Princess Against the World

Twitching his mouth, Fatty Feng's expression suddenly became ambiguous——

"You said, these two people... aren't there something fishy, ​​right?! Are they going to Xi Yunfei and Wang Ke's father?!"

"Congratulations, I feel the same way!!"

Ling Luoyu suddenly smiled evilly and bumped into Feng Chenglin's shoulder, curling his lips evilly.

"However, the affairs of these two people have nothing to do with us now... because the direction Yan Zhen fled just now is completely opposite to the route we want to take!!"

Regardless of Yan Zhen or Wuyingjian, they are just passers-by on their road.

The fate that passes by in a hurry, is separated, and the fate is over!

"That's really a pity..."

Feng Chenglin was speechless and a little regretful.

"To be honest, I really want to know the story..."

The thing is that you only know the beginning, but you can't watch the ending, which is the most heart-warming thing.

However, as Ling Luoyu said, neither Yan Zhen nor the Shadowless Sword has anything to do with them!

All fate ends here.

After dawn, the two of them put away their makeup and restored their original appearance.

However, Ling Luoyu was still dressed in men's clothes as he was accustomed to. After escaping from the chaotic world, he changed two horses, put on a bamboo hat, followed the map, and headed towards the sea feast.

When leaving the town gate, Ling Luoyu once again saw the group of people in black cloaks that he saw yesterday.

They were riding horses, their faces hidden in the hats of their coats, and their faces could not be seen clearly. They lined up outside the city gate one by one, quietly and incompatible with the traffic around them.

Feng Chenglin also noticed something unusual about them: "Fuck...where did this great god come from!? He's so sneaky and mysterious?!"

He turned around and frowned.

"Looking at them like this, they seem to be waiting for someone to die!"

While he was talking, a string of melodious ringtones came from the ethereal sound, and Ling Luoyu's body and soul suddenly shook.

The men in black also turned around to look behind Ling Luoyu, and all turned their heads in unison.

"What a crisp ringtone..."

A smile appeared on Feng Chenglin's face involuntarily, and he listened carefully with his eyes closed, looking intoxicated.

Little did he know that before he was completely intoxicated, he felt a pinprick-like pain on his back.

"Ah, it hurts..."

Screaming in pain, he almost fell off the horse.

"Third Young Master, what are you doing..."

Ling Luoyu slowly closed his hand, and a flash of silver light on his fingertips made Feng Chenglin speechless in pain.

"Third Young Master, you have a brain convulsion...you are fine, why do you need to prick me with a needle..."

"I'm afraid you'll get drunk and die in the gentle land of beauty..."

Ling Luoyu turned his fingertips and took away the silver needle.

"The ringtone you hear has the effect of absorbing souls..."

Soul-catching? !

Feng Chenglin suddenly shivered and his body was instantly wet with sweat.

But at the same time, he also discovered clues around him.

Around them, all the men had evil smiles on their faces.

The corners of their mouths were slightly raised, as if they had thought of something beautiful, and they all smiled knowingly from the bottom of their hearts.

But other than that, there's nothing wrong with these men.

They didn't even stop talking about the topic. They kept saying what they should say.

As for the women beside the man, they were not moved at all, and they were all doing what they were supposed to do.

As the ringing approached, Feng Chenglin felt some inexplicable depression in his heart, as if a huge stone was pressing on his heart, making it difficult to breathe.