Crunch!

Thick thorn vines tangled the billboard and were crushed into scrap iron in a crunchy sound.

Shao Zifeng felt his whole body relaxed, and after he was exhausted, he almost rolled off the back of the ball.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Lingling flew up from the throne and supported Shao Zifeng.

Shao Zifeng waved his hand and stood up to check the status of the ball.

I found that it was like myself, which was caused by the sudden relaxation of my muscles after they were extremely tightened, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Woo~”

Feeling Shao Zifeng's worries, Qiuqiu turned around and gave him a reassuring look.

The little girl raised her head and looked at Shao Zifeng and Qiuqiu with her big watery eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she stretched out her little hand and gently stroked Qiuqiu's scales. She said in a slight voice: "Thank you, brother, thank you, Longlong."

Shao Zifeng waved his hand. He felt that he didn't even have the strength to speak now. The muscles of the ball that others were not used to touching were shaking, and there was no such thing as a murderer girl.

The crowd in the distance was a little hesitant, wanting to help but not daring to go forward directly.

"Xiaoya, Xiaoya."

The middle-aged woman broke free from the man's shackles and rushed up, holding the little girl tightly in her arms and cried bitterly.

"Thank you... Thank you, if it weren't for you, Xiaoya...wow--" The woman started crying again before she finished speaking.

"Mom doesn't cry, Xiaoya is not afraid."

While wiping the tears for her mother, the little girl looked at Shao Zifeng and the others quietly, her big eyes full of curiosity.

Seeing this scene, Shao Zifeng felt much better inexplicably, and he felt that what he had just happened was not in vain.

Even the people in the distance looked at him much more friendly.

"roar!"

The poisonous fire dragon that flew out for a distance went around again.

It circled between several buildings, dragon wings drifted across the glass wall outside, and a large amount of debris fell from high altitude.

These citizens gathered together due to various situations, and were in a panic and didn't know what to do, which almost caused a stampede.

Shao Zifeng cheered up: "Lingling!"

"Don't worry, please leave it to me."

Lingling had a cold face, and the stars were flowing in her eyes.

Swish swish swish swish!

Dozens of tiny vines emerged from the cement streets, blocking the debris from high altitudes and flying out.

Shao Zifeng raised his head and stared at the poisonous fire flying dragon in the night sky. He was really annoyed now. If he chose this place to make him have some concerns, it would be nothing, but as a war trainer, she acted unscrupulously to hurt ordinary people, which would be too much.

But he has a dilemma now. If he wants to stop her, he must restrain Feilong.

But if Lingling only leaves, it will not help evacuate the masses, after all, it is the identity of a mutated creature.

If anyone helps, Shao Zifeng's eyes glanced at the crowd.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he saw several young people gathering together, peeking at him with his head and head shrinking.

"You, come out."

The fat man pointed at by Shao Zifeng was stunned and pointed at his nose with a nervous look on his face.

"Just you, come out."

The little fat man walked out of the crowd. He secretly looked up at Shao Zifeng who was sitting on Qiuqiu, with fear and a little longing in his eyes.

"Which school are you from?" Shao Zifeng asked.

"Martial arts in Class 2 and 3 of the Battle Training Department of Bincheng University..."

"No need to say that it's so detailed, I'm in a hurry." Shao Zifeng waved his hand: "Let me listen to what I said next. Can you and your classmates summon all your pets and maintain order and evacuate the masses?"

"I...I."

The little fat man was so nervous that he couldn't speak. After all, he was still a student, and he was really unsure of such things that could lose his life at any time.

Shao Zifeng didn't have so much time to get entangled with him, so he stared at him and shouted: "Can I do it?"

"able!"

The little fat man shook all over, and the fat on his body trembled.

"It's fine if you can."

Shao Zifeng patted the ball under him, staring at the poisonous fire flying dragon.

The scales on the ball that I knew very well were spreading, and the fire elements in the gaps were flowing rapidly towards my back.

boom!

The dragon wings burning with twisted flames spread out, and blew gusts of hot wind slowly left the ground!

"Lingling, let these people be taken care of. If you don't obey, you will use a small whip to slap..."

The voice became more and more distant in the wind, and the dark red light rushed towards the poisonous fire dragon.

"Hey hey hey!"

"Duke Duke!"

"Big bad guy! I won't take me to play!"

Ling Ling looked at the fire ball in the night sky with a piping her feet in anger.

The little fat man raised his head with longing expression, his small eyes full of longing.

"What are you looking at!" Lingling put her waist on her waist: "Go and help."

"He..." The little fat man became nervous and had a bad habit again, and he couldn't speak.

"What is he? He is called Duke!"

"Yes, Duke...Duke"

Seeing the fat man shouting this sentence with a little shame, Lingling's eyes lit up and showed a bad expression.

"Well, I'll assign you the first task first."

"Let your classmates and the others cheer for the Duke together."

"Okay." The little fat man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and ran back to the crowd quickly.

After the fat man returned, he whispered something to his companion. The young students showed a look of embarrassment on their faces and looked at Lingling frequently.

After all, this title is still very shameful to ordinary people.

Yes, the kind that feels ashamed to shout.

Seeing Lingling staring at him, the fat little man closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and shouted: "Come on, Lord Duke! Lord Duke will win!"

Everyone's eyes looked at the fat man, and his face instantly turned red.

But now that things have come to this point, the little fat man simply took the initiative and roared in his throat: "Come on, Lord Duke! Lord Duke will win!"

Under the infection of the little fat man, his classmates gradually joined in.

The fat guy shouted more and more comfortably, and more and more people joined.

In the end, thousands of people shouted slogans together, and huge sounds echoed over Bincheng, containing people's hope.

"Come on, Lord Duke! Lord Duke will win!"

Shao Zifeng's body shook, and his hand holding Qiuqiu almost let go.

He quickly understood who was doing it, and regardless of whether Lingling could see it, he turned around and glared fiercely.

Lingling was immediately happy when she saw Shao Zifeng's defeated expression.

Humph, let you not take me to play.

At this time, Lingling felt someone pulling its skirt. It lowered its head and saw the little girl looking up at it: "Big sister, you are so beautiful."

Lingling hesitated for a moment: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

The little girl shook her head and held Lingling's hand with her chubby little hands.

Her mother wanted to stop her, but the middle-aged man behind her held her back.

"Sister, will the Duke win?"

Lingling looked at the little girl's serious expression, and the expression on her face gradually became softer.

This is the first time someone called the Duke with it, which made Lingling very happy.

"I will win, Lord Duke is the best."

"Um!"

The little girl nodded heavily, with a innocent smile on her face.

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