Chapter 472 Flame Valley 8

The little divine dragon moved quickly, clawing and climbing, and in a flash, it rolled into Li Aotian's trouser leg!

Poor Li Aotian slapped down, but it landed heavily on his own wound where a large chunk of flesh had been bitten off.

The pain made him grimace, veins bulging on his forehead, and tears almost welled up.

The annoying little divine dragon darted around nimbly inside his trouser leg.

Li Aotian was in a fluster, completely at a loss as to what to do with it, and he was so anxious he was spinning in circles.

Of all the places the little divine dragon could climb, this little thing chose to burrow its head into Li Aotian's private parts and slapped a paw down—

"Hiss—" The sudden intense pain made Li Aotian's eyes fill with tears.

"Go to hell, go to hell!!!" Li Aotian was so angry that he slapped his own private parts.

However, given his previous mistake, his movement this time was not large, and because of this, he saved his lineage.

A hint of mockery flashed in Su Luo's eyes.

With such a good opportunity, if she didn't take advantage of it, she would truly be a fool.

Su Luo pulled out the cold dagger from her sleeve and quietly moved towards Li Aotian's back.

No sooner said than done.

The dagger in Su Luo's hand flashed with a white light and slashed towards Li Aotian's throat.

If it were an ordinary person, a line of blood would naturally appear, and they would fall to the ground, unable to rest in peace.

But Li Aotian—

Su Luo didn't expect his defense to be so strong.

The little divine dragon could break through his defense, but her dagger could not.

When she slashed his throat from behind, she could feel the hard obstruction, and even if she used more force, she couldn't cut through!

She didn't expect Li Aotian's physical body to be this tough.

Having missed her strike, Su Luo quickly retreated.

However, it was a little late at this point.

At this moment, Li Aotian was being driven almost insane by the person and the beast.

At this point, what was the point of holding back any trump cards?

Li Aotian smiled coldly, and suddenly, he raised his sleeve.

From within his sleeve flew a thick green vine, which fiercely attacked Su Luo's body.

Damn it!

Besides being a fire-elementalist, Li Aotian was also a wood-elementalist mage.

She had never heard anyone mention this before.

Su Luo turned and ran, quickly retreating in an S-shaped curve.

Li Aotian's ice element was restricted by the Flame Valley, but the restrictions on his wood element were relatively much less.

This thick green vine was like it had eyes, tightly latching onto Su Luo and refusing to let go, and its speed was astonishingly fast.

Su Luo had been hit by Li Aotian so hard she was almost unconscious, her internal organs were severely injured, and her strength was greatly affected.

She ran stumbling, but before she had run many steps, a huge rock appeared in front of her.

Just as she was about to go around it, the thick green vine had already attacked.

"Crack—" The thick green vine heavily whipped Su Luo's back, immediately sending her rolling to the ground.

Before she could even get up, the thick green vine had already swept over and bound Su Luo completely.

From head to toe, she was tightly bound and hung high in a tree, swaying in the wind.

This image truly resembled those rebels hanging on the city wall… Su Luo was on the verge of tears and felt utterly helpless.

When the little divine dragon saw its little master hanging like this, as if she was being set up to be roasted into jerky, the little divine dragon immediately became upset.

It roared fiercely at Li Aotian, leaping from in front of him to behind him, and in a flash, burrowed into his rear end, biting down hard on his butt—

"Ptooey—" The little divine dragon spat out the mouthful of fresh meat it had bitten off with great disdain.