Super Dragon Cultivation System

"belch!"

All the sounds Wu Song wanted to make were stricken back by the fire of the dragon.

"Zla!"

The sound of roasting ((rourou) rou) came from Wu Song's belly.

He twisted (body sh n) in pain, but his mouth was held by Heibao and he couldn't swing.

Click!

A foot under his head was easily cut off by Heibao.

Just now, just to let Wu Song carelessly, he pretended to be deadlocked with him for a while.

There is no need to play that now.

Heibao snapped his foot, and the giant claws gripped Wu Song's neck directly.

"Hey! How does it taste?"

Heibao asked with big eyes rolling.

"What? You said the temperature is not enough? Oh oh! Okay, let me spit two more!"

Heibao said to himself, Wu Song hated nothing.

What accompanies you to practice is a deception!

You planned to play me to death from the beginning!

Not only is Wu Song unable to speak, even Shennian can't communicate with Heibao.

Heibao locked his (body sh n) body with divine thoughts.

It's so much fun to play this way. Heibao finished speaking and spit into Wu Song's mouth again.

His dragon's breath is super high temperature and has deep corrosion.

Wu Song's internal organs have been burned completely at this moment.

But there is still a long way to go.

If Wu Song died all at once, Heibao wouldn't have to bother at all.

He's just playing, he just wants to torture the big sister bit by bit.

Zhang Xing was more naughty when he was young, and once brought Heibao they burned those small monsters with fire magic on the mountain.

One of them is one or two feet long.

But it was all burning on the outside. Just now he had a whimsy. What would happen if he burned on the inside?

The dying Wu Song was still struggling weakly.

If he is able to speak now, Wu Song must have scolded Heibao's ancestors eight generations.

It's just too mean, shameless, too ...

Wu Song couldn't think of any words to curse Heibao.

Because his consciousness began to fall into a coma.

"I'm going! Can I still play like this?"

Zhang Xing almost looked aside.

I'm afraid that the demon clan can't think of this way when hunting (sharing) the clan.

Although this method is cruel, it is very popular for people!

Compared to the miserable state about to be exterminated, killing (sha) a big demon is really nothing.

The other demon college students (exposed) showed an expression of anger.

"Stop! You detestable black dragon!"

"Black Dragon, you don't talk!"

"Release instructor Wu Song!"

"You demon dragon, our demon theological college is at odds with you!"

"..."

Heibao ignored the students.

He vomited several low-temperature Long Yan into Wu Song's mouth.

After a while.

"It should be almost roasted. The aroma is out."

Indeed, the scent of roasted ((rou) rou) rou has been fragrant for ten miles.

Wu Song had already died at this time, and he could not die anymore.

No one found that a blank spirit was sucked away by the war halberd in Zhang Xing's hand.

Heibao grabbed Wu Song's two sickle mouths and tore them hard!

Tear it!

The 100-meter-long cricket (body sh 体 n) was torn in half.

The golden light flowing in the inside is fragrant!

"Just a little more dressing!"

Heibao clicked his mouth and wondered where to get a bunch of bottles.

After opening, he began to scatter on the corpse.

Immediately afterwards, a more aromatic taste spread out.

Heibao closed the seasoning jar and ate impatiently.

This scene made the people and demons below be silly.

The demons have done this to the Terrans, but when did the Terrans dare to eat in front of the Terrans?