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"Get up first! If you have something to say, don't worry, he doesn't have to kill. ”

Fang Shaoping was obviously moved by compassion, a senior man with a sunny and handsome appearance, suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to himself, showing all kinds of begging intentions, and he had no grievances with himself before, but now he was ten meters away from himself, and it was really not suitable for a sneak attack, especially the most important thing was that the two belonged to the same camp and had the same interests, and he would not consider it in the direction of hostility and harm.

The burial dragon didn't stand up, he even maintained the posture of grabbing the ground with his head, and suddenly paused, until Fang Shaoping let out a miserable scream!

Fang Shaoping's previous attention was on the burial dragon, and he didn't notice it at all, in the ground under his feet, a large number of thin green vines suddenly appeared, which were really as thin as needle-tip wheat, and in a very short period of time, they climbed up along Fang Shaoping's legs and feet, and acted in unison on multiple parts of his body, suddenly plunging into Fang Shaoping's flesh!

Fang Shaoping screamed in pain, and then shivered in pain!

Because it was a terrible feeling he had never experienced before, like being stabbed in all parts of his body by a hundred people holding needles at the same time.

Moreover, the tip of the needle pierced into the body, as if it had its own detector, specifically pierced into the most dense place of pain neurons, causing Fang Shaoping's pain to multiply, and in an instant, it actually caused him to have a terrible suffocation effect!

"You did it! Bastard! ”

The smoke ring saw at a glance that something was wrong, and with an iron ruler in hand, he rushed towards the burial dragon.

Today's burial dragon stood up in a good time, gently patted the ice chips on his clothes, didn't look at the smoke ring, and walked straight to Fang Shaoping.

When the smoke ring rushed to three meters on the side of the burial dragon, the right shoulder of the burial dragon suddenly stretched out a black vine like a poisonous snake, and in just one moment, the waist of the smoke ring was wrapped firmly, and it was forced into the air, and above the left shoulder, the second black vine spread out, and the tip turned into a sharp drill, like a mad snake spitting out a letter, instantly piercing the belly of the smoke ring!

"Ahh

The smoke ring roared, and the iron ruler in his right hand swung continuously, and the green sawtooth on it kept rolling, trying to cut the vines, but to no avail.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

The drill vine poked out from the back of the smoke ring three more times in a row, and the smoke ring finally spewed blood uncontrollably, and the strength of the whole body quickly dissipated.

Boom!

The vines around its waist were loosened, and the smoke rings smashed to the ground from a height of five meters like a puddle of mud, motionless.

The burial dragon continued to walk towards Fang Shaoping, at this moment, Fang Shaoping's face was already colorless in pain, his whole body trembled, and the sweat slid down his face like rain, but no one noticed that Fang Shaoping had retreated from the state of the three-hook jade writing wheel and turned into ordinary black and white eyes.

"Miscellaneous things, dare to ruin my big thing!"

The burial dragon's expression was extremely ruthless, and he kicked Fang Shaoping to the ground with one kick, but Fang Shaoping was still controlled by the fine vines at the moment, not only was it extremely painful, but the chakra was also in the process of losing rapidly, and the vines actually had the strange ability to absorb inner energy.

Seeing that Fang Shaoping had completely lost the ability to resist, the burial dragon stepped forward and stepped on Fang Shaoping's chest, gritting his teeth with hatred:

"Lao Tzu worked hard to get rid of the Predator's nest, but you TM picked up the leak! You say, how do you want to die! Well? How to die! How to die! How to die! ”

Every time he said a word, the burial dragon angrily stepped on Fang Shaoping's chest once, Fang Shaoping's mouth was bleeding, and he was soaked with sweat, but he slowly asked:

"Same camp, why do you want to do this?"

There was a cruel smile on the face of the burial dragon:

"Why? You TM ask me why? The commander of the fifth district, Xiaoxiao, is my love, what do you say about it? We've been planning to blow up the Predator's spaceship and reap the biggest rewards, and you're asking me why? Lao Tzu has passed nineteen horror films, and he is about to go through the life and death trial of the twentieth horror film of nine deaths and a lifetime, and if he passes, Lao Tzu will transcend the level of a veteran and become a more superior existence, you TM ask me why? ”

The burial dragon suddenly leaned down, pinched Fang Shaoping's neck fiercely, and said angrily:

"Now all of this has been ruined by your TM, and you TM asked me why? Target! ”

Syllable!

A hand, grabbed the wrist of the burial dragon, but this hand gave the funeral dragon the feeling of weakness, covered with a layer of green silk thread, the green vine is obviously working, this is one of the killer features of the burial dragon, the Kabastian demon vine in the demon plant, not only can quietly walk from the ground, but also after penetrating into the living body, it can exert three major characteristics, absorb inner energy, and, one of the great pain or paralyzing nerves.

Now, the burial dragon chose the characteristics of great pain to play a role, he speculated that even if the internal energy in Fang Shaoping's body reached tens of thousands of points, it had already been pumped out, so he had already concluded that Fang Shaoping was now a waste person at his mercy, and he must let him experience the most painful pain in the world!

"What a weak hand! Are you resisting like that? ”

The burial dragon sneered, but the hatred in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger, the tips of the two black vines on his shoulders had all changed into the shape of sharp blades, he wanted Fang Shaoping to experience the taste of Ling Chi where the skin and flesh were cut off inch by inch, but his expression suddenly changed.

Because he suddenly felt that the hand that was holding his right hand that was holding the neck of this damned reincarnation was suddenly full of power!

He suddenly looked at Fang Shaoping's eyes, but he saw that the originally normal black and white eyes suddenly turned into blood-colored pupils, and there seemed to be three small tadpole-like black things spinning rapidly in them!

Magic, Writing Wheel Eye!!

The expression of the burial dragon appeared in a trance for a moment, but then it became fierce and abnormal, and the right hand that grabbed Fang Shaoping's neck suddenly exerted force, as if it wanted to crush Fang Shaoping's neck directly.

At the same time, Fang Shaoping also received a hint from a main god that he had never seen before.

- Reminder of the Lord God:

The target character's mental power attribute has exceeded 30 points, and the illusion resistance is extremely strong, and your illusion release fails.

"Crumbs! Play this hand with Lao Tzu! Gather your strength to unleash this trick! Target! Unleash the illusion on Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will let you ...... Ahhh ”

Fang Shaoping's body suddenly burst out with a dazzling silver-white arc, and the burial dragon was immediately screamed by electricity.