Princess Against the World

"call!"

The appearance of three figures again interrupted Dingmiao's words.

He became energetic: "It's us..."

The phantoms of the three of them stood there studying the center of the formation.

Not long after, Feng Chenglin seemed to have discovered something, stood up and left hesitantly.

"Fat man..."

Ling Luoyu walked side by side with him and looked along his line of sight, but saw nothing.

At this time, the center of the formation still only showed the silhouettes of the three of them.

As for what Feng Chenglin saw, he is probably the only one who knows.

But at this time, Feng Chenglin suddenly turned around and ran away as if he had seen a ghost.

"Fat man..."

Ling Luoyu instinctively grabbed his arm.

I thought it was a grasp in the air, but I didn't know it was actually a grasp on his arm.

At the same time, Feng Chenglin shouted loudly.

A warmth came from Ling Luoyu's palm, and blood dripped all over her body.

Dingmiao also took action at this time, grabbed Ling Luoyu and pulled hard.

"boom!"

Feng Chenglin bumped into Ling Luoyu, and they fell into Dingmiao's arms at the same time, and the three of them fell into a ball.

In an instant——

"Ding!"

The heart of the array fell to the ground, making a crisp impact sound.

"Fat man..."

Ling Luoyu put Feng Chenglin down, pointed Rufei, and touched his left arm to stop the gurgling blood.

"Third Young Master..."

Feng Cheng and Lin You grabbed her wrist, full of shock.

"Am I... dead or alive? Real or an illusion?"

"What do you think?"

Ling Luoyu pulled open his sleeve with one hand, causing him to tremble in pain and lie completely limp on the ground.

"Fuck...it hurts like this, I'm definitely not dead, I'm still alive..."

Sighing, he looked around in disbelief and grimaced in pain.

"I thought this was the end of my life..."

Dingmiao looked at the two bloody people, looked at the center of the formation in disbelief, and slowly picked it up.

"It's both real and illusory...the alternation of virtuality and reality...this...how is this possible?!"

Ling Luoyu stared at Feng Chenglin's wounds and didn't care about Dingmiao's muttering: "Fat man, how did you get hurt?"

Just now she was only focused on rescuing him and didn't care at all how he was injured.

Looking closely at the wound now, I feel something is wrong.

His wound seemed to be torn open by something.

The wound started from the shoulder and ended in the direction of the elbow. The edges of the wound were irregular, and the flesh and blood rolled to both sides.

Feng Chenglin shook his head, his eyes a little confused: "Third Young Master, to be honest, I still don't know what the hell hurt me..."

He stood up suddenly, but pulled the laceration on his arm. He groaned in pain and lay down again.

"Do you remember the eyes I told you about?"

"Eye?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes shrank and she bandaged him with medicine.

"Are you going to tell me that the eye bit you and tore you like this!?"

"……yes……"

Feng Chenglin recalled what happened at that time, and felt a little chilly for no reason, and shuddered.

"At that time... you two were not studying that iron-headed me. When I was rogue, you happened to see those eyes again, and you wanted to go over and have a look to see what was going on... But you didn't expect that I As soon as I walked there, I saw those eyes..."

He paused for a moment and licked his lips, obviously a little scared.

"The eye suddenly grew bigger and turned into a bloody mouth... and bit me!!"