"I've tried it for you!" Seeing that Sanjin and Dazhuang were both injured, Siliang rushed up from behind and hugged Johnson.

Johnson waved the magic knife in his hand and slashed it around Siliang.

Blood and charred traces spread across Siliang's body. Siliang hugged him tightly and did not let go. His arms were cut off and he was still curled tightly.

"Don't!" Next to him, the black shadow photographer screamed in fear.

This is not right!

How could a fallen dragon man sacrifice himself for others?

This is different from the script!

Shouldn't they be scared away directly?

As for broken arms, it is just a minor injury to the current manor. The technology is basically mature in regeneration or replanting!

Why are you doing so crazy?

Finally, the black-shot photographer who always adds scenes randomly finally felt the pain of being added to scenes randomly.

He wanted to come forward to rescue, but it was too late.

"You go and die!" Sanjin also rushed over and rushed forward.

Johnson stabbed out the magic knife in his hand, stabbing Sanjin in the chest, and Sanjin bit it in one bite without fear of death.

His hideous mouth swallowed Johnson's head in one mouthful, and shouted vaguely:

"I'll bite you! Four liang, bite him!"

Even on the body of the fallen dragon man, his teeth are the hardest part.

Three kilograms of sharp teeth pierced his skin, and blood overflowed wildly.

Johnson roared, and the lightning flashed wildly, piercing three or four ounces of body.

At this moment, his body finally couldn't hold on and began to collapse...

Under the lightning, the body of three or four taels was burned and turned into black charcoal.

Johnson's fingers, nails, and skin began to peel off, and even his fingers fell down one by one.

"Ah!" Johnson roared, and the lightning was like a cocoon, wrapping the three of them together.

The huge energy caused an abnormal gravity, and countless objects around were attracted to it.

"Brother Sanjin! Brother Siliang!" Dazhuang wanted to step forward, but was blocked by the force and could not move forward.

With a loud "boom", the cocoon suddenly exploded, torn apart and splashed.

With a "bang", the magic knife fell in front of Dazhuang.

It was inserted obliquely in front of Da Zhuang, and the lightning flashed.

The explosion just now was just a piece of cake for it, and it was still unharmed.

But Dazhuang didn't care about the knife. He rushed forward and saw a big pit appearing in the center of the explosion.

"Brother Sanjin! Brother Siliang!" Dazhuang rushed into the pit, but did not see anyone, and started crying with a loud cry.

For him, except for his father Laomao and Zhuang's family, Sanjin and Siliang were closest to him.

They didn't dislike him for being stupid and took him around to rob him.

Although this worldview is a bit wrong, Dazhuang likes two older brothers the most.

He cried so loudly that he didn't even hear the sound coming from his feet.

"You... stepped on me..."

He heard the voice again, and he hurriedly took a step back.

"Four...Four and Two Big Brothers?"

The squirming ball on the ground was simply coke.

There was no part of the body that was not black, and the black scales were rolled up, revealing the half-cooked meat below.

But the vitality of the Fallen Dragon Man is too strong, and he will not die like this.

"Si...Siliang, you are still alive, woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-wo

"Where is the big brother of Sanjin? Big brother of Sanjin!"

"This...here..."

A weaker voice came from beside him.

"Ahem... I want to kill me, but I didn't expect it!" Sanjin's voice was like a gossip, "My heart doesn't grow on my chest!"

"But... grows here..." Sanjin looked at the middle of his front legs.

If it is a creature with four legs, this is the chest.

"Brother Sanjin... wuwuwu... your hands"

"Why are you crying? Isn't there one..." The only hand left by Sanjin raised up with difficulty and touched Dazhuang's head, "Brother Sanjin won't die... We are bad guys... We are the robber team!"

"We want to... rob the whole world..." Sanjin's voice became weaker and weaker until there was no sound at all.

With a "wow", Dazhuang cried even more sadly.

"Come and help! Come!" Jack and others struggled and ran over.

"Da Zhuang...Da Zhuang..." Si Liang called him next to him.

"Brother Siliang, Brother Sanjin is dead! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

"No, please find him some food..." Siliang said, "By the way, find me some, I'm almost starving..."

In the seventh shipyard, in the dock canteen, several canteen masters were staring at the figures of eating and drinking in a daze.

"What else? Take it all!"

Three jin had only one arm and one eye was blind.

Four liang is also very miserable. Although they still have two arms, they are not a pair, and they look so awkward.

But they are in a very good spirit.

Open his bloody mouth and stuff it desperately into his mouth, eating faster than anyone else.

As I was eating, a sudden snapping sounded and a piece of scale fell off.

Below the scales, the cuticle that had just grown but had not yet become hardened was exposed.

The few people next to him were stunned.

It is indeed the creature closest to the six-armed dragon man.

This kind of recovery ability is too strong!

It seemed that as soon as the things were eaten, their bodies began to absorb them desperately.

In three hours, they almost ate a ton of food, and all the scales on their bodies fell off. They were half soft and hard, with silvery light, as if they were wearing soft armor.

Even the left eye that Sanjin lost, his eyes were regenerating.

But only their arms have not changed.

This is the biggest weakness of the Fallen Dragon Man.

This is also the reason why they are called the Fallen Dragon Man and are most afraid of being cut off their arms.

After eating and drinking, Sanjin stood up and stretched.

"It's time to leave... there's something to take away!" Sanjin shouted: "Who, drive the aircraft carrier out of the dock for me!"

As he walked, he scratched the wound where he broke his arm.

"Oh, it's so itchy, Dazhuang, you scratch me."

"Oh." Da Zhuang approached and reached out to scratch a few times.

"Brother Sanjin...it seems wrong..."

"What's wrong?"

"What are you?"

"What is what?"

"Touch yourself."

Sanjin reached out to his wound.

I touched a small granulum.

Small, tender, translucent.

But it seems...it seems a bit familiar?

Is this an arm?

"No, how could our fallen dragon man's arms regenerate?"

Everything else may regenerate, but only the arm is impossible!

If the arms will regenerate, are we still fallen dragons?

Just as he was wondering, he said to me: "My back is itchy, Dazhuang, you can scratch me..."

"Wait, Siliang, let me see..." Sanjin put his back to Siliang, glanced at him, his eyes straightened.

Behind the four liang, a pair of small buds are growing.

Six…six arms? (https:)

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