The scorpion tail!
However, right after he was stung, Xie Lian had also grabbed onto its tail. In fact, he had securely caught hold of the whole Scorpion-Tailed Snake in its entirety. Following that, Xie Lian tightened his grip until the snake completely fainted.
Despite having been stung, his expression didn't change in the slightest. He only tossed the unconscious snake to the ground and said, "Everyone should continue to be careful, there may be more snakes nearby......"
Xie Lian hadn't finished speaking when he felt something tighten around his wrist. When he lifted his head to take a look, he found that it was San Lang who had grabbed hold of him. Slightly startled, Xie Lian asked, "San Lang?"
The reason why he had asked this was because the expression currently present on the young man's face wasn't quite right. It was difficult to use words to describe it, but it basically made others tremble with fear.
San Lang stared intently at the minuscule wound on Xie Lian's hand. This wound had originally been approximately the same size as a pinprick. However, the poison had spread fast, and thus the back of his hand had swollen into a massive, purplish-red hard lump. That small, pin-sized wound had also been stretched until it resembled a cut from a knife.
San Lang remained composed. Completely silent, he grabbed Ruoye and used it to tie a tight knot around Xie Lian's wrist, which stopped the poisoned blood from spreading further. Although Ruoye liked to act like a spoiled and pampered child around Xie Lian and wasn't always that well-behaved, it was incredibly docile in San Lang's hands, to the point it seemed as though it was dead.
Ever since the two of them became acquainted, Xie Lian had never seen this expression on him before. Just as he was about to speak, San Lang pulled out the dagger hanging at the waist of one of the merchants. Having seen this, Nan Feng instantly understood what he was about to do and called forth a Palm Flame upon his right hand.
San Lang didn't even look in his direction. Instead, he merely placed the tip of the knife into the fire. After sterilizing it, he turned around his head, before he gently yet swiftly sliced a cross mark onto the wound located on the back of Xie Lian's hand.
San Lang was about to stoop down when Xie Lian quickly said, "There's no need. The Scorpion-Tailed Snake's poison is too toxic, so it's useless even if you sucked it out. You should be more concerned about getting yourself poisoned......"
However, the young man didn't allow him to explain. He just held his hand tightly before he pressed his lips to it. Unsure of the reason why, Xie Lian felt his arm, the one San Lang was holding, tremble slightly.
On the other side, Fu Yao said, "How can you even get stung like this? Your luck is truly something else. He might not have been bitten at all, so why would you go and grab it? You're simply just causing us more trouble."
These words were actually the truth. In fact, now that Xie Lian recalled San Lang's carefree attitude as he tried to tie the snake into a knot, even he felt that San Lang wouldn't have been bitten. And perhaps, even if he had been bitten, San Lang might not have minded it at all.
However, it was better safe than sorry. If the young man truly hadn't noticed the snake and was bitten, wouldn't it be useless to regret it then?
He waved his other, unwounded hand and said, "In any case, it doesn't hurt and it wouldn't kill me. Don't mind it."
Fu Yao asked, "It really doesn't hurt?"
Xie Lian honestly replied, "Yes. I don't feel it anymore. "
This much was true. Xie Lian, being himself, was extremely unlucky. When he traversed through mountains, eight out of ten times he would step on poisonous snakes, startle poisonous bugs, and so on. He has already been bitten by an assortment of poisonous creatures a thousand times over, but his tenacity made it so that he just wouldn't die. At most, he'd get a fever for three days and nights and upon waking up, he would be completely fine. In addition, Xie Lian was really insensitive toward pain. No matter what kind of pain it was, he would just let it hurt and hurt until he became used to it.
