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"Shut up and lower your head. I\'m disgusted by your ugly face. I don\'t even have the mood to beat you up." LAN Xinyu was very impatient with Teng Jiao\'s heart-wrenching screams. It was terrifying just to hear it. She kicked the scarred face hard.

Teng Jiao\'s head was kicked into the sand. When he raised his head, his mouth was filled with sand. His face, which had a large footprint, was filled with resentment. No interest? If you\'re not interested, can\'t you stop? do you think I want to be beaten up by you? Also, what do you mean by ugly face? if you didn\'t force me to shed my skin in advance, would my face become like this?

Teng Jiao was full of grievances and resentment. He really wished he could just kill himself in the sand. Unfortunately, the sand was too soft and he didn\'t even have the chance to kill himself.

He actually wanted to fight back. Even if he lost the chance to transform into a Dragon, he was still the son of the flood Dragon King of the North Sea and one of the three future Lords of the sea of death. If word got out that he had been slapped in the face like this, how could he raise his head in the future? A spirit beast had its dignity, and it would not allow anyone to trample on it.

"Miss Ling, miss LAN, he\'s the descendant of the divine Dragon after all. Why don\'t we leave him some face?" Wu Xie said to Ling Chuxi and Ling Yichen as he could not bear to watch any longer.

After hearing Wu Xie\'s words, Teng Jiao was so touched that he almost cried. Look, look, there are still people who understand the world. As a human, one should leave a line in everything so that they could be friendly in the future. How could he slap his face? At this moment, Teng Jiao had completely forgotten the miserable appearance of the old howling snake in his hands. That was not strange. After all, he was not the one who had been beaten up, nor was he the one in pain.

"Oh?" Ling Chuxi looked at Wu Xie doubtfully. No matter how she looked at him, he did not seem to be a kind person.

"I think we should just cover his head to save him some face and you guys won\'t be so annoyed, right?" Wu Xie said.

All of her emotions vanished in an instant. This is what you meant by saving face? \'Can you be more ruthless? although I don\'t dare to fight back now, I can still hold on with my strength as a peak second-grade spirit beast. If I\'m covered by the black cloth bag, I can\'t use any of my strength. Isn\'t that just waiting to be beaten to death?\'

He could tell that this kid might have said it nicely, but he was the worst!

However, Wu Xie\'s words were effective. Originally, Teng Jiao had wanted to fight to the death with Ling Chuxi for the dignity of a spirit beast. Now, he did not even have the courage to fight to the death. The threat of his black cloth bag was even greater than Ling Chuxi\'s martial spirit tower. Facing the martial spirit tower, he still had a chance to fight to the death. However, facing the black cloth bag, he did not even have the chance to fight to the death. He did not want to end up like old Ming snake.

Forget it. What dignity of a spirit beast? it\'s just a fleeting cloud. Just be obedient and get beaten.

Teng Jiao hugged his head and stuck out his butt as he continued to scream!

"A high-rank spirit beast is indeed a high-rank spirit beast. It\'s not just any ordinary beast. This fellow is still alive, but I\'m about to die from exhaustion." LAN Xinyu said in admiration as she wiped away her sweat.

However, when this kind of praise landed in Teng Jiao\'s ears, it did not seem like it. Was this a compliment? If that\'s the case, please don\'t praise me and stop.

eαglesnᴏνel "Why don\'t we just let him go? there\'s no deep hatred anyway, and the price he paid wasn\'t small. Why don\'t we just let him go?" Ling Chuxi said.

After hearing Ling Chuxi\'s words, a glimmer of hope rose in Teng Jiao\'s heart."Was his suffering finally coming to an end?

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