The curvature of the corners of Ye Luo's lips deepened: "Naturally, it's true."

Zuo Qimo gasped, he stared at Ye Luo fixedly, and after a while, his slightly pale lips spit out a sentence: "You're lying!"

"Oh? Yes. ”

Ye Luo was calm, "If you want me to prove it, I don't mind giving Senior Brother Zuo a cup of man-eating whale blood." ”

Just one glass.

The man-eating whale heart she picked was two meters high, two meters wide, and two meters long, like a house, filled with heart blood, which had the effect of nourishing the soul, and was something that soul path cultivators flocked to, and at the same time, it also had a strong evil tonic effect on people who damaged their souls.

She actually took out a cup of scarlet man-eating whale heart blood and presented it to the other party.

Zuo Qimo was stimulated by that bright red, his pupils were hot, and the blood in his whole body flowed backwards.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly, and a very terrifying aura suddenly burst out from all over his body, one by one, layer by layer, wave by wave, radiating towards the surroundings.

Alms?

He Zuo Qimo is the heir of the Zuo family, and he is the proud son of the sky with extraordinary talent, why do he need others to give alms?

If you like something, you just need to grab it back!

The blood of this man-eating whale is also of great benefit to his cultivation. He only needs to kill Ye Luo, and he can logically receive all the loot from Ye Luo.

"Cloud Dead Leaf Butterfly!"

Zuo Qimo let out a low sigh and summoned a cloud and mist withered leaf butterfly with two percent of the thin primeval bloodline.

This butterfly has yellowish-brown wings that look like dried leaves. When you flutter your wings and fly, you will shake out layers of clouds and mist, misty, dreamlike, and very beautiful.

Of course, the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is.

"Go!"

Zuo Qimo waved his hand.

The cloud and mist withered leaf butterfly immediately flapped its wings and attacked in the direction of Ye Luo.

The clouds and mist, colorful pollen, fluttering out of the butterfly wings, dotted with dreams, with a strong poison, filled the air, enough to paralyze the enemy's breath and nerve center, inflicting a fatal blow on the enemy!

"Whew~Ben Long Comes to Bird~"

A golden fat dragon, twisting its round dragon body, flew in front of Ye Luo leisurely.

It looked languid, stretched out a dragon claw, buckled its nose, dug out a black boogue, mistook it into a ball, and bounced out.

It's so dead, it's just stuck to the wings of the cloud and mist withered leaf butterfly.

Mist Leaf Butterfly: "......"

The move to release the colored pollen was perfectly interrupted.

No way!

As an ambiguous little butterfly sister, it was really disgusted by the behavior of this fat dragon!

Boogers! It's a real boogia! It's still that big! Let the butterfly be embarrassed!

"Hey, it's dirty? How about Ben Long give you a bath? ”

The voice of the divine machine dragon is as cheap as it is.

Before the Cloud Dead Leaf Butterfly could answer, the Divine Machine Dragon immediately opened its mouth and sprayed a large mouthful of Divine Machine Water at the Cloud Dead Leaf Butterfly.

"Whoa—"

The divine water immediately burned the wings of the cloud and mist withered leaf butterfly, leaving holes one after another.

The clouds and mist, the withered leaf butterfly was caught off guard, and it hurt.

The wings were broken, and it could no longer fly, so it wilted and landed on a dead branch nearby, gasping for breath.

"Haha! Suffer death! ”

The Divine Machine Dragon was so upset that he opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of dragon breath.