My nemesis insists on me committing myself

Chapter 88

Immediately afterwards, Fan Yuqing, who was stinking, dressed in ragged clothes, and covered in blood, was spat out by it, and hit the ground heavily.

Song Pingyang was so frightened that he hurriedly crawled toward Fan Yu.

"Qing'er, Qing'er..." Song Pingyang called repeatedly.

However, Fan Yuqing had completely lost consciousness, the aura from his body dissipated without a trace, and he was completely disabled.

"This dragon has never tasted such a stench from a human being. This dragon is so disgusting." The dragon flying in mid-air uttered in disgust.

Song Pingyang was terrified, a dragon who could speak human language?

Really dragon?

Song Pingyang roared immediately, "You are a dragon, how can you eat people."

"A mere mortal, with a body of trash, delusional to contract Benlong, this is Benlong's punishment for her, she deserves it!"

This style of painting is a bit wrong!

Shenlong ignored Song Pingyang and flew directly in the direction of Sanskrit.

One by one, the dead soldiers were swallowed into the mouth, but in the blink of an eye, most of the dozens of dead soldiers were cut off.

Shenlong wrapped around Fanyin's side directly, flattering him, "Master, I finally found you!"

Sanskrit stared at the pleasing and obedient dragon in front of him, feeling a little chilly for some reason, "Why is age so cute?"

Shenlong became serious in an instant, and his appearance became a little menacing, which was indeed a bit scary.

"You'd better be cute!" Sanskrit was speechless.

This contrast is cute, and the difference is too much.

How dare the black-clothed dead man rush up again now, for fear of becoming the food of the dragon, and he is the master who eats people without spitting out bones!
"Ouch..." Shenlong felt nauseous for a while, and then spit out more than a dozen corpses, "Although it doesn't smell bad, it's too unpalatable."

It seems that he is the one who vomits bones.

Sanskrit, "..." You have a reason to eat people!

"Fanyin, return my daughter!" When Song Pingyang realized it, he picked up the knife on the ground and charged at Fanyin.

"Enough!" There was a sharp shout.

Then I saw Fan Xinran hurried over, sweating profusely.

He looked at the messy courtyard, Fan Yuqing lying on the side whose life and death were unknown, and Song Pingyang who was seriously injured.

If he hadn't gotten the news and came here, Song Pingyang might have become the meal of that evil dragon.

It never occurred to him that Sanskrit had become so powerful that those dead soldiers could not get any favors from Sanskrit.

What surprised him the most was Yin Dunning, she actually...

"Xinran, our daughter, Qing'er..." Song Pingyang hurriedly walked towards him, but because of his injuries, he threw himself into Fan Xinran's arms.

Fan Shuyao did not know when she had reached the seat where Fan Yuqing was lying, stretched out her hand to sniff her, and said happily, "Father, mother, sister is still angry, she is not dead!"

Sanskrit looked at Shenlong, "You didn't kill her?"

"Of course not. Her soul is too stinky. Benlong only ate three souls and two souls, but he couldn't eat. After waking up, he must be a fool!"

Can't eat?

Then you should not eat it!
Song Pingyang roared angrily, "What dragon, I can tell it's an evil dragon!"

There is no beast in this world that can eat human souls.

The divine beast came to the world, and in her eyes, it was clearly a monster.

"No...it's not a dragon, it's a jiao!" Fan Xinran stared at the dragon wrapped around Fanyin's side, tremblingly.

Although the dragon and the Jiaolong are both dragons, they are actually very different, and their horns are the biggest difference.

The dragon scales of this dragon are black, the horns like thorns on the dragon's head, and the dragon fins on the dragon's back are enough to show that it is not a dragon, but a flood dragon.

"I know a little bit."

(End of this chapter)