On the altar, Jörmungandr suppressed Chu Zihang's body, opened his mouth slightly, and could see the sharp teeth flashing with cold light.
Chu Zihang's bones creaked under the heavy pressure. The two looked at each other for a long time again. Chu Zihang spoke calmly: "You stay in my head, and as a price, I will take Xia Xia away."
Mi.”
"You don't know how to negotiate at all," Jörmungandr said, adding a little more strength. Chu Zihang snorted and secretly gritted his teeth: "I am in your head now, you should beg me for mercy, and
It’s not about negotiating terms with me.”
"You need to negotiate terms with me," Chu Zihang said expressionlessly, as if he was not the one being suppressed by Jörmungandr: "Master must have a way to deal with you. As long as I open my mouth, you will die."
"Then don't even think about living." Jörmungandr grinned, his fangs flashing with blood, and he pushed back like a child.
"Don't act like a child. You should know how to do it more profitably." Chu Zihang tilted his head and sighed: "If you still want to eat me, then go ahead."
Wrapped in the dragon wings, the surrounding world is neither dark nor bright, but a hazy dark gray. The stone slab on the altar is cold and hard, and the person and the dragon on the stone slab are looking at each other. The atmosphere is a bit tense.
And a little ambiguous.
Jörmungandr seemed to be considering Chu Zihang's proposal, and his hands holding Chu Zihang loosened slightly. At this moment, Chu Zihang broke free from the restraints and kicked Jörmungandr on the stomach.
The two rolled down the altar and rolled into a ball on the cold ground. Chu Zihang took advantage of the situation and strangled Jörmungandr's neck. He locked Jörmungandr in a standard naked choke and twisted him with both hands.
"You always fail to learn well," Jörmungandr's figure disappeared like smoke again and appeared next to Chu Zihang: "This is a virtual image in your mind. You can't kill me with your fighting skills."
"Really?" Chu Zihang rolled on the spot and stepped away from Jörmungandr's foot: "What about this one, it's broken!"
Yan Ling? Jun Yan was summoned by Chu Zihang, and a huge explosion covered the sky with blazing flames, but Jörmungandr just stood there with a contemptuous smile.
"Can such an unknown thing hurt me?"
The explosion stopped, as if time had frozen, standing still in mid-air, then rolled back, curled up into a small orange-red dot in front of Chu Zihang, and finally disappeared into the air.
"Brother, stop struggling, I will eat faster." Jörmungandr's posture was graceful, his steps were light, his every move was weak, but with the aura of death, Shi Shiran walked towards Chu Zihang.
Chu Zihang was panting on the ground, and the ghostly feeling of being pressed against the bed returned to him again. Even though Jörmungandr claimed to be the weakest Dragon King, the pressure on him at this moment was definitely not small.
"I'm not good at words, what about this?" A ball of fire shot out from his hand, spinning toward Jormungandr's face, but the other party only slapped it lightly, and the fireball was fanned into tiny sparks.
The gap is too big.
Looking around, Chu Zihang couldn't help but feel a burst of despair, just like when he faced Odin on the viaduct, so powerless and weak.
"Zihang, Zihang!" A voice seemed to come from a distant place, which refreshed Chu Zihang's spirits. It was Ander's voice. He spoke in his ear: "No matter what you encounter, remember,
This is your dream, this is your brain, and here you are invincible."
At this moment, Chu Zihang took a deep breath, and Ander's voice woke him up. Flames poured out from his body, and a pair of dragon wings made of flames stretched out from behind. The fire formed new limbs.
With the new scales, in his mind, Chu Zihang transformed into the posture in his dream.
It was a giant brass dragon similar to Ender. He spread his wings and roared towards Jörmungandr.
…
At this time, in the outside world, Ander put down his hand on Chu Zihang's forehead and let out a sigh of relief.
Just now, Chu Zihang's body suddenly trembled, huge heat surged from the surface of his skin, and the golden boy was so hot that it seemed like it was about to melt.
Fortunately, Ander tied him up early. Seeing Chu Zihang's posture, he raised his hand and cast two sleep spells, and then added a charm human being, finally calming him down.
In this battle that took place in Chu Zihang's mind, Ender was unable to participate in the battle and could only provide support through some off-site means.
"How's it going?" Old Tang came over and asked.
Ender stood up and replied: "Fortunately, I gave him a mental suggestion and added some magic power. If I'm lucky, he should be able to survive."
"What if I'm unlucky?"
"Then the school bell should ring."
Old Tang didn't understand what Ander meant, but he also knew that Chu Zihang's situation was not good. He moved over to see how he was doing, but saw his closed eyes suddenly open, revealing a pair of golden erect eyes.
At this moment, in the world in her mind, Jörmungandr fell to the ground, with Chu Zihang, who had recovered his human form, pressed against him. Unsurprisingly, she lost, and now she could only let the other party slaughter her.
"Come on, kill me and take away Xia Mi." Jormungandr coughed up a mouthful of blood and said intermittently: "I give... everything about her... to you.uuReading www.uukanshu.com
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"No need," Chu Zihang released his hand on Jörmungandr's neck: "You can stay, just like I said, give Xia Mi to me, and I will be your shelter."
"Ha, you... don't understand us after all." Jermungandr suddenly grabbed Chu Zihang's arm, took his hand, and pierced his chest: "The failed Dragon King... can only be swallowed up
…”
Blood and flesh splattered, and Chu Zihang felt his hand grab something hard. He looked into his hand and found that it was a flawless white gem. In the facets of the gem, a girl's smile could be vaguely seen.
The Jörmungandr in front of him fell down on the black altar, motionless like a sacrificed person.
The gem made a crisp sound and glowed white, and everything around him was crumbling. Outside, Chu Zihang's body was trembling. Even though his mouth was blocked, a strange chanting sound echoed in the room.
That was the vibration of the iron chain on his body. The essence of sound is vibration. The speaking spirit needs to be activated by sound. At this moment, all the scientists in Kassel witnessed the miracle. As the iron chain vibrated, a speaking spirit relied on the vibration.
The sound started.
On the operating table, Xia Mi's newly prepared body trembled slightly, her brain waves began to return to normal, and her fingers curled up slightly, as if she wanted to grab something.
Chu Zihang woke up panting and found that his body was as hot as coals. Ander stood aside with a smile on his face and extended his thumb to him.
And deep in Chu Zihang's consciousness, on the dark altar, the injury on Jörmungandr's chest had long since recovered. She stroked her chest and said softly: "Oh, I told you, I am good at acting...