Lang Shuo was startled, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

Before he could pull his hand out, a cold object pierced his heart.

It was a palm-length black iron stick.

The sharp end was stained with blood, and it flashed coldly under the pale moonlight, like blood and snow, incompatible with each other.

Lang Shuo groaned, and then heard Wu Liu's duck-like voice proudly saying:

"You may have forgotten that I am a turtle beastman. You can't kill me by hurting my body."

The hard shell of the turtle beastman is equivalent to their second life.

"Chief!!" Lang Mie exclaimed, and the anger in his eyes almost burst out.

The Canglang beastmen behind him were also gritting their teeth, wishing to tear Wu Liu into pieces immediately.

"Don't move. Either catch Hu Jiaojiao for me, or you can wait for Lang Shuo to die in my hands." Wu Liu directly threatened them with Lang Shuo.

Lang Mie and the Canglang beastmen were furious, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

Hu Jiaojiao's eyes flashed, and she also heard what Wu Liu said, and she clenched her hands in her bag.

She stared at Wu Liu closely.

"Attacking the body won't kill him..." she murmured to herself, "A headshot should at least kill him

, right?" Hu Jiaojiao tried to aim at Wu Liu's head, but most of his body was blocked by Lang Shuo behind him. If she shot him in the head, the shot would have to go through Lang Shuo's head.

She didn't mind, but it would reduce the success rate of the shot.

After all, she had no professional training and couldn't guarantee that she could make a fatal shot in this situation.

And it was obvious that Wu Liu was their common enemy now.

As her eyes moved, Hu Jiaojiao suddenly saw a leg exposed on the ground.

There was the only breakthrough point.

Her eyes moved slightly and she looked at Long Mo, silently conveying information with her lips.

Long Mo understood her intention almost instantly and nodded.

The communication between the two was only in an instant.

Foxy Jiaojiao put her hands in her bag, and fiddled with something. When she raised her bag again, a sleeve arrow was already installed in her wide sleeve.

"Swish!"

The next moment, the sleeve arrow flew out and accurately shot at the only part of Wu Liu's calf that was exposed. "

Puff! "

It was the sound of the sleeve arrow piercing the flesh.

Wu Liu cried out in pain and knelt on one leg.

"Fox Jiaojiao, I've already told you that you won't die if you hurt my body."

He held the small black box tightly in one hand, with a devilish smile on his face, and turned to order Langmie:

"What are you still standing there for? Attack Fox Jiaojiao's partner, or I will break Lang Shuo's neck now!"

"Stop! If you dare to hurt the leader again, try it!"

Langmie gritted his teeth and moved towards Fox Jiaojiao with an unwilling look on his face.

They no longer have a witch doctor, and the leader's injuries are fatal.

Wu Liu smiled sinisterly, and one hand had already pinched Lang Shuo's neck.

"Do you think there is anything I dare not do..."

Before he finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly loomed over his head.

It was a fierce and powerful black dragon.

Wu Liu sneered, "Do you think you can kill me if you hurt me? Do you think I can't run?"

He was very confident. He was still far away from the black dragon. Although he was not good at fighting, he was not slow at running.

Otherwise, he would not have survived the arrows and boulders.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Liu's face changed drastically.

"What's the matter? Why am I numb in my legs? Why can't I move!"

Wu Liu was shocked and pulled his lower body hard, but found that he was like paralyzed and couldn't move at all.

"Fox Jiaojiao, what did you do to me?!"

Fear finally appeared on his evil face.

Unfortunately, Fox Jiaojiao didn't intend to answer his question.

In an instant, a black dragon flew by with a low roar, and its claws scratched his neck, directly separating his head and body, making it impossible for him to speak.

Bang, bang, bang...

the head rolled to the ground, splattering dirty blood all over the ground.

A pair of bulging eyes were staring wide open, looking in a certain direction with resentment and unwillingness.

Wu Liu probably never thought that he would end his life in this way.

Or teach others how to kill him in person.

As soon as Wu Liu died, Lang Shuo was also thrown to the ground.

"Chief!" Langmie immediately ran over and fell beside Lang Shuo.

"Chief, you can't die... What will happen to me and the tribe if you die!"

Langmie didn't care about anything else, he closed his eyes and burst into tears.

Snot and tears flowed down, dripping onto Lang Shuo's blood-stained face.

Lang Shuo was speechless.

"I'm... not dead yet, why are you crying..."

Lang Shuo looked disgusted, and almost vomited when he saw the snot bubble so close to him.

What sin had he committed to suffer such torture before his death.

"Chief?" Upon hearing Lang Shuo's voice, Lang Mie suddenly stopped, hiccuped, and looked down at Lang Shuo in surprise.

"You are not dead yet, chief, that's great, I thought you were dead, I was scared to death..."

Lang Mie excitedly lifted up Lang Shuo's upper body, and his rough and loud voice sounded like a speaker.

"..."

Lang Shuo was shocked and vomited blood.

His face was full of black lines. With Lang Mie around, he might as well just die.

"Chief..."

After seeing this scene, Langmie quickly closed his mouth, at a loss.

The other wolf orcs also gathered around and saw that Lang Shuo was seriously injured, which was better than Lang Mie.

His face was full of worry, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

The leader was so seriously injured that he might not be saved without a witch doctor...

For a moment, all the orcs lost their fighting spirit, like a group of plucked roosters.

The leader is the spiritual pillar of the wolf orcs. Without the leader, they feel like a piece is missing in their hearts.

Fox Jiaojiao did not approach rashly, but just looked at them vigilantly, thinking about whether to deal with them like she dealt with Wu Liu.

However, it seems that there is no need now.

Obviously, this group of orcs have lost their fighting power now and in the future, and there is no threat.

The wolf pack without its leader was in disarray and useless.

Langmie was at a loss when he suddenly saw Hu Jiaojiao, who was looking at them not far away. His eyes lit up. He

hurriedly shouted:

"Hu Jiaojiao, you are so powerful, you can definitely save our leader, right?"

"You took our tribe's witch doctor away. Can you ask the witch doctor to save the leader? I beg you..."

Langmie, who was always arrogant and rough, knelt on the ground willingly and begged Hu Jiaojiao humbly.

"As long as you can save the leader, we can take the beastmen away from here, the tribe will be yours, and everything here can be yours!"

"Even if you want to kill me for revenge, I will never resist. Please..."

Langmie spoke almost incoherently.

His eyes were so red that they seemed to be grasping at a life-saving straw.

Seeking help from a foxy girl was the last resort he could think of.