Fei Yi had long lost his initial ferocity, and was becoming increasingly powerless in the fight. After all, every time the young man had a 'last burst of energy', the hammer would hit him, causing his internal organs to tremble violently.
The snake's blood gradually covered the hilltop.
Only the Tiger Temple was safe and sound.
then.
After a long time.
Fei Yi collapsed to the ground, his pupils dull:
"Aren't you... about to die?"
Bang--
A hammer hit the shattered skull with scales, and the force penetrated the earth, causing large spider-web-like cracks. Fei Yi lost his vitality with doubts.
“This time it’s real.”
After putting away Forty, Li Mo, who felt sore and numb all over, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He sat down on the devastated ground, gasping for breath and his eyelids drooping.
just.
He killed a sixth-grade disaster beast head-on! This record was enough to rank among the top ten of the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
It is even more frightening to include Xiang Liu who was killed by the magic weapon driven by the world's power. I don't know whether the influence of Yantian Sect includes Southern Xinjiang....
But Li Mo had no time to think about those things, as every cell in his body was sending out fatigue signals.
He took the hammer and returned to the only intact tiger temple.
"Bingtuozi, are you okay?"
"I haven't decided yet."
"ah?"
Li Mo was stunned. What he asked was whether Bingtuozi was ready to change shifts. He really wanted to take a break.
What does "haven't figured it out" mean?
Bingtuozi's eyes seemed somewhat complicated and tangled.
"What haven't you thought of yet?"
“….”
Ying Bing lowered his eyes and looked outside as if nothing had happened, as if he was appreciating the "wonderful" scenery.
After a while, she spoke:
"Li Mo, you want to hear..."
“Snoring…Snoring…”
The snoring of classmate Xiao Li at this moment is comparable to that of the beautiful teacher.
He was sleeping soundly, his handsome face showing fatigue, a mixture of light and dark in the twilight, vaguely losing some of his childishness and gaining a bit of toughness.
Ying Bing was stunned for a moment, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a gentle manner that she herself did not even notice.
She brought the futon closer and knelt on it.
Gently lifted his head and placed it on her slender thighs.
Isn't it more important to let him have a good rest than to praise him?
This time, the two little guys, one black and one white, did not come out to quarrel.
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