As the little black cat jumped over Patriarch Murong's shoulder, its sharp claws scratched his neck hard.
Immediately, Patriarch Murong's neck felt as if it had been cut by a magic weapon, the blades formed a straight line, and blood seeped out like threads.
The little black cat moved and returned to Su Luo's shoulder, sitting firmly.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Patriarch Murong.
A flash of horror flashed in the eyes of Patriarch Dongfang! The speed of the little black cat just now was too fast. If he were Patriarch Murong, he would not be much better, and he would definitely not be able to dodge.
Fortunately, the little black cat used claws instead of a sharp sword after all. Looking at the wound on Chief Murong's neck, it seemed to be very shallow, and blood slowly seeped out.
But soon, the Dongfang clan leader discovered that his idea was too naive.
Because Patriarch Murong's expression was very strange at the moment.
It was obviously a shallow claw mark, but his whole body was stunned, his whole face was stiff, and emotions such as fear, pain, shock, regret, annoyance, etc. flashed through his eyes one by one.
This...this is strange.
Not only was Patriarch Murong strange, but the rest of the people were also very strange. They all thought silently in their hearts, what is wrong with Patriarch Murong?
At this moment, Patriarch Murong helped them figure out the answer.
Everyone only heard a "creak" sound... like the sound of wood breaking.
Where did this sound come from?
"Look at Brother Murong's neck!" Chief Shan screamed.
Then, everyone's eyes were directed towards Patriarch Murong.
I saw extreme panic on Patriarch Murong's face, and the claw marks on his neck that were originally shallow were now expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye!
soon!
The claw marks circled around the neck, and then the crunching sound of bones breaking came from there.
Patriarch Murong stood frozen, his pupils contracted rapidly due to extreme fear, and his head was shaking because his neck was cut, as if it would fall off at any time...
So scary...
The clan leaders subconsciously touched their necks, as if they were the ones whose heads were about to fall off...
Creaking, creaking...
Creaking, creaking...
Snap!
The swaying head fell to the ground like a ripe watermelon.
At this moment, on the neck of the headless corpse, blood rushed up like a fountain!
Soon, the blood rushing towards the sky fell down like fireworks due to the effect of gravity.
The clan leaders who were close were still in shock, so they didn't pay attention and were showered with blood mist on their heads and faces.
"ah!"
One of the clan leaders screamed in surprise and quickly stepped back, but accidentally stepped on the head of the clan leader Murong. He accidentally sat down on his butt and flattened the head of the clan clan leader Murong.
No matter how courageous the clan leader Shan was, he would never do this. He was almost scared to death.
At this time, Xiao Lin and Patriarch Lin were really relieved.
Xiao Lin rolled his eyes at Su Luo angrily: "Why didn't you tell me earlier about such a treasure? I was worried to death before, and I was afraid that the fate of my little one who finally escaped would be left here."
Su Luo looked at her quietly: "Didn't I keep saying it?"
When Xiao Lin heard this, he thought so. Su Luo seemed to have been telling her to calm down and sit down to eat melon seeds and chat... But he thought her brain was burned out. It was really funny to think about it.