The irritable Demon Lord abducted the queen of Zerg

From the perspective of Yan Chong's shocked gaze at this time, he could just see the "back of the head" of the piranha and the small half of Wen Moer's face.

Compared with the big bright flowers that opened, that face was extraordinarily small and pale, and the shattered light that flickered in his eyes due to excitement was like tears, and the hazy eyes cast over Yan Chong, as if Yan Chong's heart had been severely pierced for a moment.

And the petunia's slight forward movement looks like it wants to eat people's heads.

At the critical moment, Yan Chong immediately grasped the dagger tightly and rushed to the back of the trumpet flower at the most agile speed.

The cold light of the blade set off the warm sunlight, and instantly passed over Wen Moer's surprised and worried face.

"Brother Chong! Don't..." Before he finished speaking, he made a "stab" sound, and the blade quickly pulled a hole on the thick vine of the morning glory that reacted to the danger and avoided it, and immediately the green juice splashed all over the ground.

The trumpet flower was furious, and wanted to use its speed to get close to Yan Chong before releasing the nerve-paralyzing venom. However, after Yan Chong hit him, he dodged back and did not give it a chance to get close.

At the same time, he did not forget to give Wen Moer a comforting look.

The morning glory, panting in pain, didn't notice the sights of the two of them back and forth. It looked at its big open wound, and was instantly furious. The vines scattered behind it danced wildly in mid-air, and swung towards Yan Chong. .

Yan Chong's reaction is extremely sensitive, these vines can't even touch his clothes corners, it can be said to be more than enough, not only that, he can also swing the dagger at the right time to cut off those vines.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowhere

For a while, the wailing sound of morning glory continued to reach Wenmer's ears, with a sense of grievance and complaint.

Wen Moer looked at it for a while, and all his worries about Yan Chong's safety at first turned into sympathy for the morning glory, and if he cut it down like this, the morning glory would be bald.

This flower is not stupid, seeing that it is not Yan Chong's opponent, it suddenly stops all attacks and turns to Wen Moer's direction.

"Woooo...he's so scary, save Huahua!"

Yan Chong didn't understand the language of plants. When he saw the morning glory turned around, he thought it was going to attack Wen Moer instead, or take him as a hostage.

In an instant, his physical potential exploded. He stepped forward a few strides, and actually grabbed the vine at the tail of the trumpet flower with his bare hands, and shouted: "Xiao Mo! Come to me!"

Yan Chong's deep voice overflowed from his teeth into his ears, and Wen Moer, who seemed to have been frightened, came back to his senses, and ruthlessly left the trumpet flowers that were howling "woo woo" and ran to Yan Chong obediently. behind.

"Brother Chong...Actually..."

Yan Chong interrupted Wen Moer: "Are you okay...don't be afraid, you stand farther away, and I'll get rid of this monster right away."

Trumpet Flower turned back to Huahua's head, with a shocked and pitiful tone: "...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

Seeing Yan Chong tightening the "tail" of the morning glory, he was about to drag it in front of him and snap it off.

"Don't!" Wen Moer hurriedly grabbed Yan Chong's arm, "It didn't hurt me!"

The trumpet flower being dragged turned its head stiffly with its stalk stiff, and its big petals trembled in the direction of Wenmer. If it had eyes, it must be tearful and aggrieved at this time.

"It didn't eat me, as if it wanted to raise me as a food reserve." Winmer explained very honestly.

morning glory:"……"

Yan Chong didn't let go of the "tail" of the morning glory. Hearing this, he looked at the stiff morning glory coldly, and then picked up a long vine that had been cut off from the ground to tie the flower firmly.

The trumpet flower hangs its head and is bound by its own broken vine. Looking at the entire Wanmu planet, I am afraid that there is no more aggrieved cannibal flower than it.

Yan Chong pulled Wen Moer to his side, and asked softly, "Why are you here? Are you in any danger?"

Glancing at Morning Glory who was burying her head in doubt about Peanut, Wen Moer recounted what had happened in the past few days, especially focusing on how Morning Glory rescued him from two males who bullied him.

And Yan Chong frowned more and more when he heard this, and clenched his fists tightly. If the two males fell into his hands, he can guarantee that he will never let them go back to the earth easily!

After a while, Yan Chong calmed down a little, and his cold eyes fell on the morning glory who was bound by five flowers and hung his head. He frowned and said, "You mean that it saved you, so you want me to let it go?"

Wen Moer nodded frankly, but his tone was a little hesitant: "Although it did intend to eat me at first, but... it has been good to me during this time. It will secretly use vine branches to help me drive away mosquitoes at night. Every day when I wake up, They all have a glass of water filled with big leaves. By the way, he gave me this just now!"

He hurriedly found the emerald pea in the purple backpack, and smiled obediently: "This bean can be eaten, and it is very good for the body. It took a lot of effort to get it from the hands of the terrible plant!"

According to the prestige of the trumpet flower not long ago, it should not be too difficult to obtain the emerald bean, but now Wenmer is trying to speak well for it, and the fact is greatly exaggerated.

"Brother Chong, I'm really fine." Wen Moer opened his arms to show that he was fine, blinking his bright eyes, "Just let it go this time."

