Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

“Has no one really crossed this line in thousands of years?” Mumbai feels a powerful force spreading at the junction, almost totally dissociated from his power.

Just being close is such an exclusion, what if entering? Didn't you just shatter him?

He is not a human being, but he is still excluded. No wonder there are so many glances around him...

The Red Fire Dragon glanced at the clear side of the eye, like the boundaries covered by the heavenly dome barrier, and the deep end of the eye flashed rapidly through an obscure dark stream.

But it soon disappeared again.

A moment of silence!

The Red Fire Dragon, who has always had a rough voice, seems to have become lazy since he arrived in the area; "I hear that, the natural barrier has a powerful oppressive power, except for our Dragon Nation, ordinary people cannot bear it. ”

Mumbai said that there was a sudden urge to roll over his eyes.

So he brought them here, and he couldn't get in, or he was just blind?

Did it take them days to get here so fast that they couldn't get back?

Mumbai thought about it, and his subconscious glanced at the cloud dance.

Probably not!

Now that this woman knows that the "ancient light” may be in the Dragon Nation, let's not say that it is just a "natural barrier junction” in front, even if the upper official tomb blocks the way, it is not expected that she will never fail to turn back.

What a floodbeast, don't even think about stopping this woman!

For some reason, he only got along with this cloud dance for the second time, but Meng Bai is sure!

Even Mumbai understands this. Can't the Red Fire Dragon not understand the heart of cloud dance?

That's why he said it directly.

“But I do have a solution, but I don't know if it works.” Red Fire Dragon suddenly said.

The cloud dance and the dragon frowned and looked at him, seemingly waiting for him to say the rest.

Red Fire Dragon's gaze suddenly swept Mumbai's eyes; “Isn't he a mouse? Maybe try underground, since it won't get past. ”

“What?”

Underground?

Is he trying to get him to punch a hole in the ground?

“What do you mean? I'm a snow rat, not that lowlife rat. Go on, punch yourself if you want, huh?” Meng Bai's eyes swept away the red dragon.

Though he was a rat, he was the most noble of the rats, not a rat of lower descent.

He punched him in the hole, but he insulted his blood!

“If you weren't a snow rat, I wouldn't be too lazy to call you this rocky ground. Do you think a groundhog could break through?” The Red Fire Dragon also had a bit of a temper.

Mumbai wanted to talk, but he couldn't.

It is true that, while the groundhog is good at punching holes, it is absolutely impossible to punch through the rock.

But didn't he lose his identity by making a hole in front of this dragon? How can you make him look good in front of him?

Mumbai was a proud rat, which really depressed him.

Cloud dance and dragons are evil, but not a word at this time.

Even if Mumbai refuses to accept it, it is not expected that cloud dance and dragon evil will say a word of force.

A moment of silence!

Meng Bai glanced at the Red Fire Dragon with dissatisfaction, without a good airway; “This time, I'm looking at the face of cloud dance, you go away. ”

Red Fire Dragon is quite "obedient” this time, step back.

The cloud dance looked at the dragon and took a few steps backwards.

Mumbai was only then a twist, and suddenly a snow-white light opened up on him.

“Psst!”

The light dissipated, only to see Mumbai just standing, already a fat white rat with snow and white plush.

However, this time it was different from the last time the cloud dance saw so little Q cute.

This time, the original form of Mumbai was large enough to have an adult Northeastern tiger, missing some Q-version cuteness, but adding a sense of awesomeness.

Cloud dance is not a frown.

And Mumbai didn't seem to like to be staring at this “big” shape right now. When the original shape was unified, he immediately erected his forelimb claws under the white hair and dug towards the rock very quickly.

“Click, click...”

The sharp and harsh excavation sounded.

It turns out that the original hard rock, beneath the claws, was like a sponge, and the brush was chopped to pieces.

“Wow...”

As the rubble flew around, the ground was drilling deeper and deeper.

Not long ago, the white mouse disappeared.

Another half-day!

There are no more rubble splashes out in the ground hole. In the ground hole, a glance has gone deep. If it weren't for the underground hole, you could still hear the excavation, but you thought Mumbai had left!

“Hey, rat, is it deep enough? Dig deep enough, don't dig deep enough..." Red Fire Dragon listened to the deepening and deafening excavation, finally couldn't help but pull that loud voice and yell into the black hole.

The sound in the bottom hole was echoed for a while.

It seemed like half a day had passed before it reached Membrane White's ear, which had already been dug deep!

“Dead dragon, are you trying to fool me, I'm about to dig into the flame area, or the boundaries of that junction...”

Deep in the cave, after a good half-round, the echo came from a roar that seemed to be extremely patient with anger.

Have you dug up the flame zone yet?

Isn't that about to reach the top of the earth? How deep is that?

The cloud dance on the ground rumored, his heart flashed with stunner and surprise.

In addition to feeling stunned by the fact that the natural barrier actually extends to the ground, there is also the surprise that Mumbai has dug into the depth of the flame.

I thought that Monbai's arrogance on a daily basis was due to his natural nature.

But now, it is estimated that Mumbai is truly of a high ranking descent in the rat race...

“Boom!”

Suddenly, a strange earthquake fluctuated deep beneath the earth.

“Nutrition…”

Then came the sound of a brewing oil rolling pan.

“What's going on?” The clouds frowned as they danced, trying to get close to the cave.

But for the next moment!

A white shadow suddenly emerged from the cave, accompanied by a hot temperature, followed by a smell of grilled meat.

“Shit, you fucking dragon, you really killed me today...”

In the roar, accompanied by the pain of biting the incisors.

As soon as the cloud dance saw the appearance of Mumbai, it almost instantly reacted, and the water elements condensed, quickly toward that road and covered with Mars' Mumbai.

“Nutrition…” this time, is the sound of water burning.

Wait for the blue light to go away!

Seeing as it is, the stunning image of a large white mouse in Mumbai has been destroyed and is somewhat unbearable.