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The dusty wolf king's hard hairs exploded, and he roared wildly to tear open the swarming thorns, and was suddenly stabbed into the flesh by the black thorns, but in a moment, most of the blood was sucked away.

At the moment when the wolf king was about to be sucked dry, the iron chain was like a nimble silver dragon, tumbling, pulling out of the dense thorns, throwing it at the feet of its master, and after rolling a few times, it groaned and stopped.

Canary Jiao smiled and cut the shriveled skin with her black nails, and the red blood only came out of the corner of the wolf king's eyes after the sharp black armor continued to penetrate, and the fingertips turned slightly, and the bloodshot and steaming eyes rolled to the ground intact.

The golden vertical pupils stained the hot and humid soil of the ground, and then turned and added in pain, before they were quickly wrapped and disappeared from the ground by the thorns that came out of the soil.

"Does it hurt?" The canary kissed the filthy wolf king with pity, her miserable white hand brushed through the corner of the wolf king's cracked eyes, and caught the wolf king's twitching mouth kiss, and her bewitching fox eyes hid unprecedented madness.

The other hand holding the chain pressed into the dirt, following the bloody thorns and longing to climb on top of the silver dragon, bypassing the canary's petite jaw, and gradually wrapping around the fragile and slender neck of the prey.

The chosen prey tilted its head, and blood flowed from the neck that had been pierced by the black with countless small holes, and at the moment when the ecstatic thorn touched the blood, painfully twisted its huge blood-stained body, and disappeared into the world by the invisible force.

The unyielding soul of the shriveled wolf finally felt the slightest despair, and the bottomless nightmare was like the silk thread of the spider woman, winding around it little by little, and in the most painful moment, it suddenly tightened, and hanged the prey alive.

The invincible wolf king glared at the only remaining wolf eyes, stopped his body twitching, and was scared to death on the land he once ruled.

I can't help but play.

"Puppy." Mo Zishu looked at the thorns that decisively cut off the tentacles and fled frantically with interest, biting her lower lip, she lifted her tattered long skirt, and learned the etiquette of the medieval aristocracy as in her memory, and the noble temperament in her bones poured out from the delicate skin: "Does it hurt?" ”

The loyal guard retracted his pity for his kindred, and he was silent for a moment, pressed his broad hat, knelt on one knee, and kissed his mud-stained boots: "It hurts. ”

The canary smiled contentedly, her red lips more showy than the blood-soaked man-eating flowers, more shepherds than the sirens who tempted the sailors, and rubbed the blood and dirt on her hands on the shoulders of the guards, and her sharp nails dug into the flesh and blood: "Puppy, where do you hurt?" ”

"You goddamn little liar."

She turned her fingers cruelly, and pulled them out violently, the dripping blood stained the black fingertips red, and the canary giggled and stepped on the head of the guard, instilling the wolf demon who had been in close contact with the dirty soil into the dark underground.

The canary gazed at her blood-dripping fingertips in fascination, and she let out a long sigh of satisfaction, and her feet became more and more forceful, until she was walking on the ground, and then, with her bright red fingertips, lifted the hem of her skirt again, like a frightened little lark, tiptoeing, humming an unknown tune, stumbling back and forth on the way to the castle gate.