Chapter 625 (2/2)

It's just that the little eyes looking at He Feng obviously have some resentment. It's like a resentful woman. What he Feng looks at is a burst of cold. I'm kidding. A middle-aged bald greasy uncle, or a ghost guy, has been staring at you with resentment.

I don't know. I thought I was watched by fags.

Rao is He Feng's strong psychological quality, which is inevitable. He was a little uncomfortable. He couldn't help humming coldly, and then asked, ”I said, can you not stare at me like this? If you look at me like this again, don't blame me for being rude!”

Then he turned his head to one side, out of sight and out of mind.

”Did you hear that?” piaomiko seemed to be a real dogleg at the moment, even if he kicked on the Archbishop's ass, and then shouted.

And the Archbishop also dared to be angry but not to speak. Where did he have the courage to challenge the ethereal son?

There is no such strength!

He can only stand there in anger and dare not speak. His red robe has been kicked out several big black footprints. His eyes also change and he is beaten continuously.

It was a great blow to the prestige of the Archbishop who was the only one in the church.

The leaders act with authority, and the prestige is gone. The blow to the leader's personal image will be infinite!

But fortunately, piaomiko didn't kick a few feet. He was attracted by the situation inside. The epic drama and the best special effects movies were not as powerful as him.

I only saw four or five hundred little dragons surging inside like a flood. They whispered as if they were just quick-made chickens in the factory. They lined up in neat lines and ran towards the mouth of the giant dragon.

The nearest ones!

It has jumped into his mouth, and the dragon is not vague. He swallowed it directly without chewing. At present, hundreds of newly hatched dragons in the empty Dragon Nest are running obediently to his mouth.

He Feng thought that these dragons were his trained men, or the dragon eggs he came down, were his descendants, but he didn't expect that they were his food or feed.

”What the hell are these little dragons?” He Feng couldn't help asking the cardinal aside. Everything in front of him was too surprising. Tiger poison doesn't eat children. What's the matter with the dragon in front of him?

It's obviously a Bruce Lee of the same model as him, but the proportion is a little reduced. Why swallow one at a time?

And these little dragons also have problems. How can they honestly jump into his mouth? Don't you know how to resist? Don't you know you'll die when you go in?

”I don't know!” the archbishop is also a little strange. The disaster of the rampant dragons that just frightened him did not appear, and it may not appear in the future, because the Dragon nest that just made him suffer from intensive phobia seems to be a poultry farm at the moment.

Produce this modern instant chicken.

Then as food, it was sent to the table!

There is no threat at all.

After his heart had just dropped a little, his heart, which had just sunk into his stomach, mentioned his throat again. He only saw that the giant dragon in front of him began to change faintly after swallowing more than a dozen little dragons.

”I'll go. It's a quick blood recovery? Swallowing these newly hatched dragons is to restore its strength as soon as possible.” He Feng suddenly realized and said to the people around him in surprise.