Moreover, according to the ancient records, the iron wire Jin Ge is as hard as iron and as flexible as rope leaves can be used as medicine to treat rheumatism, etc. Is this plant amazing? Yang Muyu was a hundred to ten thousand years old! I didn’t pay much attention to it when I said it. Now I see this vine, and I can also judge whether it is an ancient record-iron wire and golden ivy

Looking at the man hanging on the surface by the light of the night beads, what do you think of those vines? It seems that they are naturally caught in the "man" and grow into this kind of feeling. It is more strange than if the purpose of these vines is to hang him on the surface, and the man hangs him from the tree to be eaten by rain, wind and sunlight.
Yang Muyu couldn’t tell why he had such a strange idea. If this vine is really an iron wire, how many years has that man been hanging here? Didn’t the body rot long ago, even the bones rotted? How can it remain intact?
Although he can’t see clearly the face of "the man", he feels that he should have died recently.
Don’t want to be so much, holding a dagger, Yang Muyu slammed it at the vine again, but it was still as if the dagger had just been cut off. I didn’t cut off the root and looked at it carefully, but the fingers were thick and thin.
"It’s amazing? Won’t it really be a wire? " Yang Muyu andao immediately put away the dagger in his heart, took out the magic sword from the starfish soul, and severely cut it at the vines.
Not the kui is a magic weapon "bang" rang a vine directly broken Yang Muyu looked at the vine incision can not help secretly lose unceasingly … The vine incision is not like ordinary wood texture in the night pearlescent incision reflects a light metallic luster to see sample, which should be to say that the iron wire Jin Ge.
Yang Muyu held out the magic sword again and hacked all the iron wires and the golden branches. Without the vine bound surface, the man was still clinging to several iron wires and the golden branches always fell off.
Yang Muyu grabbed a magic sword in one hand and prepared a long iron wire in the other. Jin Gexun slipped, and others were half busy rolling vines in their hands, facing the person who fell in first.
Yang Muyu was lucky. The man was caught by his vines when he was about to fall into the pool.
Yang Muyu, a vine hanging down from the tree, fell to the ground first, and then pulled the vine hard, and finally pulled the man over.
"Mom is heavy enough!" Yang Muyu sighed and wiped her head with sweat. What is this? People are dead. What’s he doing with so much strength?
"You dead rabbit, come out and help me!" Rabbit just poked his head out of the bag and wanted to see the excitement. Yang Muyu could not but scold a way.
"No, I don’t want to touch the dead. I’m a rabbit … I don’t want to be evil!" Rabbit shook his head savagely and refused to go out.
"I won’t let you touch the dead when you come out. Take this for me!" Yang Muyu night beads to it.
The rabbit’s heart was unwilling and he didn’t want to climb out. His two front paws were holding the beads far away from Yang Muyu. Only then did Yang Muyu see the unlucky person being entangled in the wire and the golden ge.
But he can’t see clearly why it’s too dark. The rabbit is holding the night bead and dare not go near it a little bit. Secondly, this person is wrapped in vines as if he were put in a bag woven by vines, with only his head slightly exposed and his head messy.
It should be a tall man by feeling.
Yang Muyu wanted to think, sighed and mumbled, "I can’t let you go to the grave like this when I do a good deed." He said that he carefully cut off the dead man’s iron wire with a magic sword.
"Mom, I said, why are you so heavy? So you’re still wearing armor?" It took a long time for Yang Muyu to get rid of all the vines of that person, and this person’s true colors gradually emerged. If he didn’t have a magic sword in hand, it would not be easy to get rid of the vines of "that person".
As Yang Muyu expected, this is a very tall and burly man. Judging from his figure and face, his age should not be estimated. He is about 30 years old and looks ordinary in his prime. Wearing bronze armor, but now the armor is already worn out, which seems to be old.
"Rabbit is probably a mercenary?" Yang Muyu heard people say that there are some mercenaries in the mountain and sea world who specialize in accepting some special things, such as treasure hunting, exploration, etc. I want this person, too. Otherwise, why would he come to this desert island alone?
Qiwang w w w q i s u w a n g
But this desert island doesn’t look like a treasure, and even if he wanted to break his head, he couldn’t figure out how this man could be wrapped around vines and hung on a tree. And it’s a rare vine like the iron wire and the golden ivy.
Rabbit two front paws holding night beads smell speech nodded and shook his head but didn’t speak.
Yang Muyu was too lazy to pay attention to the rabbit. He found a clean place by the pool and stretched out his hand to drag the man over and bury him. He didn’t mind touching the dead and getting infected with evil spirits.
But just as his hand touched the man, his face suddenly changed as if he had seen a ghost. The man even rolled, crawled and jumped far away, and even the rabbit was scared. "Hey," he ran away as soon as he threw a night bead.
That night, the beads rolled round and round to the "dead man". Yang Muyu looked at the place four or five steps away from the man for a moment and finally got the nerve to go to the man again.
"Master how … what’s the matter …" The rabbit stammered after him.
"Cheat corpse!" Yang Muyu didn’t good the spirit nu way
"Can’t …? Master? " The rabbit was so scared that it was a rabbit. He was timid … No, he was famous for being timid!
Hesitated for a long time, Yang Muyu once again took out the magic sword for self-defense, but the other hand was carefully buckled in the man’s pulse-
The first chapter is actually a living person
Yang Muyu once again took out the magic sword for self-defense, but the other hand was carefully buckled in the man’s pulse-for a long time, he looked at the man strangely.
The rabbit finally couldn’t help shivering and asked, "What’s going on, master?"
"He is still alive!" Yang Muyu’s tone is hard to be eccentric.
This man … is still alive? His hands and feet are cold, his head is messy, covered with dust and fallen leaves, but-this man is really alive, and he still has a weak pulse. The door is very weak
If an ordinary pharmacist encounters such a situation, he is afraid to directly judge that he is already dead.