If the Little Snake King scolds him, the "medicine" will be extremely bitter, so bitter that even the usually calm Little Snake King can't keep his composure.
If the little snake king hadn't saved the person in time, the wound would have been deeper, the bleeding would have been more severe, and the person would have received prolonged treatment and had to have some particularly painful "medicine" applied, which would have been incredibly miserable.
In short, Baza was destined to be known as a quack doctor. Although the little snake king disliked him at every turn and would look at him with contempt, his disdain was obvious. However, he never said a word and silently endured it, just like a loving person.
That's not quite right. It should be said that he was magnanimous and had a love for talent. Because Bazaar was still useful, he let him do whatever he wanted.
In short, setting aside their identities, the two might actually become partners and grow old together.
Unfortunately, factions determine everything. The Little Snake King was not a strongman from any other tribe. He was sent by the alien race to invade the orc world and was one of the enemies of the primeval forest.
Their identities doomed them to a dead end.
The snake's eyes widened, a hint of surprise appearing unexpectedly within them. The little snake king tightened its coils around its body, holding onto Baza tightly.
The bazaar struggled violently, the transformer made a hissing sound as it couldn't bear the weight, sparks flew everywhere, and the pillar swayed as if it might fall at any moment.
"Don't move." The little snake king's eyes returned, and in just a moment he accepted that the person who wanted him dead was Baza. It seemed that he had guessed it long ago, yet it also seemed that he hadn't. He didn't have any objection to this, and it was so easy that his expression didn't even change much.
Bang!
Cement fell from the pillar and smashed onto the fan surface, hissing as the swirl vane spouted, and the massive cement structure was quickly reduced to nothing.
If a person were to fall, the same thing would probably happen.
"So ugly," the little snake king said again. "Dying like this must be very ugly."
Click!
One section of the pillar, which lacked concrete protection, could not withstand the weight of the little snake king. The golden steel gradually twisted and fell a distance.
Bazaar was startled when one of his legs was almost completely severed. He quickly pulled his knee up and instinctively began to fear death.
Especially the little snake king's words "So ugly," indeed, dying like that is indeed ugly, missing limbs, with no chance of survival.
But why be so particular when you're about to die?
Because no one truly wants to die; unless they have no other choice, they don't want to die.
"Stop moving around." This pillar is supported by only a few steel wires. His body weighs three to five hundred pounds. It can support him for a while, but it won't last long. The key is that it is shaky and can't withstand the slightest bit of disturbance.
"Later, lie on the ground, cover your head and don't look, it's not nice to hear."
Bazaar was taken aback. "What are you going to do?"
"I'll get you up there." The little snake king's cold eyes remained completely calm.
"I don't want to." Saving him would mean the little snake king would die.
"I won't die, and we'll meet again," the little snake king vowed confidently.
Baza opened his mouth, about to ask why he was being asked to do this, when suddenly everything went black and he was sent flying.
He was following the Little Snake King, so he couldn't be too weak himself. Of course, he had learned some life-saving techniques. He reacted immediately and lay down on the ground, covering his head as the Little Snake King had instructed.
Don't look!
Don't listen!
We'll meet again!
Bang!
The massive pillar crashed onto the fan surface, disrupting the motor's operation and creating countless sparks. Half of the machine was knocked askew, and one fan surface even broke in half. However, it wasn't long before the powerful motor started running again, the propeller wobbling as it worked, and countless streams of blood gushed out, splattering all around, turning the fan surface a blood red.
I won't look, I won't listen, I know we'll meet again someday.
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