In this way, it seems that the old trout is wrong, and the reason why he refused to breed the thorn ball in the first place is that he is worried that the thorn ball will damage the life of the aquarium.

Even if the lethality of the Thorn Ball is controlled, the shortened life span of the Aqua is likely to be extinct because it will not have time to give birth.

However, now it seems that this worry is completely unnecessary, for those low-level aquatic tribes, their lifespan, and even the future, what is precious?

For me, the kings of the Great Valley, they should have given their lives and everything, and they did, or someone would have stood up and rebelled now.

It's not a loss to close him, the big crocodile thought to himself.

"Your Majesty," the old doctor wrung out all the blood, "it's all here." ”

There was a small half cup of blood, and the big crocodile lowered his head to observe the blood closely, and to his disappointment, even if it was suspected to be dragon blood, it was still bright red.

"I thought," said the crocodile, "that the dragon's blood should be golden, or something. ”

"According to the medical records, the blood of the dragon clan is indeed red, and the dragon clan has the powerful characteristics of all races, but there is no resemblance to humans, some people believe that the blood is red is probably similar to the human race."

"Terran ......" the ancient dragon king's face showed a hint of disgust, "the blood of many spirits is red, and the human race has no characteristics, just four-legged sheep." ”

He remembered that not long ago, he had sent a divine thought as a reward for the valor and loyalty of the fat silver carp.

Unexpectedly, that Shennian witnessed a massacre with his own eyes, wielding a butcher's knife, no, it was a human race who wielded the throne and killed the fat silver carp.

The Ancient Dragon King swore to make him pay, but by the time he sent someone to inspect the situation, the Terran had disappeared without a trace.

The man must still be in the valley of the river, and he could feel that he had sent out to look for him, and as soon as there was any trace of the man, he would immediately slay him and kill the madman with his own hands.

In fact, he was originally in retreat, but this matter was assigned to an important minister, and it was a pity that his son had an accident, and he forcibly broke through, and he suffered a little injury for this.

In the Dragon Pass, he put down his magic weapon fish hook, used his spiritual power to open the way, and rescued his son and the woman in white who was suspected of being a dragon, for which he consumed a lot.

This is also the reason why he didn't attack immediately, if the woman in white is really a dragon, he must fight him with a twelve-point spirit, he has already sent someone to summon the Red Snake King, and he himself has to eat a piece of spirit grass, his companion spirit grass, so that he can deal with the little dragon well.

Until then, the most important thing is to confirm whether the woman in white is a dragon or not, if not, then there is no need to think so much about it.

The old physician did not comment on the statement that the Terrans were four-legged sheep, and in general, this meant disagreement.

Unlike the old trout, when he gets along with his superiors, he likes to keep those different opinions.

"There's a bit of Dragon Burn Pitch in my treasure vault," said the Ancient Dragon King, "and you go and bring it and pick a leaf of the Ancient Dragon Grass by the way." ”

"Such a treasure trove," the old doctor lowered his head and said respectfully, "Wechen does not dare to set foot at will.

"This is your reward," the crocodile smiled, "to show you my collection, not everyone has this honor." ”

"Thank you, my king," said the old doctor, "and the minister will do his best to serve the king." ”

The ancient dragon king untied the token on his waist, and the old doctor solemnly took it.

Jiang Yan

The shadow was constantly dissipating, and Jiang Yan could feel it.

First of all, there is a change in strength, which Jiang Yan can deeply feel, the warm current in his body is running fiercely, cleansing every inch of flesh and blood in his body, every time he clenches his fists, the warm current roars like crazy, playing the most passionate war song for him.

Secondly, it is a psychological change, this is a very peculiar feeling, how the brain works, Jiang Yan has no way of knowing, but he can clearly feel that his heart has become lighter, and his breathing is no longer short, as if the stone that pressed on his chest before is losing weight little by little.

When he threw his fist at the big lobster for the first time, the moment the fist fell, he felt like his heart was going to jump out.

If a person's heart beats out, how can he swing his fist? The punch was naturally weak and weak, and only made a soft "pop".

Now it was very different, when he approached the lobster, he was no longer afraid, or at most a little scared, the rest, he pulled his arm back, and then swung his fist hard, and the warm current in his body was like the fuel of a rocket, pushing the fist straight into the sky, and then exploding with a "bang".

"Bang!"

The rocket exploded, the lobster skewled and squealed against the high platform, and he tried his best to grip the ground with his arthropods, but the fist was too strong for him to hold his body steady anyway.

Jiang Yan retracted his fist, and then looked at the carapace of the big lobster, and he could clearly see that on the pure black carapace, a white mark bloomed wantonly like a wildflower.

For the first time, Jiang Yan told himself that he felt the pores all over his body open, and an emotion called joy was mercilessly injected into his body.

