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Chapter 890: Candle Dragon Magic Eyes(2/2)

The Zhulong Walker opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he stopped, feeling his throat itchy and unable to speak.

Even if the temptation of the Seven Treasures Tree is unparalleled, he will never be willing to use the "candlelight"!

Because Zhuzhao is not only a magical power, but also his life!

Ten candles shine on them are ten lives.

He wanted to refuse, but when he looked at the hazy light and shadow, the small and cute Seven Treasures Tree, his heart trembled, and he nodded heavily, exhaling like a cow: "...it is a blessing for Zhulong to serve the Buddha for three lives, how dare he seek magical powers?"

Zhulong's heart was bleeding.

But he had to squeeze out his smile and refused to deliver the Seven Treasures Miao Tree to his door. Although his magical powers are good, how dare he ask for it?

"The practitioner is so polite, and the Buddha knows that, he will also approve it in his heart."

Hongtong nodded slightly, put away the seeds of magical powers in the complicated eyes of the two people, and said, "I don't know when the practitioner can take out the 'candlelight'?"

“…it’s OK.”

Zhulong's face was as dark as the bottom of the pot. He turned his back and didn't look at the monk in red robe. He gritted his teeth in his heart, and raised his hand and suddenly inserted his five fingers that had a bright light into his chest.

"ah!"

With a scream that was so strong that it was still creepy, Zhulong fell to the ground, sweating like pulp and his face as white as paper.

The blood-filled palm spread out and handed a black and gold-stuffed vertical pupil that was as big as a fist to Hongtong, his voice hoarse and weak: "I am not a Zhulong divine beast, Zhuishang can only observe the 'present', and cannot understand the 'past' and the future'..."

"Don't forget to remember that you must be sure that the person is in the world, otherwise..."

"Good, good!"

Hongtong bowed for a long time, and the rolling Buddha's power poured back into the huge wound in Zhulong's chest.

When Zhulong exhaled and got up, he had disappeared in the restaurant.

call!

In the void, the red boy clasped his hands together, clamped his "eyeball" between his palms, and recited in his heart:
Chapter completed!
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