Chapter 811 Bloodline Mark

"Hey! I say old general! What are you doing? No, no, even if you rub off a few layers of his skin, it is impossible for that mark to appear!"

Nie Yuanlei really couldn't see their brother being treated so rudely, so he couldn't help but stop him.

But Mu Yan tugged at the hem of his clothes, signaling him not to get involved.

Looking down at the woman beside him, Nie Yuanlei pursed his lips, but finally stopped talking.

Zuo Xing was startled by his sudden movement, and subconsciously wanted to wave his hand away.

But he immediately understood what Puli wanted to do, so he raised his hand and put it down again.

It's just that the light in his eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Puli's big hands are full of calluses, and all his life as a soldier, strength is not what he lacks.

So within a moment, the upper end of Zuo Xing's left arm was rubbed red, and if he rubbed it again, his skin might be torn apart.

When the bystanders couldn't bear to watch it again and wanted to stop it, an unexpected scene happened.

I saw that the area on Zuo Xing's left arm that Puli had rubbed gradually became darker, and a shape began to emerge.

Puli was overjoyed when he saw this, and stopped his hands, holding Zuo Xing's left arm with both hands as if he was holding some rare treasure, staring at the changes in the skin in front of him without squinting.

Others also find it very strange that after being rubbed randomly by him like this, things can actually be rubbed out!
"That's it... that's it!"

Suddenly Puli yelled, his face full of surprise.

When his gaze shifted from Zuo Xing's left arm to Zuo Xing's face again, the slight respect just now deepened again, and there was a vague look of a devout believer, as if Zuo Xing was what he believed in. God in general.

"Little prince! The old slave finally found you!" Puli knelt heavily on the ground again, this time he actually prostrated his upper body on the ground, stretched his hands forward, and stroked Zuo Xing's toes. How humble is humble.

"What's wrong with this old general? How did you see the pattern on Zuo Xing's arm become like this?" Nie Yuanlei stretched his neck to look at the pattern on Zuo Xing's arm, as if holding his head up The stag looks exactly like the deer used in Dongyuan's deer team!
It's just that the deer on Zuo Xing's arm seems to be more majestic, with its head held high, as if looking down on everything.

Duo Erjin was also very shocked when he saw this, his mouth was wide open, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were staring at Zuo Xing's arm motionlessly. There was no surprise in that way, it seemed that he was more frightened.

Even all the Dongyuan soldiers who were guarded behind them prostrated on the ground together when they saw the small mark on Zuo Xing's left arm and how Puli prostrated himself in prostration. exactly the same!
"Long live the little prince! Long live the little prince!"

Their shouts were deafening, Zuo Xing looked at everything in front of him in confusion, for the first time he showed a look of bewilderment because of being so valued, he subconsciously looked at Zuo Junyao, wanting to ask for help.

"Zuo Xing, this is your own business, none of us has the right to intervene. Just remember, no matter what time, we will stand behind you and support you! Any decision you make will be unconditional. support!"

(End of this chapter)

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