Arrogant Snake King: Snake Concubine, give me a hug

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The kind of impulse that can tear Xuanyuan Xuantian apart.

He imprisoned them in his body and said to himself that he is a living person, a human being with limbs and emotions, and he has to maintain this feeling,,,, and shape,,,,

He felt soft under his feet. He lowered his head and found a dead body under his feet.

He was stepping on its lids, it was a humanoid corpse half-buried in the soil, the lids were frighteningly white, and the eyes were wide open, reflecting the most primitive darkness of nothingness. [

The eyeballs turned suddenly and stared at him.

Xuanyuan Xuantian was about to lift his foot, when the dead body suddenly opened its mouth, the mouth was split to the base of the ears, exposing the layers of fangs inside, and it bit Xuanyuan Xuantian's ankle back.

The fangs pierced through the trousers and bit the skin, but it was difficult to penetrate further.

The skin seemed to be made of molten metal, it was obviously soft, but there was something buried deep in the muscles and bones, it was so cold and hard that it made the roots of the teeth sore and limp, it could bite even steel.

But the human scent on the tip of the teeth was too tempting, so it still bit on it, refusing to let go.

Xuanyuan Xuantian raised his foot, the thing was dragged several meters by him, but he still didn't intend to give up.

On the ground not far away, the soil turned over one after another, revealing its long body, which was just a bug lurking in the soil.

Realizing that it is difficult to crush human bones, it decided to use another method. Its body rolled up flexibly, trying to strangle the prey to death. As for whether it can be crushed after death, it will be discussed later.

It didn't think about what it was that made its teeth sour and hidden under the alluring flesh, it only thought about eating.

Greed, creatures in the demon world are like this, they will never have enough to eat, Xuanyuan Xuantian thought.

The flexible body only touched the hem of his clothes before it fell heavily to the ground. A cold sword pierced through the monster's head and nailed it into the ground.

The sword was silver-gray, with constantly changing gray lines, like dark clouds moving swiftly in the sky, containing the power of thunder that could destroy the world.

Xuanyuan Xuantian drew back the sword, a little bit of flesh and blood soaked into the sword in a blink of an eye, the rapidly advancing power was like a stone mill in hell, one layer after another, boundless >

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