Chapter 1169 Six-Armed Nirvana

"I'll fight for you!" Seeing that both Sanjin and Dazhuang were seriously injured, Siliang rushed up from behind and hugged Johnson.

Johnson swung the magic knife in his hand and slashed at Si Liang's body.

Traces of blood and burnt blackness spread on Si Liang's body. Si Liang hugged him tightly and refused to let go. His arms were cut off and were still curled up tightly.

"Don't!" Next to him, the shadowy photographer yelled in fright.

This is wrong!

How could a fallen dragon man sacrifice himself for others?

This is different from what was written in the script!

Shouldn't they just be scared away?

As for a broken arm, for the current manor, it is just a minor injury. The technology for regeneration or replantation is basically mature!

Why are you so crazy?

Finally, the shadow photographer who always adds random extravagances finally felt the pain of being indiscriminately extravagant.

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

"Fuck you!" Sanjin also rushed over crazily and suddenly.

The magic knife in Johnson's hand stabbed Sanjin in the chest, and Sanjin bit him without fear of death.

His ferocious mouth swallowed Johnson's head in one gulp, shouting indistinctly:

"I'll bite you and wash you away! Four Liang, bite him!"

Even on the fallen dragon man's body, the teeth are the hardest part.

Three kilograms of fangs pierced his skin, and blood flowed out crazily.

Johnson roared angrily, and the electric light shot out wildly, piercing his weighing sixty-two pounds body.

At this moment, his body finally couldn't support it and began to collapse...

Under the electric light, his three-pound body was scorched and turned into black charcoal.

As for Johnson's fingers, the nails began to peel off, the skin began to peel off, and even the fingers fell off one by one.

"Ah!" Johnson roared, and the electric light enveloped the three of them like a cocoon.

The huge energy caused gravity abnormalities, and countless objects around were attracted.

"Brother Three Jin! Brother Four Liang!" Da Zhuang wanted to step forward, but was blocked by the force and was unable to step forward.

With a loud "boom", the cocoon suddenly exploded, and the pieces tore apart and flew away.

With a "pop" sound, the magic knife fell in front of Da Zhuang.

It was inserted diagonally in front of Da Zhuang, and the electric light flashed.

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

But Da Zhuang didn't care about the knife. He rushed forward and saw a big crater in the center of the explosion.

"Brother three pounds! Brother four ounces!" Da Zhuang burst into tears as he rushed into the pit but saw no one.

For him, apart from his father, Lao Mao, and Zhuang Buyuan's family, Sanjin and Siliang are the closest to him.

They didn't think he was stupid and took him everywhere to rob.

Although this world view is a bit wrong, Da Zhuang likes his two eldest brothers the most.

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

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

The voice shouted again before he heard it and took a step back in a hurry.

"Four...fourth brother?"

The squirming mass on the ground was simply charcoal.

There is no part of the body that is not black, and the black scales roll up, revealing the half-cooked meat underneath.

But the vitality of the fallen dragon man is too strong, so he won't die even if he does this.

"Si...Brother Si Liang, you are still alive, wuwuwuwu!"

"Where's Big Brother Sanjin? Big Brother Sanjin!"

"This...here..."

A weaker voice came from the side.

"Ahem... you want to kill me, you didn't expect it!" Sanjin's voice was like a gossamer, "My heart is not in my chest!"

"But...it grows here..." Sanjin looked between his two front legs.

If it is a four-legged creature, this is the chest.

"Brother Sanjin...wuwuwuwu...your hands"

"Why are you crying? Isn't there another one..." Sanjin's remaining hand raised with difficulty and touched Da Zhuang's head, "Brother Sanjin will not die... we are bad people... we But the robbery squad!”

"We are going to... rob the whole world..." Sanjin's voice became weaker and weaker, until it was completely silent.

"Wow", Da Zhuang cried even more sadly.

"Come and help! Come and help!" Next to him, Jack and others also struggled and ran over.

"Da Zhuang... Da Zhuang..." Si Liang called him from the side.

"Brother Siliang, Brother Sanjin is dead! Wuwuwuwu..."

"No, find him some food..." Si Liang said, "By the way, find some for me too, I'm starving..."

In the seventh shipyard, in the shipyard canteen, several canteen chefs looked blankly at the figures eating and drinking.

"What else? Bring it all!"

He weighed three pounds and only had one arm left, and he was blind in one eye.

Four Liang is also very miserable. Although there are still two arms, they are not a pair, and they look very awkward.

But their spirits are very good.

He opened his mouth wide and stuffed everything into his mouth, eating faster than anyone else.

While eating, there was a sudden snap and a scale fell off.

Under the scales, the cuticle that has just grown and has not yet hardened is exposed.

Several people nearby looked dumbfounded.

As expected, it is the creature with the closest blood relationship to the six-armed dragon people.

This kind of recovery ability is so strong!

It seems that as soon as they eat something, their bodies begin to absorb it desperately.

In three hours, they ate almost a ton of food, and all the scales on their bodies fell off. They were covered in half-soft but not hard horny scales, shining silver, as if they were wearing soft armor.

Even the eyeball of Sanjin's left eye, which was blind, is regenerating.

But only their arms remained unchanged.

This is the greatest weakness of the fallen dragon.

This is why they are called fallen dragonmen and why they are most afraid of having their arms chopped off.

After eating and drinking enough, Sanjin stood up and stretched.

"It's time to go... I still have something to take away!" Sanjin shouted: "Then someone, please drive the aircraft carrier out of the dock for me!"

As he walked, he scratched the wound on his broken arm.

"Oh, it's so itchy, please scratch it for me, Da Zhuang."

"Oh." Da Zhuang came forward and stretched out his hand to scratch a few times.

"Brother Sanjin...it doesn't seem right..."

"What's wrong?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What is what?"

"Feel it yourself."

Sanjin reached out to his wound.

I felt a small granule.

Small, tender, and translucent.

But it looks... a bit familiar?

Is this an arm?

"That's not right. How can our fallen dragon-men's arms regenerate?"

Everything else may regenerate, but only the arm, it’s impossible!

If arms could regenerate, would we still be fallen dragons?

Just as I was wondering, someone from the side said, "I'm itchy on my back too, Da Zhuang, please scratch it for me too..."

"Wait a minute, Si Liang, let me take a look..." Sanjin came to Si Liang's back and took a look, his eyes widened.

Behind Si Liang, a pair of small buds are growing.

Six...six arms?