The sharp beak pecked under the wings, and the small claws slapped the parrot's head. A stream of blood emerged, mixed with the thin honey silk of the honey hawk, seeping from the white eagle's eyes...
Why is this situation so weird? What kind of weird method is this?
Except for Shui Wawa, who kept chanting sutras to wish Bai Ying well, everyone else was thinking: What kind of advanced stuff is Shui Wawa playing?
Jun Yichen swept his eyes and looked at Qing Pingle, thoughtfully
Looking down at the still beating snake's tail, I was frightened and frightened. I really didn't dare to touch it. After thinking for a while, I waved my hand and folded a branch and put it on the ground. I turned up my sleeves and rolled the snake's tail into the branch.
superior
The branches suddenly made a "squeaking..." burning sound, but finally stopped.
People from Shizilou had already gathered around, but looking at the bluestone slabs, no one dared to come within ten feet.
Therefore, even though the small yard was crowded, not many people could understand it; in other words, no one could understand it.
No one dares to shout
The honey silk flower falcon flies above the white eagle's eyes. The honey silk, which is thinner than spider silk, is mixed with the hair-like blood spring, slowly pouring into the white eagle's eyes.
After coming here for a while, the white eagle's talons gradually loosened up, and plumes of black smoke came out of the wounds on its back, which were even absorbed by the falcon.
Shuiwawa quickly reached out and held the white eagle's head with one hand and the parrot's head with the other.
The hand is black, followed by red, the color of ruby...
"baby!"
Jun Yichen's heart almost jumped out of his chest.
How could a water doll do this? It's just an eagle. What does it matter whether it lives or lives?
Roll up your sleeves to bring her over
Look at the water doll’s pink little hands. They look like two hands carved from rubies.
Shui Wawa's only foot was swaying. He squatted down while doing exercises, shook his head and said:
"Brother Jun, the baby is fine, Ying'er is so pitiful. It's all because of this bad parrot. He actually brought a bad snake to stab him. If the baby Ying'er hadn't been sharp-eyed, no one would have been able to escape."
The white eagle's feathers gradually gained color, and the gray ones shone slightly, obviously showing signs of life...