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Chapter 171 The Escaped Canary in a Cage
The hard hairs of the dusty wolf king exploded, and he screamed and tore away the swarming thorns. When he was caught off guard, the black thorns pierced into his flesh, and within a moment, most of his blood was sucked away.

At the moment when the wolf king was about to be sucked dry, the iron chain rolled like a flexible silver dragon, pulled out from the dense thorns, and threw it at the feet of the owner. After rolling a few times, it moaned and stopped. down.

Canary smiled coquettishly and cut open the shriveled skin with her black nails. After the sharp black nails penetrated deeper and deeper, the red blood came out from the corner of the wolf king's eyes stingily. The fingertips turned slightly, covered with bloodshot eyes and bubbling. The hot eyeballs rolled on the ground intact.

After the golden vertical pupil was stained with the hot and humid soil all over the ground, it turned and rolled in pain, and was quickly wrapped and disappeared on the ground by the thorns that came out of the soil.

"Does it hurt?" Canary kissed the filthy wolf king pitifully. Her pale hand brushed past the corner of the wolf king's cracked eyes and grabbed the wolf king's twitching lips. There was something hidden in her bewitching fox eyes. Unprecedented madness.

The other hand holding the iron chain was pressed into the soil, and the thorns that followed the bloody smell eagerly climbed on the silver dragon, passed around the canary's petite chin, and gradually entangled in the fragile prey. On the slender neck.

The selected prey tilted its head, and blood scrambled out from the neck pierced with countless small holes by the black, and was still ecstatic at the moment when the thorns touched the blood, twisting itself in pain. The huge blood-stained body was corroded by an invisible force and disappeared into the world.

The shriveled wolf's unyielding soul finally felt a trace of despair. The endless nightmare was like the spider woman's silk thread, entangled it little by little, and at the most painful moment, it suddenly tightened, and strangled the prey alive.

The mighty wolf king stared at the only remaining wolf eyes, stopped the twitching of the body, and was frightened to death on the land it once ruled.

I can't help but play.

"Puppy." Mo Zishu looked at the thorn that cut off the tentacles decisively and fled wildly with great interest, and bit her lower lip. She lifted her torn long skirt and followed the etiquette of medieval nobles as she remembered. The noble temperament in the bones poured out from the delicate skin: "Does it hurt?"

The loyal guard withdrew his sympathy for the same people. He was silent for a moment, pressed his cap, knelt on one knee, and kissed his boots covered in mud: "It hurts."

Canary smiled contentedly, her open red lips were more gorgeous than the piranhas that drank blood, and more shepherds than the sirens that seduced the sailors. She rubbed the blood and dirt on the guard's shoulders, Suddenly, the sharp nails pierced into the flesh and blood: "Puppy, where does it hurt you?"

"You bloody little liar."

She turned her finger cruelly, and pulled it out suddenly. The dripping blood dyed the black fingertips red. The wolf demon is embedded heavily in the dark underground.

Canary stared at her bleeding fingertips in fascination. She let out a long sigh of satisfaction and exerted more and more force on her feet until she was walking on the ground. Then she used her bright red fingertips to lift her skirt again. Pendulum, like a frightened innocent little lark, tiptoed, humming an unknown song, staggering back and forth on the road leading to the castle gate.

(End of this chapter)