C1270 I, I Am Afraid of Bugs!

A shadow flashed towards Yang Xuan who was picking herbs.

Sitting on the back of the Triceratops, Ma Yi and Dou Pengpeng exclaimed in shock.

"What kind of trash are you? Do you want to die?" Yang Xuan did not even turn his head as he grabbed the thing that pounced towards him.

Eh? It was hard and slippery. Countless tentacle-like claws grabbed onto the thing that pounced towards him