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Chapter 81: I have to change(2/2)

The lizards screamed, becoming even more confused due to shock and fear.

The lizards around Zhenjin tried their best to distance themselves from Zhenjin.

"Don't run." Zhen Jin stuck tightly among the lizards, and he would follow them wherever the lizards ran.

This time, the school of fish in the air behind me felt very relieved.

Because the goals of revenge are all together, there is no need to get entangled.

The highly poisonous fish spines hit the lizard, and the lizard fell head over heels. When it hit Zhenjin's body, it made a crisp sound, but Zhenjin was still alive and well.

After Zhenjin gradually got used to running wildly among the lizards, he moved his heart, whipped out the scorpion tail, and stung it continuously.

The scorpion's tail is long and slender, and its attack range is quite wide. The lizards are unable to dodge, and they can only die under the scorpion's tail.

The dead lizard followed its inertia and rolled several times on the ground before lying quietly on the ground. The fish did not retaliate against these corpses.

In this way, under the double blow of needle gold and fish schools, the lizards suffered extremely heavy losses. In the end, less than eighty lizards managed to escape back to the desert.

Taking advantage of the last panic, Zhen Jin finally found an opportunity to escape.

He immediately rushed back to the temporary camp.

There's a fight going on in the camp!

In fact, most of the flying fish have been attracted by the needle gold and the lizards. The number of flying fish left in the oasis is very small and scattered everywhere.

But unfortunately, the temporary camp was visited by several fat-ball flying fish.

"Oops." Zhen Jin's heart sank. He saw traces of fighting nearby. Various signs showed that the fighting in the temporary camp had already started and had been going on for a long time.

Rushing into the camp, he spotted cyanobacteria at a glance.

Lan Zao stood in the center of the camp, his hair disheveled, his face still stained with blood, holding a scimitar in each hand, raising his head and shouting: "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

"A bunch of rotten fish and shrimps want to eat me too?!"

"Only I can eat you, you can't eat me!"
Chapter completed!
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