The Injured Boy Will Not Fall In Love With The Sickly Snake Girl

The Dragon King looked up to the sky and laughed.

"What I want is for me to be the only one in the world. Not. Not the tiny land of Thousand Peaks Desert!"

"Is the Qianfeng Desert a tiny place? You seem to have a big appetite."

"That's right, I'm the protagonist." The Dragon King patted his chest.

A trace of disgust flashed in Hong Ying'er's eyes.

What protagonist? Could this guy be crazy?

Still mad.

He was mumbling, and he didn't know what medicine he had taken.

"What is a protagonist?"

Hong Ying'er asked strangely, as if she was looking at a fool.

"The protagonist is the one who controls your life, hahahahahaha!"

This person must be sick.

Having trouble with your brain? Or what?

Hongyinger was speechless.

"Smile awkwardly for five sentences, laugh three sentences, and keep laughing. Are you sick? Why didn't I see that you were so crazy before?"

"How dare you question me like this? I laugh because you enemies are overestimating your capabilities."

"Since you think I shouldn't laugh, let's give it a try."

As he spoke, the Dragon King raised his hand and struck.

The lightning followed his palm and shot towards Hong Ying'er's spiritual body towards the community.

How could this poor spiritual body withstand the attack of great luck?

In an instant, he was hit and turned into ashes.

Haha, how is it?

Your Highness the Saint, even if your true form comes, you can't stop me for two rounds!

The Dragon King’s men were also very surprised.

This saint is just a spiritual body.

It was also powerful enough to be the War King, but now the Dragon King was destroyed by just his own strength.

The realm of the Dragon King himself is only that of the God of War.

They all couldn't figure out how Netherland should fight this battle.

The Saint is the strongest combat power of the Nether Clan today.

"I advise you to reflect carefully and take care of yourself. Don't push me into a hurry." The Dragon King pinched his waist, looking like a primary school student.

"Hehehe, your Excellency is indeed very skilled."

"My saint daughter is not good at studying, so I'm afraid she'll make a joke."

"Your saint?"

"Aren't you still her elder?"

The Dragon King was a little strange. He had never heard of anyone older than Hong Yinger existing in the underworld before.

At least the highest combat power active on the surface of the underworld is Hong Ying'er's War Emperor.

The Dragon King couldn't help but panic.

Now this elder's apparent strength is higher than that of Hong Ying'er.

Then his plan to annex the Underworld will come to nothing again.

Oh, it can’t be considered a failure, but there are just a few more variables.

The Dragon King thought about it, regained his composure, and said with a smile:

"Dare you ask me your senior's name?"

"Your Majesty, please stop asking these questions. Your Majesty has succeeded. Is it time to withdraw? This is the last warning from our clan to you."

"It's a joke, you gave our Lord Dragon King a final warning. You don't even know what you are. How great and supreme our Dragon King is. If you don't surrender quickly, it's already a serious crime. Now you dare to give him the last warning." Warning, court death.”

The Dragon King's men jumped out one by one and geared up, as if they were not the ones who were repulsed just now.

"Get out of here, you bunch of bastards!"

The Dragon King was impatient with the noise.

"You stole my lines, what did I say?"

"Are you talking about northwest wind?"

"Yes, yes, the little one has usurped the throne. I plead guilty. I stand down. I'd better ask the Dragon King to scold them."

The Dragon King cleared his throat.

"I said that all your saints have been beaten back. If you have any ability, come out and fight. If not, surrender quickly to me, lest your life in the underworld be ruined. Do you hear me?"

"Your Excellency is getting louder and louder. I will give you a child. If you can defeat him, I will be defeated without a fight. How about that?"

"Child? There's no need for you to be so mean, right? If you can't beat me, then ask a child to stand up. What a righteous person I am, how could I accept your trap? I won't do anything to children."

"Really? Then let him beat you unilaterally."

"Asshole, what did you say?"

"Go, Xu Xiu."

With a bang, Xu Xiu burst out of the air and was held up by two Nether Tribe girls to prevent him from falling from the air.

Xu Xiu suddenly came to such a high altitude, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

He was also muttering reluctantly.

"What the hell, you, the Nether Tribe, are taking matters into your own hands on me. Do I owe you anything?"

The Dragon King laughed when he saw it: "Hahaha, it turns out he is Kong Xiaoyue's younger brother, isn't he?"

One of his men saw Xu Xiu and smiled: "Yes, he is Kong Xiaoyue's incompetent godbrother. He is not related by blood. What do you think Kong Xiaoyue does by keeping such a younger brother by her side?" Yes?"

Hahahahaha, several people started laughing inappropriately.

Xu Xiu blushed.

He angrily said to them: "What are you laughing at? A bunch of guys are on the verge of death, don't you know what's going on?"

"You brat, if you dare to scold me, you are looking for death."

"I'm not looking for death. You are about to be in disaster. I won't tell you who is looking for death!"

"Why are we in such trouble?"

The military advisor smiled and said to Xu Xiu: "You are really capable of telling us something. Let us see what you have in mind."

"You really don't know the background of the most powerful person in the Nether Clan right now."

"The strongest one?"

The Dragon King was very interested in Xu Xiu. For some reason, there was always something inexplicable about Xu Xiu that attracted him and made him want to take it.

"Their highest combat power, the saint's spiritual body, was destroyed by me with one blow. Even if it was the real body, it would only be within three rounds. Can you tell me where we are when we die?"

Xu Xiu nodded: "As expected of the son of destiny, the protagonist of time travel. He can kill people by force in any realm. He will always have countless secret treasures in his hand, right?"

"You, you actually know so clearly?"

The protagonist is something that few people in this world can understand, except for time travelers like the Dragon King.

But now this child has revealed his identity as a time traveler. Who is he?

Could it be that he is also a time traveler like himself?

The Dragon King felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.

He has been struggling in other worlds for so many years, relying on his sharpness.

The boy in front of me is definitely not simple.

"Boy, who are you? How do you know, how can you understand the meaning of the word protagonist?"

Xu Xiu smiled: "You keep telling people about it every day, why do you still blame me?"

"I hear what you say everywhere!"

"You... are there other people in this world who are..."

Halfway through his words, the Dragon King looked around guiltily.

Xu Xiu spread her hands arrogantly:

"How do I know what you are talking about and whether there is anything else? I only know the protagonist like you..."

Xu Xiu glanced at him with a smile, showing her white teeth.

The sarcasm in his eyes could not be concealed.

"...As bad as the villain! They are all the culprits that block my freedom. You all deserve to die!"