Warwick the Godfather of Terra

Warwick finally pulled the thing out of Nian's body.

Looking at the thing in his arms and then at Nian lying in the molten iron, the werewolf looked conflicted.

He raised his paw and held the small white ball in his hand.

It was a strange creature with four legs, no neck or butt, only a head and a long tail.

Or this thing...

It's not a living thing.

Its movements at this moment were the same as those of the white-haired idiot on the ground, lying flat in Warwick's palm, about one foot tall, with a round body, and panting with its tongue hanging out.

Warwick thought to himself, should I just say that mother and daughter are safe, or is he a monster?

This thing has four fat little legs without toes, and looks like four carrots stuck on a steamed bun.

Moreover, it has two fleshy wheels on its head, which can be said to be horns, and it wears earrings, but they do not have holes in them.

The most important thing is the back that looks like the onions planted by an old lady, and the flickering flame on the tail. Putting them together gives a strange sense of cuteness.

As the werewolf watched, he reached out and lifted up his tail to see if it was a male or a female.

But unfortunately, when the tail was lifted up, there was no stick or abalone, not even a chrysanthemum.

Except for the eyes and ears, this thing has no holes on its body.

Warwick was puzzled.

Therefore, he did not notice that when he lifted up the tail of the little thing in his hand, the tail of Nian, who was lying on the ground, seemed to be held by something, and a scratch mark also appeared on its tail.

But Nian felt it.

It took her a long time to sit up.

However, the moment I sat up, I felt an unprecedented sense of freedom!

It's like a pile of shit that you've been holding back for a long time finally breaks through the constraints of your anus and embraces the toilet.

But, that's it.

"Pah!"

The werewolf patted the butt of the little creature in his palm, which suddenly sat up for some reason and scared him, and then turned it over.

Then, the year on the ground was also turned over by him!

Immediately afterwards, Nian felt his mouth was stuffed with something!

"This thing doesn't have any dermatitis, but it actually has a tongue. I wonder if it has teeth."

Lifting the little thing up, the werewolf looked at it carefully.

Warwick marveled as he thrust his hand into the little fellow's mouth and kneaded it.

But the Nian on the ground felt something was twitching his tongue!

She opened her mouth and turned in horror to look at the werewolf who was fiddling with the little guy in his hand.

At this time, Warwick pulled out the finger that had been inserted into Long Paopao's mouth, and suddenly he felt a sense of relief in his mouth.

The feeling of having someone put their tongue in their mouth and fiddle with it was gone.

Suddenly, Nian had a bad feeling.

The thing in Warwick's hand, could it be his origin...

However, Warwick's next move further confirmed her guess!

"Snapped!"

The werewolf rubbed the tip of the little thing's flaming tail a few times. Indeed, the fire on the little guy's tail was quite hot.

I estimate it to be at least... about a thousand degrees.

Of course, in front of the Lord of Flame Fang, this temperature is not enough.

The werewolf just wanted to see how the thing's tail caught fire.

However, before he could take a closer look, the sound from the ground arrived first.

"Stop, stop touching me, I can't stand it..."

The werewolf looked in the direction of the voice and found that the white-haired girl with a not very good brain was lying on the ground in the same posture as the little guy in his hand, with her tail raised high, as if someone was holding her.

Warwick paused and swallowed.

Gently put the tip of the tail in your hand down.

The end of the year also falls quietly.

He reached out and pricked the little hoof on the left rear side of Dragon Paopao in his hand.

Nian's left leg also turned.

Warwick was dumbfounded.

No, are you controlling it by remote control?

Is this thing in my hand your driver?

"Well, I'll give it back to you."

After coughing twice, the werewolf came to Nian holding the dragon bubble in his hand and gently placed the dragon bubble in his hand on Nian's body.

However, Nian shouted with a look of fear on his face.

"I copied! Don't!"

However, she was a step behind in her words.

The werewolf had already placed the dragon bubble on her.

Suddenly, a red light rose, and Nian began to merge with the dragon bubble.

In an instant, the little guy that was just in the werewolf's hand crawled into Nian's chest.

Only half of the leech-like tail was left sticking out.

This year is helpless.

The origin is the source of their power.

It's the fragment of that old guy.

Each of her brothers and sisters has one.

When the origin devours themselves, the old guy will wake up.

And recently she could feel that its awakening was getting closer.

Once the old guy wakes up, they will no longer exist as fragments.

That's why she decided to go out for a walk.

At the very least, we must leave some traces of our own on this land.

The eldest brother Shuo, now known as Chongyue, is the legend of Yumen Pass. The martial arts master Chongyue once successfully forced out his own origin and locked it in a sword.

He was also the only one of them who succeeded in doing so.

No one can compare to him, my second brother.

Big sister, that won’t work either.

Not to mention she is the ninth one.

But she didn't expect that today she would actually see her own origin being pulled out alive!

Then, you can see it being reabsorbed back into yourself.

Nian was a little amused and helpless.

But there was a fire in her eyes.

really.

The guy in front of her who looked unreliable was really the giant she had seen.

Only this kind of power can pull out one's origin like skinning a dead rabbit!

but..

He looked down at the tail on his chest, then raised his head again.

"That... old man..."

She doesn't know what it's called either.

But the honorific is definitely correct.

The old man was stunned by this sentence.

I have seen people calling me dad, uncle, and uncle.

I've never seen you calling me "grandpa" right away.

"Ahem, no need, just call me Lao Fan."

Suddenly, the werewolf waved his hands.

"Oh, then, Lao Fan..."

As Nian said this, he stood up with the help of the table and pointed to the tail exposed on his plump chest.

"Can you pull her out again?"

Warwick looked at the boy.

"Are you serious?"

Nian nodded, his eyes very serious.

She wanted to make sure whether she could really pull out her own origin.

If that were the case, maybe Old Eleven wouldn't have to lock himself in the painting for so many years.

"real."

Warwick listened to the words of the woman in front of him and thought to himself, if you are willing to die, I am willing to bury you.

"Then come on."

Nian said this and lay down on the ground again.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She really didn't want to experience that kind of intense pain a second time.

But, I have to say, this may really be the only way.

The werewolf also came closer and stretched out his claws.

After a while, screams and groans were heard again.

"Ah! It's so big! Why is it so big!"

"Don't shout, just bear with it! I'm about to pull it out!"

"It's so bloated! I feel so bloated!"

The staff from the engineering department at the door folded their arms and looked at their watches.

Okay, Lao Fan.

This has been going on for half an hour.

Amazing.

Since then, Rhodes Island has had another legend about a young man with a strong waist...

Chapter 19: A Good Sister's Search for a Sister (First Update)

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The crisp sound continued to echo in the training room of Rhodes Island. Precious etched ammunition destroyed the targets hanging under the drones that were flying back and forth as if they were free.