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Watching the fog demon show off his misty tornado, rolling that little insect man in mid-air, I don't know how many circles.

When the fog demonic energy is almost sprinkled, the fog is put away. When the little bug-man fell to the ground in free fall, the poor little bug-man was still shaking his head involuntarily and spinning in circles.

It's dizzy!

At this time, the air was full of strong bloody gas. The prey carried by the little thorn man on his back had long been scattered all over the ground, but under the centrifugal force of the mist tornado, the corpses of some prey were even thrown dozens of meters away.

This bloody aura soon attracted uninvited guests, and more insects rushed in the direction of this little insect man.

As soon as Ling Bing's divine sense moved, he immediately firmly restrained the breath of his whole body, quietly observing the performance of these later insects.

These later insect people are about the same size as this little insect man. After these insect people came, they didn't say much to the little insect man, and directly leaned out their front paws to hook the corpse of the alien beast in front of them, and threw them at their backstabs, and then strung them to their backstabs.

There were about a dozen of them, and they quickly divided up the prey scattered on the ground. By the time the dim little insect man came to his senses, there was not a single prey left that he had worked so hard to bring back. On the ground, only a piece of werewolf blood was left on the ground.

"Hiss~"

The little insect man couldn't help but roar angrily, and lay on the ground, slapping his limbs vigorously on the ground to show his anger.

It's a pity that the other insects who "picked up" their prey have already run away, and they don't even have a target to chase and duel.

The little insect man with insufficient brain capacity was stunned in place for a long time, and Ling Bing and Demon Mist could even see obvious frustration and sadness on its hideous insect face. Suddenly, its eyes lit up, and it finally found a piece of minced meat in a crack in the root of a bush that was lucky enough not to be discovered by the other insects. He picked it up with great cherishment, carefully inserted it into his backstab, and then continued to gallop forward.

In the Mist Lands, many dilapidated buildings still stood strongly, just as they had been when Ling Bing and Yang Ye had strayed into this place.

It's hard to imagine that these buildings have been through the ups and downs of thousands of years. Unfortunately, the house is still there, and the people in the house have long since disappeared.

Watching the fog demon show off his misty tornado, rolling that little insect man in mid-air, I don't know how many circles.

When the fog demonic energy is almost sprinkled, the fog is put away. When the little bug-man fell to the ground in free fall, the poor little bug-man was still shaking his head involuntarily and spinning in circles.

It's dizzy!

At this time, the air was full of strong bloody gas. The prey carried by the little thorn man on his back had long been scattered all over the ground, but under the centrifugal force of the mist tornado, the corpses of some prey were even thrown dozens of meters away.

This bloody aura soon attracted uninvited guests, and more insects rushed in the direction of this little insect man.

As soon as Ling Bing's divine sense moved, he immediately firmly restrained the breath of his whole body, quietly observing the performance of these later insects.

These later insect people are about the same size as this little insect man. After these insect people came, they didn't say much to the little insect man, and directly leaned out their front paws to hook the corpse of the alien beast in front of them, and threw them at their backstabs, and then strung them to their backstabs.

There were about a dozen of them, and they quickly divided up the prey scattered on the ground. By the time the dim little insect man came to his senses, there was not a single prey left that he had worked so hard to bring back. On the ground, only a piece of werewolf blood was left on the ground.

"Hiss~"

The little insect man couldn't help but roar angrily, and lay on the ground, slapping his limbs vigorously on the ground to show his anger.

It's a pity that the other insects who "picked up" their prey have already run away, and they don't even have a target to chase and duel.

The little insect man with insufficient brain capacity was stunned in place for a long time, and Ling Bing and Demon Mist could even see obvious frustration and sadness on its hideous insect face. Suddenly, its eyes lit up, and it finally found a piece of minced meat in a crack in the root of a bush that was lucky enough not to be discovered by the other insects. He picked it up with great cherishment, carefully inserted it into his backstab, and then continued to gallop forward.

In the Mist Lands, many dilapidated buildings still stood strongly, just as they had been when Ling Bing and Yang Ye had strayed into this place.

