Arrogant Snake King: Snake Concubine, give me a hug

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The domineering dragon energy began to disperse, like You Ruo's substantive breath bound the body, Ling Xiaotu began to feel that something was wrong with his body.

She looked at Zhongli Yirui who was beside her and was horrified to find that he had been fixed in mid-air and couldn't move, and countless dragon blood with strange shapes were lingering around him.

"What’s wrong with you?!"

Only then did Ling Xiaotu realize that she was also being pinned down, she hurriedly asked! [

Zhongli Yirui next to her seemed to be in worse condition than her, he couldn't even speak.

Seeing Ling Xiaotu's sympathy, Zhongli Yirui couldn't help cursing inwardly!

This flood dragon actually used dragon blood as a technique of waiting, which made him defenseless in it.

He tried his best to support the two of them with his hands that had lost feeling, so as not to fall from the sky.

"Xuanyuan Xuantian!"

Ling Xiaotu instinctively asked him for help before she fell, she couldn't imagine what it would be like to fall from such a high place.

Xuanyuan Xuantian's black eyes turned cold, and he stopped attacking.

The Xuanqing Qi in the palm of his right hand suddenly turned into a long gust of wind and swept up into the sky, taking Ling Xiaotu away safely.

Fortunately, he shot in time, because in the next second, Ling Xiaotu saw Zhongli Yirui like a sleeping bat clinging to the cliff, and fell off with a 'snap'.

But that Jiaolong also saw Xuanyuan Xuantian's distracted second, and raised his sharp dragon claws high, aiming at his chest.

It seemed to dig out his heart.

However, with a flash in front of his eyes, Xuanyuan Xuantian, who obviously couldn't dodge in time, has already dodged aside.

He lowered his head and approached the dragon, his dark eyes were intense.

The Xuanqing Qi had already changed, and Xuanyuan Xuantian reached into the dragon's chest amidst the dragon's screams.

With a strong grip and pull of his right hand, Xuanyuan Xuantian pinched a still beating dragon heart in his hand.

Sen Leng's smile flashed, and he squeezed his hand hard, and the heart in his palm suddenly burst.

This is the second time Ling Xiaotu has seen it, and he seems to like this direct way very much.

The golden longan of the flood dragon turned gray, and with an expression of disbelief, it drooped its head and tail, without any vitality, and fell limply from the air.

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