Stared at by these clear eyes, Yan Chong couldn't help but shake his mind, but he quickly stabilized his wavering mind.Resuming his usual cold and serious expression, he flatly refused: "No! Didn't you say that it intends to eat you? If I'm late, maybe you..."

Yan Chong thought that when he found his younger brother, the other party was already a drained shell.The anger and fear that had calmed down just now flooded into my heart again, and I subconsciously tightened the rattan rope in my hand, and my gaze like a steel knife scraped across the morning glory.

What he said is indeed very likely to happen, and even Wen Moer is waiting day by day, harboring the fear that he will die in the next second.

Wen Moer's lips moved slightly, meeting Yan Chong's angry and worried eyes, but he did not continue to plead for the morning glory.

After a while, he lowered his head, and there was a faint breath of depression around him.

Is this for a piranha that is trying to eat him?

Yan Chong really wanted to scold him for being too stupid and naive, but when the words came to his lips, he still couldn't bear to say them.

After a stalemate like this for a while, Yan Chong looked at the morning glory, and then at the kind-hearted Wen Moer in front of him.Finally softening his heart, he took half a step forward and gently rubbed his shoulder like a steady hand.

Wen Moer then raised his eyes, unexpectedly, he happened to meet Yan Chong's gentle gaze that was different from before, and couldn't help being stunned.

What surprised him even more was that Yan Chong lowered his head slightly...

Wen Moer squeezed his fingers nervously, but the scene he imagined did not happen. Yan Chong just leaned close to his ear and said something in a very low voice.

The words were brief, and it took Wen Moer a while to understand, a flash of shock and confusion flashed in his eyes, and after seeing Yan Chong's calm and determined eyes, his heart instantly became more secure.

In Wen Moer's perception, there is nothing Yan Chong can't do.

So a few seconds later, he sighed deeply, turned around, with a well-chosen expression of sadness and regret, and looked at the morning glory without saying a word.

Facing the reddish eyes covered with mist, the morning glory suddenly panicked. The oppressive feeling of death made it frantically twist the vine branches, and the flowers opened and closed, as if they were talking excitedly.

It does talk, and it's mixed with a lot of swearing.

Wen Moer pretended not to hear it at all, at this time Yan Chong ruthlessly stepped on the struggling cane.

"For the sake of saving Xiao Mo, I will ask you a question, and if you answer honestly, I will spare your life." He casually raised the short knife, with an indifferent expression, even threatening people is so indifferent and calm.

The morning glory stopped cursing abruptly, and raised its head blankly.

Yan Chong asked, "Do you know where the wood core is?"

Hearing this, Daffodil's body trembled suddenly, as if she had lost her soul, and then she shook her head crazily: "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know... I don't know... I don't know... It's so scary... Huahua doesn't want to go anymore..."

Wen Moer immediately nodded slightly to Yan Chong, and the two exchanged a look. Yan Chong then pressed the blade against the maroon purple petals of the morning glory, threatening: "Say."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." the two short vines of the morning glory hugged her head and kept shaking her head, but she refused to say anything.

Not only that, it seemed to have thought of some terrible picture, staring blankly ahead, its whole body was shaking.

Seeing that he couldn't ask any more questions, Wen Moer pulled Yan Chong's sleeve and said softly, "Forget it first, it seems to be really scared."

Yan Chong considered for a while, then put away the dagger, tied the trembling morning glory to the tree, and did not forget to tell Wen Moer: "Stay away from it."

"I..." Wen Moer, who was about to step over to comfort the morning glory, stopped and stood in embarrassment, his small face was wrinkled, and he looked very pitiful.

Yan Chong couldn't resist this pitiful offensive for a while, and walked over helplessly, took Wen Moer's hand, and said in a low voice, "Forget it, I'll go with you."

The next scene is a bit strange, it becomes Yan Chong sitting between flowers and people with a knife in his hand, while Wen Moer tilts his head, crosses the coldly glowing blade, and comforts the morning glory that has become a captive in a blink of an eye .

"Huahua, Brother Chong is actually very kind, don't be afraid. With me here, he won't hurt you!" Wen Moer wanted to reach out to touch the listless morning glory, but was ruthlessly stopped by Yan Chong, who was "very nice" .

Wen Moer stuck out his tongue, and continued to think of ways to reconcile the relationship between Hua and Hua, "Actually, I know, you no longer have the idea of ​​eating me, do you regard me as a friend?"

As soon as these words came out, the sluggish morning glory suddenly raised its head, and the flower stared at Wen Moer in a daze.Seeing this, Yan Chong waved his knife in front of it, and shouted coldly: "Turn around!"

In fact, the sense of the plant is more acute than that of the Zerg. Before the questioning, it felt that the killing intent of the tall Zerg around him was much weaker, and now there were hardly any left.

Morning Glory turned around obediently, but did not forget to continue complaining to Wen Moer.

It also knew that the vicious, cold-faced male beside him didn't understand the language of flowers.

"He has a bad temper!"

"Is he your male? You'd better change it!"

Because Yan Chong with a cold face was in the middle, Wen Moer had no choice but to smile and pretend to be kind and calm.

Gradually, Yan Chong finally sensed something was wrong, glanced indifferently at the swaying morning glory, turned his head and said to Wen Moer in a declarative tone: "It's scolding me."

Wenmer: "..."