Chapter 1115: The Demon Race Supports

Lin Yingying was so scared that she had never seen such a bizarre situation.

She clung tightly to Long Fei's hand, afraid that this guy would throw her down.

"Can the stone actually spray blood?"

She couldn't help but ask.

Long Fei laughed, "You call yourself a country bumpkin, so let me explain it to you."

"Still holding a grudge?"

Lin Yingying gave him a disdainful look and said proudly with her neck tilted up, "Forget it then, this lady doesn't want to hear it anymore!"

Long Fei's eyes flashed with golden light, piercing through falsehoods.

These eyes were forged in the volcanic fire from the Phoenix Nest, a level above even x-ray vision.

If he stared at a tree, he could see the activity of the cells inside the tree, more formidable than a microscope.

"A mountain is not just a mountain, water is not just water."

Long Fei concentrated.

Lin Yingying said depressedly, "Speak human language."