It's hard to imagine that these buildings have been through the ups and downs of thousands of years. Unfortunately, the house is still there, and the people in the house have long since disappeared. Watching the fog demon show off his misty tornado, rolling that little insect man in mid-air, I don't know how many circles.

When the fog demonic energy is almost sprinkled, the fog is put away. When the little bug-man fell to the ground in free fall, the poor little bug-man was still shaking his head involuntarily and spinning in circles.

It's dizzy!

At this time, the air was full of strong bloody gas. The prey carried by the little thorn man on his back had long been scattered all over the ground, but under the centrifugal force of the mist tornado, the corpses of some prey were even thrown dozens of meters away.

This bloody aura soon attracted uninvited guests, and more insects rushed in the direction of this little insect man.

As soon as Ling Bing's divine sense moved, he immediately firmly restrained the breath of his whole body, quietly observing the performance of these later insects.

These later insect people are about the same size as this little insect man. After these insect people came, they didn't say much to the little insect man, and directly leaned out their front paws to hook the corpse of the alien beast in front of them, and threw them at their backstabs, and then strung them to their backstabs.

There were about a dozen of them, and they quickly divided up the prey scattered on the ground. By the time the dim little insect man came to his senses, there was not a single prey left that he had worked so hard to bring back. On the ground, only a piece of werewolf blood was left on the ground.

"Hiss~"

The little insect man couldn't help but roar angrily, and lay on the ground, slapping his limbs vigorously on the ground to show his anger.

It's a pity that the other insects who "picked up" their prey have already run away, and they don't even have a target to chase and duel.

The little insect man with insufficient brain capacity was stunned in place for a long time, and Ling Bing and Demon Mist could even see obvious frustration and sadness on its hideous insect face. Suddenly, its eyes lit up, and it finally found a piece of minced meat in a crack in the root of a bush that was lucky enough not to be discovered by the other insects. He picked it up with great cherishment, carefully inserted it into his backstab, and then continued to gallop forward.

In the Mist Lands, many dilapidated buildings still stood strongly, just as they had been when Ling Bing and Yang Ye had strayed into this place.

It's hard to imagine that these buildings have been through the ups and downs of thousands of years. Unfortunately, the house is still there, and the people in the house have long since disappeared. Watching the fog demon show off his misty tornado, rolling that little insect man in mid-air, I don't know how many circles.

When the fog demonic energy is almost sprinkled, the fog is put away. When the little bug-man fell to the ground in free fall, the poor little bug-man was still shaking his head involuntarily and spinning in circles.

It's dizzy!

At this time, the air was full of strong bloody gas. The prey carried by the little thorn man on his back had long been scattered all over the ground, but under the centrifugal force of the mist tornado, the corpses of some prey were even thrown dozens of meters away.

This bloody aura soon attracted uninvited guests, and more insects rushed in the direction of this little insect man.

As soon as Ling Bing's divine sense moved, he immediately firmly restrained the breath of his whole body, quietly observing the performance of these later insects.

These later insect people are about the same size as this little insect man. After these insect people came, they didn't say much to the little insect man, and directly leaned out their front paws to hook the corpse of the alien beast in front of them, and threw them at their backstabs, and then strung them to their backstabs.

There were about a dozen of them, and they quickly divided up the prey scattered on the ground. By the time the dim little insect man came to his senses, there was not a single prey left that he had worked so hard to bring back. On the ground, only a piece of werewolf blood was left on the ground.

"Hiss~"

The little insect man couldn't help but roar angrily, and lay on the ground, slapping his limbs vigorously on the ground to show his anger.

It's a pity that the other insects who "picked up" their prey have already run away, and they don't even have a target to chase and duel.

The little insect man with insufficient brain capacity was stunned in place for a long time, and Ling Bing and Demon Mist could even see obvious frustration and sadness on its hideous insect face. Suddenly, its eyes lit up, and it finally found a piece of minced meat in a crack in the root of a bush that was lucky enough not to be discovered by the other insects. He picked it up with great cherishment, carefully inserted it into his backstab, and then continued to gallop forward.

In the Mist Lands, many dilapidated buildings still stood strongly, just as they had been when Ling Bing and Yang Ye had strayed into this place.

