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Chapter 27 I see you like a mallet(2/2)

Unexpectedly,

Just then,

The old weasel actually looked away from him.

Turn around,

A pair of green eyes stared straight at Lin Feng, and said with a strange smile:

"Young man, do you think I look like a human being or an immortal?"

"Grass!"

Wang Chong and Zhang Bin, who were standing next to Lin Feng, felt their bodies go numb and couldn't help but take a few steps back in fear.

Lin Feng frowned slightly.

He didn't want to save anyone at all, but he didn't expect that this beast would dare to provoke him!

"Young man, let me ask you, do you think I look like a human being, or do I look like an immortal?"

The old weasel came forward and stood less than one meter away from Lin Feng, staring directly at Lin Feng with a pair of green eyes, a strange smile on his face.

"You look like a mallet to me."

Lin Feng was a little speechless.

Hearing this,

The expressions of everyone in the field changed slightly.

This beast is so powerful, Lin Feng actually dares to scold it!

"Jie Jie."

The old weasel monster laughed, and its green eyes began to turn slowly.

Two strange green lights shined into Lin Feng's eyes.

Lin Feng could clearly feel it,

There is a weak and pitiful mental force trying to invade my mind.

This moved his heart.

Could it be that those eight corpses were controlled by the old weasel and turned into walking corpses?

In this way,

The Jiyin Stone in the cave was most likely taken away by this old weasel.

Thinking of this,

My heart suddenly became excited!

"Jie Jie..."

The old weasel thought he had succeeded and smiled strangely.

He started to do the same trick again, reaching out his sharp claws to dig out Lin Feng's heart.

Seeing this scene,

Yang Tianbao's face turned pale.

Wang Chong and Zhang Bin clenched their fists and wanted to go up to rescue Lin Feng, but when they thought about what happened to the Jiang family's two bodyguards in black, they stayed in place in fear.

Jiang Xining covered her mouth in fear, her big eyes filled with fear.

It’s over!

It’s really over!

Uncle Yang was like this just now, and his left arm was cut off!

And just then.

As if nothing happened, Lin Feng stretched out his right hand and easily grabbed the weasel's neck and picked it up.

"Zhizhizhi~"

The old weasel looked horrified and struggled violently.

But, it’s completely useless!

No matter what it did, it couldn't break free from Lin Feng's right hand, which was like a steel vice.

"Is the Ji Yin Stone here with you?"

Lin Feng asked.

When Old Weasel heard this, his complexion changed slightly, and the green light in his eyes became brighter, wanting to defeat Lin Feng's mind.

Lin Feng lost his patience and directly used the Soul Searching Technique on him.

Unexpectedly, after searching the weasel's sea of ​​consciousness, no useful clues were found!

Lin Feng's eyes were a little disappointed.

But he has a calm temperament, so it doesn't matter soon.

Looking at the old weasel who had already rolled his eyes, Lin Feng exerted a slight force on his right hand.

"Crack!"

The old weasel's neck was broken at the sound, and he died tragically on the spot.
Chapter completed!
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