Adventure Code

Chapter 463 Swallowing Dan (5)

The "bravery" of the scimitar was like a bolt from the blue to me. The Taoist priest was probably quite scared when he saw the scimitar entering the water, so he dived into the water again.Scimitar was obviously more interested in me, so he didn't care about the Taoist priest, but swam directly towards me, because it was not far away, so he swam to me in less than ten seconds.

I was shocked, and continued to stir the iron chain with all my strength, but the machete's skill was obviously much sharper than that of a Taoist priest, and it could take advantage of loopholes. It seemed that I hadn't completely lost my sanity, and I was able to think. When he was slow, he grabbed the iron chain, and then kicked his legs on the wall, and the whole person rushed in!
The hole is less than one meter in diameter, and a person can't use it at all inside, so the scimitar only came in from the upper body. I pulled out the machete suddenly, almost wanting to chop his head.

In fact, the machete at this time, his facial muscles are thin and bony, so his appearance has changed a lot, but looking at his clothes and clothes, he keeps reminding me that this is my companion who rescued me not long ago .

I found that I couldn't cut through the knife at all, so I gritted my teeth in desperation, turned around and crawled into the hole.

Although the scimitar is fast, it can't be used in this narrow hole, so I quickly distanced myself from him.

It was getting darker and darker, and the outside light couldn't come in at all. I quickly hung up the windproof lighter inside, but the wind was too strong in this hole, and the windproof lighter was still useless.So after climbing a certain distance, when I was about to fall into darkness, I looked at the scimitar crawling in behind me, and I knew that I couldn't go on like this, and it was time to make a decision.

Either he dies or I live.

Immediately, instead of climbing into the cave entrance, I pulled out the machete and waited for him to come over.

Narrow space has the advantage of narrow space. In such an environment, I can actually compete with the current scimitar.

His current situation is exactly the same as that of the Taoist priest in the water. He may have that amazing recovery ability. It is useless to attack other parts, and now he can only shoot his head.

Brother, I'm sorry!
Holding the knife in my hand, I watched the scimitar crawl towards me in the dim light.

Nearly.

closer.

My breathing became more and more rapid, and it was almost uncontrollable. Just when I judged that the distance was about the same and the knife in my hand was about to cut across, the machete suddenly let out a muffled snort.

This sound made my movements involuntarily paused.

Because this voice is different from the one he made when he was mad, but now this voice is more like the voice of a normal person.

After snorting, the scimitar did not move.

Because the light was very dim, I couldn't see the expression of the scimitar. I could only see the person who was crawling forward suddenly shrank back, just like suffering from a rat disease before, and began to twitch non-stop.

I was taken aback for a moment, thinking: Could there be other changes?In order to find out what was going on, I immediately turned my back and lit the lighter in front of me.The flames were blown violently, and with the dancing flames, an astonishing scene appeared.

The skinny scimitar was like blowing up a balloon. The muscles that had shrunk back to fullness at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a few seconds, they returned to their original state, and then stopped twitching. Slowly stretched out.

Swallowing my saliva, I was half surprised and half happy, and said to myself: Is it back to normal, or is it more difficult to deal with?

I thought the scimitar was already a living dead, but now it seems that it is alive?

I tentatively called out: "Brother? Are you still alive?"

Scimitar slowly raised his head, the bloodshot eyes had faded away, and the grayish pupils returned.I breathed a sigh of relief, but I didn't dare to be sure that he was okay, so I didn't drop the machete in my hand.The scimitar lay on the ground, looked up at me, his gaze slowly moved to my hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "You want to kill me?"

As soon as I opened my mouth, I was almost sure that he was fine, so I said, "How can I, self-defense, self-defense, are you okay? Do you remember what happened just now?"

The machete's throat moved, and he got up slowly with his arms propped up, saying: "Remember, I almost killed you."

Not to mention how moved I was, I said, "You just need to remember, I didn't mean to swing the knife at you, and the rating cannot be lowered."

Machete squinted his eyes, sat with his back against the cave wall, panting a bit, and slowly looked at this place with his eyes.I am very curious now, seeing that he seems to be all right, I asked, "How do you feel?"

Scimitar stopped looking at the channel, as if remembering something, and said, "Show it over here."

I squatted and took a step forward, lifted the lighter over, the machete immediately took off my clothes, rolled up the trousers and checked it. It turned out that he had a lot of abscesses on his body, and later he added several wounds when he fought with the feather corpse .

After suddenly losing weight, the bandage that bound his wound fell off, and hung loosely around his waist. Looking along, there were no wounds and abscesses, and the whole person's skin seemed to be reborn.

Scimitar's skin is a relatively normal wheat color at first glance, but now it looks like it has been completely reborn, like a new muscle that has just been born. This kind of white and red skin appears on Machete, not to mention how unsuitable it is.

Although the situation was very weird, I still couldn't help it, and laughed out loud: "Oh, I'm going, this skin is tender, and the girls I've seen around me are no better than you. Let's have a sex reassignment operation after I go back. When I grow up, I will consider marrying you."

Scimitar put on his clothes expressionlessly, his face turned white in more than one shade, and his brows were tightly wrinkled together.Before I finished laughing, he suddenly pulled out the knife from his waist and scratched his chest, creating a wound about three centimeters.

"Cough cough cough..." I laughed halfway, startled by his action, and immediately choked on my own saliva: "...cough cough...you, what are you doing!" Are you planning to do breast augmentation for yourself? Operation?Damn, brother, I didn't expect you to be true love for me!
Scimitar ignored me, but stared down at his bleeding chest, as if waiting for something. After a while, he turned his head and said to me: "The wound has not healed."

I immediately realized why he said that. Since Machete remembered something just now, he obviously knew that he became like a Taoist priest after taking the golden pill.Now that all the wounds on his body and the abscess from rat rot disease have healed, he is probably suspecting that he, like the Taoist priest in the water, also has a strong recovery ability.

Seeing that the wound hadn't healed, I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's best like this, it's better to be normal. If it's not normal, God knows if it will change like before at any time."

(End of this chapter)