It's hard to imagine that these buildings have been through the ups and downs of thousands of years. Unfortunately, the house is still there, and the people in the house have long since disappeared. Watching the fog demon show off his misty tornado, rolling that little insect man in mid-air, I don't know how many circles.

When the fog demonic energy is almost sprinkled, the fog is put away. When the little bug-man fell to the ground in free fall, the poor little bug-man was still shaking his head involuntarily and spinning in circles.

It's dizzy!

At this time, the air was full of strong bloody gas. The prey carried by the little thorn man on his back had long been scattered all over the ground, but under the centrifugal force of the mist tornado, the corpses of some prey were even thrown dozens of meters away.

This bloody aura soon attracted uninvited guests, and more insects rushed in the direction of this little insect man.

As soon as Ling Bing's divine sense moved, he immediately firmly restrained the breath of his whole body, quietly observing the performance of these later insects.

These later insect people are about the same size as this little insect man. After these insect people came, they didn't say much to the little insect man, and directly leaned out their front paws to hook the corpse of the alien beast in front of them, and threw them at their backstabs, and then strung them to their backstabs.

There were about a dozen of them, and they quickly divided up the prey scattered on the ground. By the time the dim little insect man came to his senses, there was not a single prey left that he had worked so hard to bring back. On the ground, only a piece of werewolf blood was left on the ground.

"Hiss~"

The little insect man couldn't help but roar angrily, and lay on the ground, slapping his limbs vigorously on the ground to show his anger.

It's a pity that the other insects who "picked up" their prey have already run away, and they don't even have a target to chase and duel.

The little insect man with insufficient brain capacity was stunned in place for a long time, and Ling Bing and Demon Mist could even see obvious frustration and sadness on its hideous insect face. Suddenly, its eyes lit up, and it finally found a piece of minced meat in a crack in the root of a bush that was lucky enough not to be discovered by the other insects. He picked it up with great cherishment, carefully inserted it into his backstab, and then continued to gallop forward.

In the Mist Lands, many dilapidated buildings still stood strongly, just as they had been when Ling Bing and Yang Ye had strayed into this place.

It's hard to imagine that these buildings have been through the ups and downs of thousands of years. Unfortunately, the house is still there, and the people in the house have long since disappeared. Watching the fog demon show off his misty tornado, rolling that little insect man in mid-air, I don't know how many circles.

When the fog demonic energy is almost sprinkled, the fog is put away. When the little bug-man fell to the ground in free fall, the poor little bug-man was still shaking his head involuntarily and spinning in circles.

It's dizzy!

At this time, the air was full of strong bloody gas. The prey carried by the little thorn man on his back had long been scattered all over the ground, but under the centrifugal force of the mist tornado, the corpses of some prey were even thrown dozens of meters away.

This bloody aura soon attracted uninvited guests, and more insects rushed in the direction of this little insect man.

As soon as Ling Bing's divine sense moved, he immediately firmly restrained the breath of his whole body, quietly observing the performance of these later insects.

These later insect people are about the same size as this little insect man. After these insect people came, they didn't say much to the little insect man, and directly leaned out their front paws to hook the corpse of the alien beast in front of them, and threw them at their backstabs, and then strung them to their backstabs.

There were about a dozen of them, and they quickly divided up the prey scattered on the ground. By the time the dim little insect man came to his senses, there was not a single prey left that he had worked so hard to bring back. On the ground, only a piece of werewolf blood was left on the ground.

"Hiss~"

The little insect man couldn't help but roar angrily, and lay on the ground, slapping his limbs vigorously on the ground to show his anger.

It's a pity that the other insects who "picked up" their prey have already run away, and they don't even have a target to chase and duel.

The little insect man with insufficient brain capacity was stunned in place for a long time, and Ling Bing and Demon Mist could even see obvious frustration and sadness on its hideous insect face. Suddenly, its eyes lit up, and it finally found a piece of minced meat in a crack in the root of a bush that was lucky enough not to be discovered by the other insects. He picked it up with great cherishment, carefully inserted it into his backstab, and then continued to gallop forward.