"Since you want to die in hardship, should I fulfill you?"

Ling Luoyu was still just teasing, just didn't help, which made Feng Chenglin's heart a little more relaxed.

If these little bugs are really life-threatening, she would have rushed over to help, instead of standing there and talking.

This shows that these little bugs should be killed.

Dingmiao couldn't stand it anymore: "Miss Ling, can we wait for a while if we have anything to say? Even if we scold us, we must have a priority? We are all going to be eaten now..."

He said as he walked towards Ling Luoyu as much as possible.

"They just drink your blood and won't eat your meat. Don't worry, they won't die if they drink a little blood!"

Dingmiao: "..."

It won't die, it won't work!

Blood can't be drunk casually! ?

"Miss Ling, if there is no blood, my head will not work well, then if you want to open the box in the Baohe Temple, you may not remember it!"

"Oh?" Ling Luoyu's eyes faded slightly, "Why, do you know how to open that box?"

"do not know"

"Then you still say?"

"I don't know for the time being, and it doesn't mean that I will never know. That is something made by our Miao family. Anyway, I am also the person most likely to open..."

Before the words fell, Ling Luoyu appeared in front of him, raised his hand, and a touch of white powder instantly hit his face.

Before he could react, he was spilled all over.

Dingmiao was still talking, but he didn't avoid it in time, and even his mouth was sprinkled.

With horror in my heart, I quickly vomited: "Bah, baah, what is this?"

A salty taste spread in the mouth.

His expression changed suddenly: "This is... Yanba?"

Otherwise, how can there be any white medicine that can kill people so quickly?

Ling Luoyu didn't speak, and raised his hand again, sprinkling the white powder on Fengchenglin.

Wherever the white powder passed, the small black bugs scattered in an instant.

But there are still a lot of little bugs rushing up one after another.

"Do it yourself!"

Ling Luoyu threw a salt bag over.

"Put these salt on the wound..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Sprinkle salt on the wound? !

Isn't this torture?

Dingmiao's face turned dark for an instant: "Ling...Miss Ling..."

Feng Chenglin's palm is better, but his arm is half!

If this is sprinkled with salt! ?

Dingmiao couldn't even think about it!

Ling Luoyu looked sideways: "These little bugs are similar to leeches, but they are mutants, so they are more powerful than them and can hurt people... However, they are afraid of salt as their nature, so salt is the best way to restrain them. The way!"

Seeing Feng Chenglin and Dongmiao holding Yanbana hesitantly, they suddenly rolled their eyes.

"Anyway, at present, I know this method. If you believe it, you can use it. If you don't believe it... I can't do it either. Do you like it!"

Holding the torch, she turned around leisurely and walked away.

Fengchenglin and Dingmiao couldn't help but glance at each other--

"Do you need it?"

"use!"

The two cheered each other up, gritted their teeth and sprinkled salt on the wound.

Feng Chenglin was okay, his whole body trembled in pain, but Dingmiao kept howling like a pig.

"what"

The wound encountered salt, it was painful.

However, as the wound was covered with salt, the little black bugs stopped rushing up frantically.