The blood-colored skull was also at a loss. Didn't he just hit a little girl? There was no need, right? He didn't kill her. Why did this little brat look like she wanted to fight him to the death?
With a hundred doubts in its heart, the blood-colored skull did not dare to attack again and hurriedly retreated from fear.
As for Tianmeng, she could tell something.
"Interesting, so it's emotions."
She observed carefully. It seemed that every time Linglong erupted, it was related to her emotions. As long as the person closest to her was hurt, she would lose control of her emotions and the seal in her body would loosen.
Thinking of this, Tianmeng looked at the heavily injured Lin Qingzhu below.
"Linglong, I'm here. Don't worry, I'm fine…"
