Princess Against the World

When she stood firm again, the two people opposite her had returned to their original colors.

Under the attack of the one-horned dragon, two of the Bat Ancestor's three subordinates have been killed, and the only one is also crumbling. It seems that he is only one breath away from death.

Fortunately, the ancestor of the bat roared, dragging his disabled body back.

Amidst the sound of "Hulala", other bloodthirsty bats also flew back and surrounded the Bat Ancestor.

However, every one of them was in a miserable state, and their combat effectiveness was obviously insufficient.

"Third Young Master?"

Feng Chenglin looked at the one-horned dragon and stood alert.

"What should we do now?... fight with it against those big bats?"

"Look at both sides... let's talk!" Ling Luoyu's eyes flickered between the one-horned dragon and the bat ancestor.

Both of them seemed to be competing for her.

In this case, she won't have any trouble with this prize for the time being!

"Let's talk about it again? Let's take a look..." Feng Chenglin was instantly discouraged: "What's there to see? If you ask me, let's just join this dragon and kill those big guys..."

After a pause, he waved hard at the Bat Ancestor as if to demonstrate.

"Look at them, they look ferocious. They are not good birds at first glance... Just pick up the knife and kill them!"

Ling Luoyu still said in a deep voice: "Let's see and then talk!"

Holding Feng Chenglin's arm, she stepped aside, avoiding the side of the one-horned dragon.

Who knows, the one-horned dragon seemed to have noticed their intention, and suddenly let out a low roar, making a gesture to rush towards Ling Luoyu.

However, as soon as it moved, the bat ancestor opposite also moved towards Ling Luoyu's direction.

"Fuck..."

Feng Chenglin and Ling Luoyu's figures suddenly paused.

"Third Young Master, you have become a favorite..."

They stopped, and so did the One-horned Flood Dragon and the Ancestor Bat.

The next second, the eyes of both parties met again.

Almost instantly, the one-horned dragon suddenly stood up and pounced on the bat ancestor.

What greeted him was the collision of countless bloodthirsty bats like moths rushing into a flame.

The two sides exchanged moves almost instantly.

If Ling Luoyu hadn't pulled Feng Chenglin back in time, he would have been sprayed with blood again.

Feng Chenglin felt a trace of panic in his heart: "Third Young Master, why do I... feel that neither of these two parties is a good thing?"

At first, compared to the brutal and ugly bloodthirsty bat, the one-horned dragon seems a bit cute and silly.

In my preconception, I felt that the one-horned dragon was more like a good thing.

But now it seems that everyone should be prepared.

Ling Luoyu was confused like him, but she was trying to find the key things in the confusion.

"I always thought that the existence of the one-horned dragon and the bloodthirsty bat was because of the treasures inside... Where there are treasures, there are guardian beasts, and there may be more than one guardian beast, but now it seems that between them, Time... is like a constraint - if you don’t make it easy for me, I won’t make it easy for you either!”

"Yes, yes, look at the one-horned dragon's eyes... when they faced us, they were still turbid and white, but now? They have turned into a scarlet and bloody color..."

This is like a person who was originally stupid, but finally exposed the cruelty in his heart and tore off the mask of hypocrisy! !