I had held the hand of the hero at that time...]

"That happened ten years ago." The brown-haired man lowered his head, "I have regretted it until now."

Flillian hugged her legs and squatted on the ground, and said "Hmm--", as if she had heard it.

"Why are you telling me this?"

The brown-haired man turned his head, "Our village is about to have a harvest festival."

"My brother asked me to come to the forest to pick wild vegetables and bring them back to cook, and then I..."

As the man was talking, his body tilted and made a puffing sound.

In a blink of an eye, he sank, as if he was trapped in a quagmire, "I'm trapped in a bottomless swamp."

He stretched out his hand to Fulillian, "I... am finished."

The man was still sinking.

[Puff, I was wondering why Fulillian would squat on the ground with her legs hugged, and listen carefully to a strange man's chatter. ]

[Ah... you two are too stable. ]

[The victim's emotions began to fluctuate~]

"But... as long as you hold my hand..." The man said to Fulilian with a sweaty face and trembling hands.

"Maybe there will be changes."

[Hahahaha, I laughed so hard, it was so sudden. ]

[Hahaha, he was so calm before. ]

[What an enviable mental state. ]

[Her hands were shaking with excitement]

Fulilian's expression remained unchanged, she squatted on the ground with her legs hugged and said, "Wait a minute."

"Let me be entangled for a while."

The background music was extremely funny.

[She was actually picking grass that had been picked not long ago beside her without any harm. ]

"It has come to this point, what else is there to be entangled about." The man frowned and seemed to be panicked.

[Hahaha, you know it's this point now! Why didn't I see you frowning when I was telling the story just now! ]

[I laughed so hard that I was so calm before. ]

[I suddenly found that everyone here is very stable! 】

"Your hands are too dirty." Fulilian didn't want to touch them.

The man's outstretched hands were covered with a lot of black mud. He closed his eyes and frowned. He kept sinking, and the swamp had already covered his chest.

"Now is definitely not the time to mind such things."

The man's hands were shaking, "And little sister..."

[I'm dying of laughter, little sister. ]

["Little Sister"]

"Adults... are dirty." The man sank, and the swamp swallowed his neck, leaving only his head outside.

'Hmm--' Fulilian closed her eyes, "This is the first time I've met a dirty adult on the physical level."

[Puff, hahaha, Fulilian, are you really a little sister? ]

"Can you give me a little more time?"

"Let me recall the "magic to pull people out of the bottomless swamp." ”

[Does this magic exist?]

“Then please hurry up… Is that okay…” the man said with a wry smile.

“Let me think…”

As Fulilian was talking, a purple-haired figure appeared behind her.

[I have foreseen another wise saying and scene to be born (doge).]

“Ms. Fulilian, have you purchased herbs?” Philen asked with a smile.

“Oh, I remember.”

Hearing Fulilian say this, Philen said ‘Hmm?’ in confusion.

Then he heard.

‘Pop——’, as if something was pulled out.

[It always feels like the sound of pulling out a toilet plunger.]

[Pop~ Pulling out a carrot?]

“Just send me here.” "The man was covered in mud that had dried on his clothes. He turned around and thanked the person behind him.

[Po should be the sound of coming out of the mud.]

[Is there really such magic?]

The village buildings can be seen.

Behind him.

"Ms. Fulilian is sorry for causing you trouble." Philen sent the person here and bowed his head to apologize.

"It's okay." The man looked at Philen and raised his hand to show that he didn't mind.

"She saved my life after all."

"No, I will..." Philen frowned and said: "I will scold her severely."

Fulilian took a deep breath and said "Hu——", and her expression immediately changed to =w=.

Behind him, Hugh Tark frowned and looked at Fulilian helplessly, "I don't care. ”

【This little expression is hahahahaha.】

【Hahaha cute.】

【Fei's mom is online.】

【Fei Lun is the head of the family.】

“Let's not talk about this for now. Are you really not going to come to the village to sit down?” The man asked Fulilian and the other two, “Although we are preparing for the Harvest Festival and are quite busy, at least I can thank you.”

Fulilian said: “We want to replenish supplies.”

“We have to go to a larger city today.”

“Is that so? Then be careful.” The man stopped forcing her and reminded: “There are quite a few nearbyDangerous, poisonous creatures."

Flillian said "Hmm" and turned away.

"Got it." Hugh Tark smiled.

Phelan bowed to thank him and followed him away.

[Poisonous creatures?]

[If nothing unexpected happened, something unexpected happened.]

"Crack——" When Hugh Tark stretched out his hand to pick the fruit from the tree, he was bitten on the wrist by a dark green snake hanging on the tree.

"Ah——" Hugh Tark's face was sweating, "I was bitten."

Hugh Tark turned his head and said to Fulillian and Phelan.

"Ah? Bitten?" Phelan turned his head.

"I told you to be careful, what are you doing? Really." Fulillian turned her head and complained.

"Anyway, stop the bleeding first." Phelan looked at Hugh Tark.

"Ah——" Hugh Tark squinted his eyes and touched the liquid left in his nose, "The nosebleed is flowing out. ”

[It’s poisonous.]

[I remember he just said he knew it and I laughed my ass off.]

[He’s really stable.]

Xiutark wiped his nosebleed with a handkerchief, Philen was bandaging Xiutark’s arm, and Fulilian was behind him, releasing blue healing magic with both hands.

“Analyzing the type of toxin is a monk’s magic, and I’m not good at it.” Fulilian said.

[He’s really stable.]

“I’ve never seen this kind of reaction, and I’m afraid the antidote on my hand won’t work.” Fulilian crossed her hands, “It’s better to go to the church.”

“Philen.” Fulilian looked at Philen, “How long can the flying magic last?”

It’s definitely not possible to let Xiutark go by himself. If the poison spreads, it will be troublesome.

“Flying magic consumes a lot of energy, maybe thirty minutes at most.” Philen replied.

Xiutark stretched out his hand, covered his nose and looked at his hand.

Flilian said with a worried tone, “It’s not possible to fly to the city in thirty minutes. ”

“Let’s go back to the village we were in.”

“I’ll move Hugh Tark.”

[Move.]

Hugh Tark felt that he was fine. He thought that Fulilian underestimated his physique, “It’s too much of a fuss.”

“I’m fine.”

Hugh Tark smiled and said, “Master also said that if you are poisoned, you can survive it with your aura.”

While speaking, blood kept flowing from Hugh Tark’s nose.