You press the wound with one hand and aim the dagger carefully at the insect that is drilling out of the flesh with the other hand.
They both dodged.
Blood flowed from the wound, but it seemed as if nothing was moving inside.
Meanwhile, Mo Qin was still dodging and cutting the vines.
You seem to know a lot about that world, and the range of strange things is very wide, from inanimate objects to living things to every kind of experience.
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On the shore, under the exposed rocks are piles of cut vines. When the vines are first cut, they will still wriggle a few times, but they will slowly become plump, dark red moisture will precipitate from them, and the vines will gradually become mature.
Takiying lifted up his sleeve, revealing the wound under his arm.
I touched my arm and asked, "How is it? Are you hurt?"
Takiying had just been injured by these vines underwater, and he managed to avoid them without much embarrassment.
Mo Qin did not dare to delay and quickly caught up with Long Ying who was trapped by the vines, and pulled him to swim towards the lake.
The robes under the two men were almost soaked. The robes were originally waterproof, but because of the attack of these vines, the clothes were not damaged, and even the defensive spells cast underneath were ineffective.
The vines, having lost their target, returned to the surface of the lake, stirring aimlessly for a few seconds beneath the surface before reluctantly retracting to the surface.
Even in such a critical moment, I still found time to make a hand gesture, cast a cleansing spell on myself, transformed myself, and changed my clothes.
There are lines of bruises running across my upper arms, and underneath these lines are wounds of varying sizes.
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