C468 Hawkclaw

The old beggar's hand was really disgusting. The moment it touched Ling Zicong's brain, countless tentacle-like objects broke out from the eagle claw-like fingernails. There were even small suction cups on them.

"Hehe!" "Right away, right away!"

The old beggar muttered to himself, moving his nails deftly, like a skilled surgeon manipulating a scalpel.

"Bang …" "Bang …"

However