Lingque looked at Qingque with an expression that said he hated iron but could not become steel.
Qingque was stunned and stopped talking. At that time, he just thought that the opportunity was rare, so he hurriedly chased after him. He completely forgot about the fierce temperament of the mutated swift and would commit suicide if caught.
Seeing that Qingque no longer refuted, Lingque felt a sense of accomplishment in preaching and wanted to take advantage of the journey back to the valley to instill some of his experience and lessons as a senior into Lingque.
Qingque had no choice but to listen dejectedly.
At this time, the two of them had arrived at the entrance of the valley. The spirit bird was still chattering. The green bird nodded subconsciously and looked up to see how far away it was.
Unexpectedly, when he raised his head, Qing Que was frightened and terrified.
The spirit bird on the side saw something different. When he turned his head to look at the mouth of the valley, there was only a golden red light left in his eyes.
"ah--"
Ling Que only had time to subconsciously block it with his arm. The swift thunderbolt had already split his arm into a piece of charcoal. The remaining thunder split half of his face into bloody pieces, and then his whole body was lifted.
It flew and landed heavily on the ground.
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