Bai Jing thought that the High Priest doted on Si Yan the most, and as long as Si Yan was infected, the High Priest would definitely find a way to save her! In that case, he would be saved.

He didn't want to die!

He can't die!!!

But he didn't expect that.

The high priest has been working hard.

Si Yan has also been working hard.

In fact, Si Yan was also a significant contributor to the development of an antidote for the plague!

If she falls ill, it will be of no benefit to research into a cure for the plague!

The snake-beastman unleashed a slash of snake scales, which seemed to slit his throat.

"Si Yan!!"

Si Yan was still standing there, her leg had just been cut and she had just been infected, so she didn't feel much yet.

"Si Yan, how are you? How are you?" The cold-blooded snake beastman grabbed Si Yan and, amidst the white eagle beastman's helplessness and panic, instantly led Si Yan out of the place where plague patients were being treated.

On the open grassland, the little snake beastman parted Si Yan's legs and began sucking on the wound inflicted by the white eagle beastman.

Cool lips pressed against her calf.

"Nonsense!" Si Yan pushed him away. "Don't do this, you'll catch it!"

The little snake-beastman acted as if he hadn't heard, sucking it out and then spitting it out.

"Nonsense!!"

The little snake-man suddenly looked up, his face terrifying. "Don't speak."

Si Yan was frightened. She quietly leaned against the big tree and watched him suck the blood from her wound.

But can this foul smell be absorbed?

The plague spread quickly; before the sun had even set, Si Yan felt itchy all over.

She dared not return to the tree hollow, so the snake led her to her little wooden house.

Next to the small wooden house, the cold-blooded serpent beastman had already built a relatively large wooden house. He carried Si Yan into the wooden house and placed her on the wooden plank bed on the roof.

Si Yan's cheeks felt slightly warm. She had developed a low-grade fever, was somewhat drowsy, and had a faint sense of consciousness.

"Pretty girl..."

Snake Wang frowned.

who?

"Little beauty..."

The little snake-beastman's thin lips were pursed into a line.

The person she wanted was not him.

never mind.

He's just unlucky.

He went out of the wooden house and used the stones outside to dig out a stone pot and a stone bowl.

After spending time with Si Yan, he has become proficient in using fire.

So he used the white sweet potatoes from the field and the meat he had hunted to make soup.

After cooking, he poured the soup into a stone bowl, then used his claws to cut his palm and squeezed out a few drops of blood.

He returned to the room, and Si Yan seemed to be slightly awake.

One or two small red blisters appeared on her waist.

Wang lowered his eyes slightly, pretending not to see, and walked over.

"Si Yan, have something to drink."

Si Yan slowly sat up. Her lips were a little pale, and she shook her head.

"I have no appetite."

The little snake-beastman stared at her, a rare moment of patience on his face.

"I've been brewing this for so long, aren't you going to drink any of it?"

Si Yan turned her head and looked at She Wang.

He tried to suck the fluid from her wound, but it was no use; she was already infected, and it might even have affected him.

He even went to great lengths to prepare food for her...

Although she had no appetite, she didn't want to waste his efforts.

She took the stone bowl and drank a little. She frowned. "Wang, the soup tastes fishy."

The snake-beastman said, "Perhaps the blood from the meat wasn't completely removed. You don't like it? If you don't, then throw it away."

Si Yan immediately shook her head and gulped it all down.

After drinking it, I felt nauseous.

The lean snake-beastman sat beside her, gently combing her back.

"Will I die?" Si Yan was a little confused.

She wanted to be a good person like Bai Feng. But being a good person is so hard.

She was wholeheartedly trying to make medicine for the plague and wanted to see how everyone was doing, but she was maliciously infected.

“You will not die,” the snake-beastman said.

Si Yan asked him softly, "Why do you say I won't die? So many orcs have died from the plague."

The snake-beastman threatened her, "Did you know? Snake gall can be used as an antidote. If you feel unwell, you can dig out my gall and eat it!"

Si Yan was terrified by his appearance. She waved her arms and yelled, "Don't scare me!"

She snapped out of her daze and looked again; the snake-beastman had already left the room.

Si Yan leaned against the bed, pursing her lips. She was both afraid of dying and worried about whether she had been infected with the snake demon.

She was timid and very fragile when she had a fever; she hugged her knees and started sobbing.

The snake came in carrying fruit.

"Why are you crying? You look awful."

"Waaah, you're so cute..."

"..."

"What?"

Si Yan hugged his slender waist, "Waaaaah, my little beauty."

"………………?"

The little snake's lips twitched. "So, Little Pretty is me?"

Si Yan was a little scared by his fierceness and nodded.

The little snake-beastman was speechless.

I seem less angry now, but then I feel even angrier again.

...

The news that Si Yan had been maliciously infected spread quickly.

At the same time, news also spread that the cold-blooded snake beastman behind Si Yan had killed a male beastman from White Eagle City.

Inside Bai Kui's cave, Bai Kui angrily exclaimed, "What did you say? You said Si Yan killed my brother?"

"Damn it! I didn't even bother with her, I even gave up on the High Priestess. Why, why did she kill my brother?!"

"Bai Jing is dead, Bai Kui, what should we do?" Bai Kui's brothers asked.

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