It's just that no matter how loud he shouted, Qing Hong, who was trapped in the mist, didn't react at all, he still waved his claws, he leaned over and grabbed him, and he went to scratch his stomach when he retreated a little farther.

Fang Chen just watched Qing Hong pull out his intestines by himself, and his stomach was scratched.

The anxious eyes were red, and without thinking much about it, he directly reached out and rolled up the mussels on the ground and smashed them into the claws that hooked his chest and abdomen.

If the leg is broken, you can pick it up, but if the stomach is hollowed, there is only a dead end.

Therefore, Fang Chen stretched out his hand and wanted to break Qing Hong's leg first.

It's just that when Qing Hong on the other side saw Fang Chen throwing shells at him with a solemn face, he had a feeling: What are you doing?

I just can't move if I want to.

Just now, after Qinghong lowered his head and nibbled on a few mussels, his body began to change uncontrollably, and at that time, he felt that something was wrong, and immediately flapped his wings and wanted to fly out.

It's just that the mussels around it are pulling out the mist faster than it, hooking it up, and dragging it down from mid-air.

The mist was soft and fluffy in its eyes, and when it trapped, it was like a marshmallow on a tarsal bone, which could not be torn apart.

The surrounding mist gathered more and more, and gradually wrapped it into a cocoon.

It wasn't until Qinghong couldn't see the light on the other side that he began to be scared in his heart, struggling desperately, trying to make a little noise so that Fang Chen could hear it, so that he could pull it.

To be honest, when he saw Fang Chen push through the mist and walk in, Qing Hong really felt that he might be God's own cub, but it was only for a moment that this idea changed.

Because after Fang Chen pushed away the mist, he only took one step, and then he didn't go forward, and then he came to act.

With an anxious face, he took a step back and lowered his waist to practice Tai Chi.

Qinghong thought at the time: You are smashing so much! Hurry up and get worms!

Finally, when the play was over, when Qinghong was about to call someone, he saw Fang Chen staring at its stomach with a sad face on his face for a long time.

With that look, Qinghong's frightened legs trembled.

Then, Qing Hong saw that the sadness on Fang Chen's face was even heavier, and he instinctively felt a little bad, and he began to struggle with his legs and feet.

It's just that this mist bundle is too dead, and until Fang Chen on the other side picks up the shell, it can't move back a little.

With a click, Qinghong's third leg on the right side was broken.

The five fingers are connected to the heart, and the animal is not surprised, Qinghong didn't have time to be stunned, and he felt the sharp pain that rushed up to the scalp.

What a heckling egg!

Qinghong's brain was about to burst. It churned desperately, and the whole fog was violently shaken.

Just opposite...... After Fang Chen saw that he had broken one of Qing Hong's legs, Qing Hong not only did not stop, but made more trouble, not only did his paws start to scratch his stomach, but he didn't even let go of his chest.

The desperate ones began to toss.

Fang Chen sighed, silently said sorry in his heart, and then rolled up the mussels under his hand and smashed them.

And this time, he was aiming for two legs.

Bang, bang, two sounds.

Qinghong looked at his two broken legs, and his anger was completely up.

Fighting his wings, he flew out of the mist.

Then he turned his head and began to vent his anger at the mist.

I don't know if the anger burned the string, or if the broken three legs were just painful to wake up, Qinghong's eyes gradually saw the transparent silk threads that the mussels around him kept spitting out.

Where there was mist, there were just thin lines that kept lingering in front of their eyes.

Looking down, Fang Chen was still throwing mussels at its position just now with a look of pity......

Qinghong ...... flew straight down and gave him two slaps in the head.

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