Spoil My Sweet Window

Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire Chapter 830

Generally speaking, anyone who was pointed at the head by a gun would be instinctively frightened. Marcus had already been prepared to hear this little girl’s crying, but unexpectedly, she just blinked her eyes and said slowly, “That snake is poisonous.”

“…” Marcus looked at the body of the snake thrown on the ground. If his younger brother, Antony, was here, he would immediately recognize that it was called Protobothrops Mucrosquamatus.

Protobothrops Mucrosquamatus was often confused with the non-poisonous Macropisthodon Rudis. In comparison, Macropisthodon Rudis’s head was round, but ordinary people could not distinguish it. Antony was experienced in fighting in the wild, and he was very familiar with venomous snakes and insects. He knew very well what could be eaten and what could not. He also knew if one should endure it after one was bitten by something or not.

However, Marcus was not the same as him. He did not come to such a place. It was already good enough that he could recognize whether it was poisonous or not with his limited experience. It was really difficult for him to distinguish Protobothrops Mucrosquamatus and Macropisthodon Rudis.

The girl’s face was full of dirt, and her hair was stained with dead leaves. She was no different from a little beggar on the side of the road. It was unknown whether she was too bold or did not know what the gun was. She looked at Marcus for two or three seconds and seemed to have weighed something. She said, “I can help you treat your wound.”

said seriously, “If you don’t deal with it,

the skin around the wound was beginning to turn purple. He paused for a second and asked, “Are

Her eyes seemed to be looking at a big fool. She said, “If I help you suck it out, not only will the poison not be cleared, but I’ll also

down from the tree and squatted in front of Marcus. She looked at his face and said, “On account of

Do you locals have a

tilted her head slightly, taking out a tube of syringe from the cloth pouch she carried on her body. She calmly said, “There is no prescription, but

Marcus was speechless.

heart, he scolded the screenwriter

prescription, only serum.