Feng Chenglin followed her gaze and said, "…San Young Master?"

What is she looking at?

He raised his right hand and shook it in front of her.

"San Master, are I talking to you?"

Ling Luoyu slapped his hand away: "Did you see the nine-headed dragon? Its eyes, you look at its eyes..."

"What's so good about that guy's eyes, but it's not a baby!"

If it were a treasure, Gu Lan would have waved his hand and picked the Nine-Headed Dragon's eyes long ago.

"Our focus now is on Jiutoulong's belly, on Gu Lan's hands, not his eyes. What are the good eyes?"

That's what he said, but Feng Chenglin still couldn't help but look at the eyes of the Nine-Headed Dragon.

"Besides, he has so many heads and so many eyes, which one do you let me see?

Looking around, Kazilan's big eyes were poured out.

What's there to see?

"This guy is a community. Even if he has nine heads, all his eyes represent only one emotion!"

Ling Luoyu's voice was cold and his eyes were solemn.

"No matter which head you look at, the result is the same. Now, looking at its eyes, tell me, what did you see?"

Feng Chenglin didn't dare to joke anymore, and stared at Jiutoulong's eyes intently.

As he looked, his brows frowned.

"Why do I feel...this guy is in pain and scared...is it scared?"

The soul blade penetrated into its body, crawled out, and cut so many knives back and forth, and its head fell one by one, and it didn't even feel how scared the Nine-Headed Dragon was.

Now, he was just being inserted into his stomach by Gu Lan's hand, why are he so scared?

"Fatty, haven't you noticed it?" Ling Luoyu glanced at him meaningfully: "The attitude of this nine-headed dragon towards Gu Lan and towards us are completely two extreme worlds!"

After saying this, Feng Chenglin also felt something was wrong: "...Yes, it's wrong..."

When treating the two of them, Jiutoulong seemed to see an enemy who had dug up its ancestral grave, and he wanted to tear them apart in a minute.

But facing Gu Lan, he was as obedient and gentle as a kitten.

Even his move, Jiutoulong didn't struggle for a moment, and just let his hands pass into its stomach obediently.

"Can it be Gu Lan... brainwashed the Nine-Headed Dragon so that it was so obedient? That's not right. Gu Lan hasn't said anything since he came..."

Gu Lan started out as a move.

And it is the one who is sure to win and confident.

"Gu Lan seemed to know that the Nine-Headed Dragon would not resist him, so before he took action, he didn't even have the power to prepare for defense..."

The more Feng Chenglin said, the more he felt strange, and a very unreliable idea popped up in his head.

"San Young Master, do you think this guy Gu Lan is an old acquaintance with Jiutoulong?"

Ling Luoyu suddenly looked at him, thinking: "...old acquaintance?"

"Isn't it just an old acquaintance? Look at the nine-headed dragon, although he looked at Gu Lan with fear, he didn't mean to resist? If he weren't an old acquaintance, how could he be so obedient and never move, letting Gu Lan do something random?"

You know, just before Gu Lan arrived, the Nine-Headed Dragon was still as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and he was having a lot of fun with them, not distinguishing between life and death.
Chapter completed!