He had already thrown more than five hundred punches, and although the process was long and absurd, the result was very gratifying, and according to the ancient desolate god source, there was only a trace of shadow left in his mind.

"Boy," Gu Desolate Shenyuan said, "I don't know where you got your shit luck, you can have such an opportunity, you can find a stupid goose, stupidly stand still and give you five hundred punches, and there is even a referee next to you!" ”

"This is fate," Jiang Yan told him, "I don't know where I got my shit luck, when I put my hand into the lobster hole, I was able to almost cut off my finger by a big lobster the length of half an arm." ”

It's fate, he told himself, like the grief-stricken lobster in front of him, and he's afraid he's hating me to death because I didn't hit his vulnerable places as he asked, but so what? This is fate, if it weren't for my blood, he wouldn't have been able to get to this point today, and he would have been arrested and put in the pot a long time ago.

"You two-legged sheep who have died ten thousand times," the lobster looked at him with a look of pain, grief, and indignation, "since you already have so much strength, why didn't you come out earlier?" Trying to disgust me? Where have I offended you? ”

"I said don't you believe it," Jiang Yan said for the hundredth time, from the time he was able to exert his strength normally, the big lobster gritted his teeth at him, he had to explain, but he really couldn't explain, "You definitely don't believe it." ”

"Why?" The lobster said, "You said you didn't, so why did you do it?" Why is it only now? Give me a fucking explanation. ”

"I have a shadow," Jiang Yan said helplessly, "I couldn't do it at first." ”

"I'll go to your grandma's shadow!" The big lobsters scolded angrily, obviously not believing this statement.

"I told you that you didn't believe me," Jiang Yan spread his hands and said, "Don't ask me." ”

He had been trying to explain, but the big lobster obviously couldn't understand any words like "shadow" or "facing fear", he felt that Jiang Yan was playing tricks on him, if his eyes could kill, Jiang Yan didn't know how many times he had died.

Fortunately, the eyes can't kill, and the occasion they are in doesn't allow the big lobster to kill, although this sacred gamble is long and ridiculous, but Jiang Yan really loves it now, just as the ancient desolate god source said, if it weren't for this sacred gamble, his shadow would not be removed for the rest of his life.

Of course, he loved Lin Mengdie even more. This gambling fight was originally cruel, bloody, and quick to be resolved, but she happened to meet Lin Mengdie, who had the incorruptible body of King Kong, and the crusts in front of her were piled up like a mountain, and after a "click", another lobster broke and sank into the sand.

"The warriors of the lobster clan," the old referee said in a deep voice, his voice was as low as a mosquito humming, but the deep grief was overflowing, the old referee swept his gaze over the last five lobsters in the audience, "You are the last hope, if you lose, the lobster clan will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever!" ”

"It's been a long time!" As soon as the old referee finished speaking, a lobster in the audience immediately said loudly, and the lobster next to him laughed, and under the wide high platform, five lobsters were crowded together, although they were laughing, the sound was extremely lonely.

"You ......" The old referee trembled, the shrimp whiskers on his head shook twice unconsciously, and he swept his gaze over the five lobsters, "Don't you care about the honor of the lobster clan?" ”

"Fuck your old immortal!" A lobster said indignantly, "Don't you care that I'm gone a long time ago, and still sitting here obediently waiting for the tongs to break?" What the fuck is this fighting? Either the woman cheats, or we just throw in the towel, and the fool goes on like this. ”

"He just wants us to be fools of honor!"

Another lobster shouted.

"We did!"

"But please shut up, old immortal!"

……

The lobsters screamed in a harsh voice, and the old referee turned around with a shudder, tears streaming down his horrible little eyes.

"We're in trouble." The Ancient Desolate God Source said.

"What's the trouble?" Jiang Yan asked.

"There aren't enough lobsters." The ancient desolate god source said.

Jiang Yan swept his gaze over the five lobsters, and then asked him, "How many punches do you have to fight?" ”

"At least twelve punches."

"Fuck ......" Jiang Yan thought secretly, "Didn't you say that there is only a little shadow left?" ”

"Compared to more than five hundred punches, twelve punches are indeed just a little." The tone of the Ancient Desolate God Source was innocent.

At this time, the old referee's words sounded, and Jiang Yan knew that he was going to make a move.

Jiang Yan rushed up and threw a punch, this punch was even more powerful, the white marks on the lobster's body were a little deeper, Jiang Yan retreated, the lobster's scolding, Jiang Yan no longer paid attention to it.

He felt a heavy heart, there were not enough lobsters, how could there not be enough lobsters? He looked at the hill-like fragment of crusts, and then he finally realized how many lobsters had been harmed by this so-called sacred gamble.