Until Xuanyuan Xuantian flashed past him, Ling Xiaotu still didn't realize it was him.
Because Xuanyuan Xuantian was originally so far away from him, and the speed of the primitive plant was so fast, even Zhongli Yirui beside him couldn't see it clearly.
After Ling Xiaotu saw the familiar figure of the man, it took her several seconds to recognize from the smell that it was Xuanyuan Xuantian.
Xuanyuan Xuantian has always been so powerful. Xuanyuan Xuantian has saved her several times. Last time, last time, but Xuanyuan Xuantian's feelings should not be that of someone who would stand in front of him when he was attacked.[
Ling Xiaotu is not narcissistic enough to have this kind of relationship between them, although she still has some use value for him.
However, the fact happened.
At the first moment, the tip of her nose was occupied by a familiar smell of blood, which made her want to vomit.
However, when she realized what kind of situation this was, she just watched blankly as Xuanyuan Xuantian grabbed the middle of the bayonet-like vine with one hand, firmly grasped the red thing, and then vigorously
Tear, break.
But that vine quickly grew another one on the branch like a magic trick, and as easily as a telescopic rope, it cut hard into Xuanyuan Xuantian's defenseless shoulder.
I don't know how powerful it is, but at least it can cut Xuanyuan Xuantian's body open.
But Xuanyuan Xuantian is always just a human being. Although he can transform into a snake, his body is still in human form.
He needs to eat, sleep, and use her as a gentle pillow. Moreover, he will be injured and bleed, unlike her.
Ling Xiaotu has been trying her best to hide her differences.
She was careful not to get hurt. She was not afraid of dying, but she was worried about other people's scary expressions and doubts after discovering that her body did not bleed at all.
Ling Xiaotu subconsciously reached out to help Xuanyuan Xuantian. She was vaguely aware that the man's body was tense. Ling Xiaotu didn't need to look at it to imagine how painful it would be to be stabbed on the shoulder by such a prehistoric monster.
But Xuanyuan Xuantian didn't make any move. His waist stabbed by the dragon's tail had only healed a short time ago, and there was still residual dragon poison in his blood.