"Be careful!" A few steps away, Li Sinian yelled, his forehead stretched with blue veins, and his eyes flushed.

Fang Daichuan opened his eyes abruptly, the dying manpower was so terrifying, Fang Daichuan didn't even react for a while, staring at the syringe, it hit him!

Li Sinian's heartbeat stopped instantaneously, and then burst instantly, he jumped, and the tiger rushed towards Yang Song like a tiger. Yang Song turned his head, with a weird curl on the corner of his mouth, whether he was crying or laughing.

"Bang"!

Yang Song twisted and nailed the syringe into Li Sinian's shoulder!

The modified syringe pillow has the thickness of the steel needle to accommodate the sole, and a finger-long cold needle is firmly nailed into the bone gap of Li Sinian's left shoulder, stuck between the coracoid process and the acromion!

"Uh..." Li Sinian cried out in pain, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth forcibly through a wave of pain, barely pulling Yang Song away from Fang Daichuan, and the cold sweat on his forehead instantly dripped. His whole left bladder was useless, and he was sour and numb and pained fiercely, and his left hand could no longer exert any strength.

Fang Daichuan's mind was blank. He yelled, pounced and pushed Yang Song out with a palm.

Yang Song exhausted his strength and was pushed out five or six meters away. He slammed his head against a thick tree before he stopped moving slightly. She panted with big mouths, raised her head and laughed "hehe", her laughter was out of breath, her laughter grew louder and weird. She still held the empty syringe in her hand, but the needle had been broken in Li Sinian's shoulder.

Fang Daichuan rushed to Li Sinian, his eyes blurred, his eyes seemed to be flooded, springs flooded, and the water mist covered his pupils, and he couldn't see clearly.

Li Sinian clenched his right fist tightly, and his body was convulsive with pain, and the blue veins on his forehead bounced and shook, like a swing. Fang Daichuan squeezed his right hand and shouted: "You hold on! Nian brother, hold on!"

Yang Song shook his shoulders and smiled, shaking so that the branches and leaves of the tree behind him were shaking. She was smiling, and foaming with blood was constantly pouring from her mouth.

Li Sinian buckled his right hand back, breaking Fang Daichuan's hand with each finger, clasping his fingers tightly. He was so painful that he couldn't speak, and he kept panting, trying to resist the pain that grinds into the bones.

"Don't worry... die... can't die..." Li Sinian struggling to raise his head, shook his head hard, threw out all the drops of water on his forehead and eyelashes, and raised his eyes anxiously to look up at Fang Daichuan's side. face.

Fang Daichuan cried very painfully.

His entire face was wrinkled together, red and swollen right now, Li Sinian was anxious to speak, but couldn't speak for a while, panting helplessly, struggling hard.

"I'm going to kill her, I'm going to kill her!!!" Fang Daichuan watched as Li Sinian was tossing around, dripping with cold sweat, clenching his fist, the joints were squeezed and squeezed out of his teeth. The word comes.

He suddenly got up and stood, bullying himself in Yang Song's direction.

Yang Song's head was tilted at a strange angle, his body stuck on the trunk, and he giggled: "Since I hit this island, I have never seen you look like this."

"Whatever you say, anyway, you won't see anything anymore." Fang Daichuan's voice was so painful that it was so painful that the sea water poured in, and his blood was so cold that it condensed into ice. He approached Yang Song step by step.

"Listen to me, Fang Daichuan!" Li Sinian struggled and shouted behind him, so hard that his nails were firmly embedded in his flesh, "You stand still! Listen to me!"

Fang Daichuan turned around and glanced at him, standing between him and Yang Song.

Li Sinian was also anxious, cold sweat ran down his forehead across his eyes, like a tear.

"The venom tube is empty! You can't die! You **** come back to me!"

There was a rolling thunder in the distance.

"Trust me, Sister Chuan," Li Sinian said with a strong smile. "A certain amount of snake venom is injected to death. Even if the cobra venom kills an adult, it takes 4 to 8 grams. Chuan'er,...you Come back, you believe me. You can't die."

Can't die, just pain.

Even if it is a slight non-lethal dose, the blood reaction is the same when it enters the human body. Blood clotting, kidney bleeding, fever, crazy sweating, these reactions are many. When the human body’s health and immunity are strong, it may be easy to carry it. Li Si had just been poisoned a few days ago, lacking doctors and medicines, and suffering from a high fever for 24 hours. Now this level is not easy to support.

But he did not dare to tell Fang Daichuan that he was afraid that Fang Daichuan would be angry for a while, and his hands would really be bloodied. It's okay to get blood, but he can't bear it.

When Fang Daichuan heard him say this, he completely recovered. He stood where he choked twice, and his original sharp and tyrannical aura instantly disappeared. It was really scared, Fang Daichuan thought, but he was sweating all over his back when he was topping the cold rain.

He walked over, bent down, and half-dragd Li Sinian from the ground and half-carried.

Li Sinian's face was pale, and his entire left arm was drooping to his side, unable to move.

"Let's go back and let them die." Fang Daichuan sniffed and held Li Sinian in his arms. When passing by Yang Song, he didn't even look at her.

"Li Sinian is a boss. He came to watch us kill each other." Yang Song laughed lowly behind them.

Fang Daichuan stopped for a moment, and said coldly without looking back: "It's all dead, it's up to you."

Word by word, utterly sound.

In front of Li Sinian's room, Fang Daichuan shook his fingers and brushed a few times before opening the door.

He carefully helped Li Sinian onto the bed, holding a table knife from the kitchen in his hand, the slender neck of the wine bottle was knocked open on the wine rack, and the amber liquor spilled a layer of honey on the tip of the knife. .

Li Sinian looked at his busy figure and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for a fart! Stupid!" Fang Daichuan was crying as he washed the knives with wine. He raised his arm and rubbed his eyes vigorously with his arm. The sound of crying and desperate sniffing were all in the curse. "Kick her away. Okay, why do you pounce on it? Do you think you are Iron Man? The flesh can withstand the needle? What if it stabs me?! You know you won't die, who will endure it? Why stop it!"

Li Sinian smiled tremblingly: "I was in a hurry...forgot...I just remembered it when I plunged in, so I won't die."

Fang Daichuan stopped his hand movement and he understood. No matter how much Li Sinian had done, he couldn't think of the relationship between dose and death at that moment. He threw the knife and turned away and cried.

Li Sinian stretched out his only right hand and touched the top of his hair. With cold sweat on his hands, he touched his clammy hands again: "Don't cry... ugly crying."

Fang Daichuan's red eyes stared, and he couldn't wait to pounce on him. His eyes were blood quenched, like a young wolf, fierce and pitiful.

The fifth night broke through my length... This night is too long...