Chapter 424: Who is who?

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At this time, Qin Lang’s ruthlessness is to make his blood become highly toxic. For those who have no toxic body, it is the most powerful weapon and the strongest poison. Now Qin Lang Can't move, but he still has a powerful attack xing, still the most poisonous poison!
Hey! Hey!
The old monk swallowed a few mouthfuls of blood from Qin Lang. This blood should have been the most delicious, but as Qin Lang thought, his blood is not so easy to digest. Although this old monk is a poisonous person, it is a poisonous person who has been refined in the day after tomorrow. Compared with the non-phase poison of Qin Lang, it is still a world of difference, so he sucked the blood of Qin Lang, which is tantamount to drinking and quenching thirst!
"Hey!~ Hey!~"
Sure enough, after the old monk drank a few bites of blood from Qin Lang, he suddenly gave a painful sorrow. The blood of Qin Lang was just a poison for him. He could ignore the poison of the mountain squirrel and the golden scorpion, but sucked. The blood of Qin Lang, but there is no blessing. Although the poisoned person's perception of pain is very weak, but this pain comes from his stomach and from his internal organs, it can be said that it is painful, even if this poisonous person can not bear it!
In the sorrow, this old monk finally let go of Qin Lang, which allowed Qin Lang to gasp, and quickly moved away from the old guy. Just for Qin Lang, it was like a wandering from the ghost gate, and it was the most horrible The ghost gate is closed, because he was almost eaten by the old monk!
"The donor...the donor, save me..."
At this time, Qin Lang’s mind suddenly sounded an old voice.
"There are no other people here, where is the voice?" Qin Lang couldn't help but be surprised, but he was also a person who had seen the world, not being scared, but his eyes on this poisonous person.
This poisonous population is still sorrowful. Is this voice from him?
"The donor... is me, please save me, let the impoverishment be freed." This sound is really sent out by the poisonous person, but it is not from his mouth, but his jing power! His thoughts!
"Is this old monster's cultivation not only Tongxuan, but beyond the realm of Tong Xuan, reaching the level of 'Wu Xuan'?" Qin Lang's heart was once again stunned. Qin Lang once listened to the old poison and talked about the jing power, and personally I realized that the jing power of the old poison entered the situation in my mind, so he is no stranger to this situation.
In this situation, Qin Lang stabilized his mind for the first time, so as not to be influenced by the other party, and then said to the old monster: "Let me save you, you just want to eat me! Oh, you really thought that I Can you be like a Buddha – don’t you feed your eagle? If I had that consciousness, I would have joined you forever.

"The donor... my mind has been controlled by the locusts in my brain until I have just drunk the blood of the donor. The poisonous xing has suppressed the locusts, and my mind has been awake, so only the donor can Save me, ask the donor to be merciful. If you save the poor, the poor must be grateful to Dade." The old monk said very sincerely.
"Let me save you? Hey, how can I save you?" Qin Lang asked. "What if you wake up and kill me or eat?"
"The donor can rest assured that how poor can be such a gracious person, the donor is also a martial artist, and I think you will use a silver needle. At this time, the locust is injured by poison gas. I feel that its position is Near the Baihui point in the brain, you can pierce the silver needle into the Baihui hole, you can hold it, and you will be relieved of poverty. You must be grateful to you," said the old monk.
"Hundreds of points? Well, I know the location." Qin Lang said, "Just, the head points must be carefully used with needles. You said that there are mites in your brain? What is this locust?"
Of course, Qin Lang is stunned and confused. What is the locust, Qin Lang knows better than anyone else. However, this old monk's origins are very strange. Without knowing the details of the other party, Qin Lang will not be bad. For Buddhism, Qin Lang knows very little, but when Qin Lang mentions Buddhism, old poisons often say:
"The vultures are damn!"
Qin Lang did not know whether the old poisons were so evaluated because the Buddha had a holiday with the Buddha, but Qin Lang still had to be careful in the face of the Buddha. After all, he was a poisonous sect, and he was a demon in the eyes of the Buddha and Taoism. Therefore, even if it is a heart of harm, but the heart of the people is indispensable. Why did the old monk have a locust in his mind? Qin Lang felt that there was a relationship between the and the poison sect, but now he does not say it, but instead takes the opportunity to speak.
"Oh, you may not know, this locust is a poisonous insect that will parasitize in the head of the human body, which is very painful, but just the donor poisons you to suppress it, so please kill it, Let the poor get rid of it." The old monk is sincere and looks like a sorghum.
However, Qin Lang knew that the old monk was lying. What a monk does not swear, it seems to be fake. The old monk naturally knew what the locust could do, but he deliberately did not tell Qin Lang.
Only in this way, Qin Lang can be sure that this old monk is not really sorghum.
However, Qin Lang did not show it, and was slightly surprised to look like: "I don't think there is such a bug? Hey, it is a hundred points, are you sure? Will it not adversely affect you?"
"No! No! Don't you do it!" The old monk turned out to be anxious.
"Well, I will use the needle." Qin Lang said.
"Good! Good!" The old monk said with some excitement that his expression was not like relief, but it was like escape. That's right, it's like feeling of escape from a prison.
Qin Lang pierced the three silver needles at the same time as the old monk Baihui points. After a while, he said: "Master, the insects in your head should be dead?"
"Oh... I look, good! Good! Good!" The old monk even said three good words, because he finally could not feel the existence of this bug in his head, he finally got rid of it!
"Since the master's ills have been lifted, then I will leave." Qin Lang is ready to leave.
"The donor please wait." The old monk smiled and said, "The donor has solved this ill for me. The poor should thank the donor well."
"No," Qin Lang said. "We meet here, it is a fate. Isn't it a matter of chance? I think this is what we call the opportunity."
"Yes, it is indeed a chance, but it is not your chance, but my, oh..." The old monk suddenly laughed, and the smile seemed yin horror.