Dragon King Medical Son-in-law

Chapter 4397 Digging a hole to find you

On the Holy Beacon.

The raging flames continued as if they would never end.

Goering, Harle, Fengyi and Shamao, who were trapped in the flames, started quarreling with each other across the flames.

In order to keep Goering and Harle, Shamo came up with a very vicious idea, which was to completely anger Goering and find Goering's biggest weakness.

For a moment, Shamao almost dug out the most vicious words in his heart, attacking Goering for being childless and for being single. Moreover, when his pursuit of Zhabo failed, he became angry and embarrassed, and turned love into hate.

This series of vicious words completely infuriated Goering. If Harle had not been sober enough to hold him back, he would have rushed over and fought with Shamao.

"You damn eunuch, a yin-yang creature, you are jealous and resentful of others for not being able to cultivate into a human form. You are about to die but are still struggling in your death throes. You are simply trash among giant pythons and a great victim among reptiles!"

Shamao sat next to Fengyi, still chattering loudly, cursing Goering's ancestors.

"What's so great about the Extreme Dragon Art? It's just to cut off your lineage. If your father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, and grandparents knew about it, they would stuff you, an unfilial son, back into their stomachs and create another one."

Every word and sentence was like a steel knife, piercing straight into Goering's demonic essence. It was even more cruel than a critical blow to the soul.

Looking at Goering at this moment, he was already furious, even his cloak was blown off, revealing his head covered with various dragon horns, his cheeks were red, and he looked extremely funny.

Meanwhile, Harle, who was standing beside him, kept stopping Golin and said anxiously, "Senior Golin, it's not worth it. It's not worth wasting your demon essence on such a quarrel."

"Get out of here!" The Demon Saint Goering roared in anger, "I must chop this stinky bird alive today. He is a man dressed as a woman. He is so shameless and has no skin or face."

"Senior Goering." Harle suddenly pushed Goering away and shouted angrily, "Have you forgotten where this is and what situation we are in?"

Goering was stunned for a moment, then calmed down all of a sudden.

Shamao, who was looking at the blazing flames over there, was still cursing weakly.

"Gorlin, there is no love. If parents don't love you, there will be no descendants."

"Ha'erle, Le'erle, if you play house with Goering, you will only become a toad."

"Can you please stop reciting?" Feng Yi nudged Sha Mao who was leaning against her and said unhappily, "Even if you don't find it annoying, I am."

Sha Mao was startled, turned around and asked unhappily: "Didn't you say you had to keep him?"

"Then I didn't ask you to scold him." Feng Yi sighed softly: "Göring's strength is terrifying. If he really gets angry and rushes over regardless of everything, we may not be able to defeat him even if we join forces."

Sha Mao snorted: "I have a big brother, you can't beat me, so why don't you call for help?"

Feng Yi: “…”

At this moment, Harle's voice suddenly came.

"Feng Yi, are you going to continue to be deceived by him? Do you really want to go against the grain and become a traitor to the demon race?"

"Look," Shamo said gloatingly, "If I don't scold them, they will take their anger out on you."

Fengyi sighed softly, then turned her head to look in the direction of Goering and Harle.

"You two, aren't you tired after arguing for so long?"

"Wouldn't it be better for you to just wait for the Shura Demon King to come?"

After hearing this, Golin suddenly roared: "Okay, if you think you can wait, then wait until your Bird Temple and my Tyrannosaurus Temple are fighting each other to the point of bloodshed, and until the eighth-level and seventh-level demon creatures are both defeated, then we will all become slaves of that damn Jiang Chen together."

"Anyway, I am a demon saint. I can leave at any time if I want. But it's different for you. Without the Holy Temple of Birds, you Fengyi are nothing."

After hearing this, Fengyi and Shamao looked at each other and smiled strangely at the same time.

Even if Goering and Harle were given ten brains, they probably couldn't imagine how powerful the current seventh level is, let alone whether their most core eighth level still exists.

Compared to Fengyi and Shamao's calmness, Goering, who was in the flames, felt more and more that something was wrong.

After a while, he suddenly grabbed Harle's collar and asked, "Tell me the truth, with your eighth-level strength, can you defeat the seventh-level?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I have said it many times." Harle nodded hurriedly and said, "Senior Golin, the key now is us. We have to think about why that old fellow Shura Demon King asked Wei Qinghuan to go. Could it be that he also wants to follow Wei Qinghuan's line, betray the demon clan, and negotiate with Jiang Chen?"

Goering was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand.

"I know this old guy Shura. He is obsessed with reviving the demon ancestor. If anyone cannot meet his conditions, he will not agree even if he dies."

Seeing Goering's confident look, Hal opened his mouth but stopped talking.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Are you interested in digging a hole with me?" Goering suddenly asked.

Harle was startled: "Dig a hole?"

Goering smiled strangely, and suddenly waved his hands, and his original fingers instantly turned into sharp claws.

Under Harle's shocked gaze, he began to dig at the hard ground of Shengfeng.

With the crisp sound of "pu pu pu", an extremely huge deep pit was dug out in just a few breaths.

Harle opened his eyes wide, showing extreme shock.

"Senior Goering, what are you doing..."

"Come down, jump down, quickly." Goering shouted in the bottomless pit.

Harle was stunned for a moment, raised his head to look at Fengyi and Shamao in the flames in the distance, then he gritted his teeth and jumped down with a clang.

After a long time, Sha Mao suddenly nudged Feng Yi and asked, "Why is there no movement over there?"

Fengyi looked up and then stood up suddenly.

In an instant, Shamao, who was leaning on him, fell to the ground with a thud.

"Shamao, they are gone." Fengyi exclaimed.

Sha Mao covered his head and slowly got up: "What's missing? Could they still...uh..."

Before he could finish his words, he was completely stunned by what he saw.

"Not good." Feng Yi suddenly said in shock: "In Golin's hand, there is a treasure inherited from our demon race, called Jue Lu, which can break all restrictions and formations, including digging the ground."

At this point, she turned and glared at Shamo: "Yes, old fellow Goering must have used this. He came to us."

Upon hearing this, Shamao was also a little stunned.

"You, you mean to say that he dug a hole to find us?"

Just as he finished speaking, a terrifying, hideous laugh suddenly came from behind the two of them.

"That's right, I dug a hole to find you."

Upon hearing this, Shamao and Fengyi turned their heads and were immediately shocked.