Princess Against the World

After Feng Chenglin fisted out, he yelled in an angry voice: "Isn't it all from your voice? If you weren't so ecstatic, we wouldn't have encountered such a perverted thing..."

Hua Tiehammer didn't seem to hear what he was talking at all, and walked forward stupidly: "What kind of dungeon is this? Is there no end? You two have not finished fighting yet, right?"

Feng Chenglin and Ling Luoyu both had their minds on the nine-headed dragon, and they didn't even notice that Hua Tiehammer's words were a bit wrong.

Just two steps after he walked out, a small head of the nine-headed dragon took aim at him.

Seeing that Hua Tiehammer was uncomfortable, he immediately began to attack him shamelessly.

"boom"

The big basketball head hit Hua Tie Hammer's chest hard and knocked him out.

Hua Tiehammer screamed and turned into a parabola, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, yelling in pain.

And the small head of the nine-headed dragon followed closely behind, screaming with its sharp big fangs, biting the thigh of the Chinese Iron Hammer in one bite.

"Puff", blood spattered.

Hua Tiehammer trembled with pain. He pinched the small head of the nine-headed dragon with both hands, and opened his big mouth, biting on a piece of skin and flesh, and tore it forcefully.

"Sizzle"

The blood sprayed his face.

The small head of the nine-headed dragon screamed again dumbly, his teeth biting the thigh of Hua Tie Hammer, tearing open a **** mouth.

Hua Tiehammer was so painful that he opened his mouth, holding his little head and gnawing randomly, blurring the flesh and blood of its gnawing.

Feng Chenglin is still suffering from heavy damage, and every time he punches down, a big blood hole bursts out of the body of the nine-headed dragon.

But then, the blood hole healed again.

Feng Chenglin became more addicted as he hits, hitting his head, like a hamster for a while, before his wound healed, he fisted again.

However, while screaming, Ling Luoyu who was on the opposite side suddenly made a gesture at him.

"Fatty, withdraw!"

Feng Chenglin: ...? ?

Okay, why did you withdraw it before you played a life-and-death?

Before he could think about it, he flew back.

"Three young masters, what are you doing?"

"look by youself!"

Ling Luoyu pointed to Hua Tie Hammer.

Feng Chenglin frowned: "That guy has thick skin and thick skin, and he won't die for a while, what's there to see?"

"I didn't let you look at him, I let you look at the little head of the nine-headed dragon!"

Feng Chenglin only noticed something was wrong: "...Fuck, this...what the **** is this?"

He glanced at his fist again: "Could it be that the fist that I just hit...was a ghost?"

He and Ling Luoyu were injured at this level, but the nine-headed dragon was able to resurrect with full blood time and time again.

But under the mouth of the painted hammer, the little head of the nine-headed dragon has been chewed almost only the bones.

Logically speaking, with the big mouth of Hua Tie Hammer, the scar on the first bite has been healed before the second bite.

It can be seen that the ghost is that if Hua Tiehammer bites the small head of the nine-headed dragon bit by bit, there is no sign of other wounds on his head healed.

Under the dumbfounding gaze of the two people, the little head was gnawed beyond recognition in a blink of an eye.

Feng Chenglin's eyes lit up: "I know, although this guy can be reborn, it's not an infinite number of times. It's like a cat with nine lives. When the nine lives are gone, it will still die... …"