After awakening the evil god, it was marked

Seeing this familiar scene, Yan Zhijin was a little dazed.

Time seemed to go back half a year ago, when Yan Hui was just a big black snake.

During this period of time, Yan Hui had always conjured up a fake snake that was exactly the same as it and stayed in the breeding room instead of him. Although Yan Zhijin also came in every day, he never felt such a surge of emotion.

The snake slowly swam over from a distance and swept up the fallen leaves on the ground.

He raised his upper body, showed his sharp fangs at the others behind Yan Zhijin, and let out a threatening sound like cold wind from his mouth.

He Jiayun took a step back, swallowed, and said with a dry smile: "Its temper is still so big."

Zhou Hanguang straightened the folds on his sleeves and said, "Don't worry about it. His bad temper just stimulates the discharge of venom."

He Jiayun shrunk his neck and said, "But I think it might not be injecting poison into the measuring cup, but injecting poison into our necks."

Fang Mian still looked calm, arranged for them to check the equipment and equipment, and prepared to get started.

The snake squashed its neck, twisted its body, and the scales and fallen leaves rubbed against each other to make a rapid and irritable sound.

He Jiayun put down the utensil, rubbed his arms, and said, "It really has a bad temper today! Could it be that it knew we were coming to get the poison?"

Everyone was in a dilemma, Yan Zhijin stood on tiptoe, touched the top of the snake's head, and said, "You go out first, I will do it myself."

"It's too difficult." Zhou Hanguang objected first, "It's very difficult for you to complete the whole process by yourself. Moreover, it is obviously very aggressive today, if something happens."

Yan Zhijin repeated: "I will do it myself."

Snake lowered his head, rubbed the top of his head on his palm docilely, and glanced at Zhou Hanguang, as if he disliked him.

The veins on Zhou Hanguang's forehead popped out. Fortunately, even if Fang Mian and He Jiayun held him back, otherwise he might have quarreled with the snake right away.

Fang Mian was still gentle and gentle, and said, "Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

After speaking, he called everyone else to go out.

Even if he didn't want to, Zhou Hanguang was still pulled out.

He glared at Black Snake bitterly, and muttered in a volume that only he could hear: "Teacher, I will try to prove to you that I can be your reliable right-hand man."

Drug collection is generally in a special room.

But the snake obviously didn't want to leave this familiar room.He lay prone on a large rock, stretching his body lazily.

"Don't you think the top is dirty?" Yan Zhijin asked casually while preparing the utensils.

The snake shook its head, then lay down again.

He lay on the ground for a few seconds, then suddenly bounced off the rock and rubbed against the wall.

Yan Zhijin stopped what he was doing: "What are you doing?"

"You think I'm dirty." The snake said while rubbing, "I'm rubbing."

"..." Yan Zhijin rubbed his temples, waved to him, and said, "Come here, I don't think you're dirty."

The snake ran over again and rolled on his white clothes.

Since he is a very long and relatively thick snake, this gesture, which is considered cute by other animals, on him is like struggling with its tail being held down by a stone.

"Okay, inject the poison." Yan Zhijin grabbed his head and stuck his teeth on the edge of the measuring cup.

The snake rubbed against the rim of the measuring cup for a long time before squeezing out a little bit.

Yan Zhijin took the measuring cup under the light to look at it, smelled it again, and finally confirmed: "This is saliva. Where's your poison?"

The snake hummed and chirped: "Snakes only inject poison when they are in danger or when they want to hunt."

"You weren't like this before."

"There was stimulation before."

Yan Zhijin thought about it too, before taking the poison in front of other people's eyes, so he must deliberately stimulate it.It's just that he didn't expect that those things could really irritate Yan Zhen.

"Then follow me to the next room, where there are special instruments to arouse your desire to attack."

"Those things don't scare me." Black Snake shook his tail.

"It was those stimuli that were used before."

"It's different." The black snake crawled along the line of his back to his shoulders, put his chin on his shoulders, and spat out a cool letter to his neck, "It wasn't those things that I used to rely on."

His eyes turned into a thin straight line, and he wrapped his body around Yan Zhijin's waist silently.

"What do you want to do?" Yan Zhijin asked calmly.

"Snakes not only secrete venom when they are in danger," the snake slowly blew cool air, and its slender letter coiled in the air, "there are also times when it intends to prey."

"You want me to play your food."

The snake nodded with satisfaction.

"Do you think I am willing to be your food?" Yan Zhijin didn't mean to panic at all.

"You don't need to be willing," Snake raised his head, his eyes sparkled with excitement, "It's better to say, this is better."

Yan Zhijin looked at him as if he had taken stimulants, and said coldly, "Your behavior makes me think there is something wrong with you."

"Really?" The snake circled around him, its scales rubbing against his clothes to form thin wrinkles.

His ultimate goal is the sweet-smelling glands on the back of Yan Zhijin's neck.

He pretended to use the letter to detect the temperature of Zhijin's nose, rubbed his chin against his hair, lowered his head abruptly, and opened his mouth to the fragile and attractive neck.

Yan Zhijin grabbed his neck accurately and quickly, and knocked his teeth against the edge of the measuring cup: "Inject the poison."

The black snake twisted its tail aggrievedly, and shot a layer of transparent venom towards the bottom of the measuring cup.

Yan Zhijin waited for him to finish injecting the poison, picked up the measuring cup and shook it, frowned and asked, "Is there only so much?"

The snake lay weakly on his arm and said, "That's all."

"The amount of venom you used for the first time was obviously very large, breaking the record of existing snakes."

"Because it's the first time, I'm more excited."

"There are quite a few in the back." Yan Zhijin pointed to the scale on the measuring cup, "Do you think you can compare with the Gabon viper now? You may not even be able to compare with the original spearhead."

The snake said unwillingly: "Then you go and study their toxins. I only excrete so much at a time."

After he spoke, his tail was raised, a little proud: "If you want to continue your research, you must take fresh venom every day. Every time you take venom, you must help me detoxify."

Yan Zhijin put down the measuring cup, sighed sullenly, and asked, "Is there something wrong with your health?"

"Huh?" The snake wagged its tail, "I'm fine."

"I thought that your single detoxification amount should match your body type," Yan Zhijin said, "I didn't expect that you would be so weak in this regard."

Snake straightened his upper body abruptly, with fighting spirit in his eyes: "I'm weak?"

Yan Zhijin shook the measuring cup, and said word by word, clearly: "You are weak."

"How can I be weak?" The snake twisted its body aggressively and wanted to inject venom into the measuring cup.

He lowered his head halfway, suddenly realized something, and retracted hesitantly.

"You intentionally drained so little poison," Yan Zhijin seemed to be able to see through his heart, every word was sonorous and forceful, "You also designed this time to get poison. You tampered with our records on the amount of poison used, and Hiding the remaining venom and forcing us to take it. Why are you doing this?"

The snake held its head high so that no one could easily see its eyes.His tail is raised, wagging, and knotted, and it can be seen that he is engaged in a violent psychological struggle.

"I just want to spend more time alone with you." The black snake finally lowered its tail quietly.