Ye Fengrou's stomach was still spasming crazily. Ye Fengrou was in so much pain that she was twisted out of shape. Her eye sockets were sunken and her eyes were bulging.
Suddenly, in the Jinluan Palace, there was a horrifying sound of flesh being torn apart.
A hand suddenly stretched out from Ye Fengrou's belly.
The hand was extremely pale, with reddish-brown lines painted on it. The nails were slightly curved into the shape of hook teeth, and were stained with flesh and blood.
"Tear-"
Another thrilling sound came out. After Ye Fengrou's belly was torn horizontally, it was torn vertically again, forming a huge cross-shaped gash.
Ling Luo felt a chill in her heart, her eyes suddenly widened, and she stared intently at Ye Fengrou's torn abdomen. A pair of hands stretched out - the child's hands.
Except for those weird lines, it is similar in size to Xun'er's arm.
Immediately afterwards, two hands tightly clasped Ye Fengrou's torn belly, and a boy about three or four years old crawled out of her belly.
The boy had long hair that reached his shoulders, and his body was extremely white and stained with blood, giving him a breathtaking beauty.
The child has a pair of auburn pupils, shining with a pure light that does not understand the world. On his forehead, there are auburn ancient bone patterns engraved on it.
His long brown hair covered some parts of his body. Even if he was not wearing clothes, it would not make anyone who saw him feel uncomfortable.
The child's head tilted slowly like a machine, his huge auburn eyes fixed on the Gu mother at his feet.
"King! My king!"
An almost holy light appeared on Ye Fengrou's face, and she smiled extremely excitedly. She stretched out her hand to save this three or four-year-old child.
"King, I am your mother..."
Before he finished speaking, the Poison King raised his hand, and the sharp and curved nails engraved with auburn texture shone with a cold light. From top to bottom, they easily penetrated into the pineal gland between Ye Fengrou's eyebrows.
Ye Fengrou's eyes suddenly opened wide, blood splashed everywhere, and at the moment of death, an expression of extreme fear and disbelief was fixed on her face.
A crystal-clear fruit core-like object was dug out by Poison King and condensed on his fingertips.
He frowned slightly, a pair of auburn eyes fixedly staring at the core-shaped object, the corners of his lips curved with a touch of disdain, and said coldly: "The mother of the lonely king is so weak in the spiritual realm.
It’s not enough to fill the gaps between teeth.”
Even though he said that, Poison King still threw the crystal-clear fruit core-like object into his mouth, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he swallowed it all at once.
Ling Luo's eyes widened and she was frightened.
The Poison King was born, and he actually fed on the spiritual realm of his biological mother. He struck with such viciousness that he didn't even frown.
"What should I do? I'm so hungry." Du Wang, who was only three or four years old, sighed and complained.
At this moment, he felt two extremely dangerous rays of light rushing towards him.
A roaring ice tiger opened its bloody mouth and bit into his body. The Poison King was startled and punched him with his backhand.
"Boom -" there was a loud noise, and the ice tiger was smashed into pieces by heavy punches, breaking into ice crystals and scattered in all directions.
However, before he could stabilize his body, tens of thousands of metal arrows shot out from behind like dense raindrops.
Behind the Poison King, there is an auburn segmented tail, covered with an extremely hard shell, and the shell is covered with poisonous tail spines.