All the mercenaries transformed, and Tianhong still fought with ease. After Yu Guang swept the white wall, he couldn't help laughing.

Little Citron still didn't leave, but just lay on the wall, looking lively like a child.

"Why are you back? Not leaving yet?"

It shook its head: "I don't want to worry about you!"

"You have to think about it. When I clean them up, it will be your turn for the last one!" Tianhong shouted with a smile.

"Don't you say you won't kill me?" Xiao Xiang grinned.

"I want to slap you and make you disobedient!"

"Oh, my flower vine, you can still be domestic violence!"

"Get out!"

"No!" Little Citron simply sat on the white wall, "You can draw them out, you will suffer a loss in it! In the whole team, I can't play a role here. There is obviously some groundwater, and I can't even plant my seeds! The big king flower just now was used to fill water, which is equivalent to a flowerpot."

"Why? I also find it a little strange!"

"because……"

"Be careful!" Tianhong turned around and threw the rake in his hand out.

"when"!

As soon as the rake blocked the front of the little citron, a spark was shot out by something.

"Bastard, it's our team leader again!" Little Citron jumped back to the other side of the white wall and shouted in the air, "Tianhong, pull them out, I want to beat it myself!"

"You are so capable, come in and fight!" Tianhong started to cheer.

"There is a kind of energy inside that is not good for me, and I will be suppressed!"

Hearing this, Tianhong frowned, and he hurriedly rushed outside the wall and shouted, "Twist the rake back, I have a trick!"

"good!"

After a while, Tianhong threw out several relatively small mercenaries with bare hands, and there was no movement outside the wall.

"Is it okay? What are you doing?" Tianhong avoided a crab mountain spirit's big clamp.

"Now! Don't urge me! You don't know how much pounds of your weapon?"

"Hurry up! My injured leg can't be dragged!"

"I know, come here!"

A bgm suddenly rang outside the wall, and the little citron was wrapped around his waist and was sent to the high wall again.

"Where is the rake?" Tianhong used the armor on his arm to resist the back kick of a grasshopper mountain spirit.

"Dang, Dangdang, Dangdang..." Little Citron did not answer Tianhong, and was humming an unknown music in her mouth, but her hands turned to her side to make a look.

Dozens of vines formed a green wall to slowly push the nine-toothed rakes over. Tianhong knew that the strange energy field here would slow down the growth of the vines, so he accelerated a sprint and jumped up on the white wall to reach the rakes that stretched over.

"Bang"! He felt even more painful in his legs when he landed on the ground.

Perhaps it was because my legs had become the original fleshy legs, and my right leg was injured and I could no longer withstand the impact of more than 5,000 kilograms of rakes.

"Little Citron, your uncle! You are just a bad brain! I will definitely send you to the mental hospital first when I go out!" Tianhong, who was originally trying to relieve his second and a half, suddenly became very angry at the rake he sent over.

Just now, the little citron was rubbing on the other end for a long time, but he didn't see him sending the rake over. I thought it was too heavy, and it was a slender young man who couldn't handle it, so it took a lot of vines, which wasted time.

Unexpectedly, this guy changed the skin of the rake on the other end. The front end of the rake, which was originally bare, is now tied with a green bow made of vines, and a small red flower is decorated in the center.

"Does it look good?" Xiao Xiang asked with a shy face on it.

"It's so good!" Tianhong pulled off the red flower with one hand.

"Hey, don't throw it away! That's the Immortal Flower! It can promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and is specially used to treat your bruises and injuries!"

"It's too late to eat now!" Tianhong still honestly stuffed the flowers into his mouth.

"It's time, there's my magic power inside! It's guaranteed that the medicine will cure the disease!" Little Citron pretended to be cute again.

Tianhong glanced at it and suddenly the idea of ​​making a prank arises in his mind.

"Bang"!

As soon as he swallowed the flower, his right face felt a stinging pain. Tianhong quickly covered it with his hands and looked behind him angrily.

A mixture of blood and lime was splashed on the wall. Looking at the pit in the middle, it must have been fired from a musket.

Two seconds later, another severe pain came. The feeling of facial injuries was comparable to Tu Dizang's Purgatory in Fire.

Tianhong's eyes suddenly turned red again, and he pressed his head, which was half full of holes, and swung the nine-toothed rake and smashed it hard at the white wall.

"Bang"! "Bang"! "Bang"!

He smashed the white wall to the right of the little citron and the door, like a pendulum, and the white wall was destroyed by 10 or 20 meters in the blink of an eye.

As the hairs on his hands swung, Tianhong immediately felt like he was in a flood and broke out of the dike. The mercenaries even more exhaled and slowly became the size they should have.

What he guessed was right. The enclosed wall regarded the schoolyard as a container. The respected old man was actually the guy who instilled energy into it, and this energy acted as a stimulant.

This stimulant seems to only work for male mercenaries, but it actually suppresses the little citron that the girls are chirping.

Tianhong is not a mountain spirit or a soul ghost, so he didn't feel it. He extremely despised the old man who was helping others charge forward!

Looking at the rake raised up again, the remaining fifty or sixty mercenaries quickly ran to the depths of the field. In order to maintain the original hugeness, they had to retreat to a place with stronger energy.

"Stop chasing!" Little Jin ran over quickly.

"Bang"!

Tianhong's few stone faces were still shattered by the guy Musket. However, this time he reacted faster. When he turned around and looked at Little Citron, he was ready.

The elusive Hou Chang musket really made him angry, so before his face was shattered, he blocked himself with a nine-toothed rake.

"when"!

A projectile-sized black thing bounced on the rake, and Tianhong immediately held it in his hand.

With a red look on his face, he immediately recognized what he was holding his fingers.

Flea! Extremely big flea!

He has been studying medicine for five years and has never seen such a large variety. No matter how hard the musket is in his hands, he pinched its belly very hard so that he could see this rare species.

"If this is made into a specimen, can I get a Nobel?" he muttered.

"Don't! We will have no grievances in the future, no grudges in the near future!" The musket quickly began to draw closer.

"Is that so? Look at my face! How much is left?" Tianhong leaned closer and said in a low voice.

"This..." The musket was completely speechless.

Behind him was Xiao Citron watching, Tianhong wanted to take the opportunity to play with the musket in his hand, who made it the biggest leader here?

"Why would you eat you? My ability to recover my body has been reduced a lot. In the past, my face could heal at that time, alas!"

"No, big guy! Boss! Big brother! Dad! Ancestor?" The musket raised Tianhong's seniority higher and higher. "I, I have a way to help you recover quickly. Don't eat me!"

"It's useless, let me taste your taste!" Tianhong pretended to put the musket into his broken mouth.

"Stop!" the old man flashed.
Chapter completed!