Chapter 607 (1/2)

In addition, the concept of dragon in the East and West is different. It's just that they are treated as the same word in translation. In fact, the two are very different.

At this time, looking at the fountain below and the angel statue gradually recovering above, he Feng suddenly felt something wrong and thought of something.

”No!” He Feng suddenly changed his face, raised his hand slightly, and then suddenly turned around and scolded jerovsky in front of him: ”are you lying to me?”

The two virtual shadows I caught before should be two ghosts, and since the bottom is a dragon, how can it have anything to do with this thing? There is only one answer.

That's the one in front of me. Jerovsky is lying!

He Feng has always hated lies. Few people like them, especially when they will cause harm to themselves.

He immediately showed a cold light on his face. In his eyes, his sharp edge appeared. The dry general suspended at jerovsky's neck also went deep inside. The sharp dry general was facing his throat, and the fluorescence on the sword was clearly visible.

Even if the moon is not bright.

The idea seemed a little gray, but the clear touch from his neck still made jerovsky tremble involuntarily.

He only saw a shallow scar on his neck, and light red blood seeped out. If he was careless, the sharp sword tip could cut his throat.

Cut his throat!

At that time, the blood gushing from the main artery will block his trachea, and then he will suffocate alive!

”You're not sincere!” He Feng said coldly. ”To be honest, what's the bottom? If you dare to lie again, you know the consequences!”

”I didn't lie!” said jerovsky in a panic. His body shrank back involuntarily, for fear that this sharp sword suspended in the air would end his life.

Looking at his appearance, he Feng frowned. Such a person who is afraid of death should not lie!

What the hell is he doing?

”Less nonsense, honest, what's underneath?” He Feng said coldly.

”It's really a dragon. I didn't lie to you. I swear to God and swear with my divine personality.” in a panic, jerovsky offered the flag of oath and hurriedly promised to He Feng.

Hearing this boy, he Feng swore that the light in his eyes gradually dissipated and replaced by waves of confusion. What's going on?

It seems that the dead fat man is telling the truth, but what's the matter with the two ghosts? Does the dragon like to stay with ghosts?

Also, how did Zhou Huiying get the strange disease?

What's the connection? Too many doubts flooded into He Feng's mind, making his mind seem like a paste, which can't be sorted out at all!

There's a feeling that the scissors are still in disorder!

He couldn't help waving his hand, and then stretched his hand down. In the twinkling of an eye, he stared at jerovsky. His hand was as if it was magic.

There appeared a small porcelain vase with exquisite workmanship and exquisite blue and white painted with a small brush.

”What's going on? Take something from space?” jerovsky said in shock, looking at the small bottle that suddenly appeared in He Feng's hand.

”Don't talk nonsense, I'll ask you, do you know what's inside?” He Feng frowned, then turned around and said to the misty son: ”the old man put him down!”