Princess Against the World

There were so many people on the street. It was not good for this little thief to steal from anyone, but he wanted to steal from Ling Luo Yu?

The little thief's steps suddenly froze, and the next second, he ran wildly with the basket on his back.

But how could Feng Chenglin let him escape? He grabbed the basket with one hand.

"stop!"

"Wow"

The backpack was torn open and the contents fell to the floor.

When you look closely, it's just some rags and rotten straw.

When Feng Chenglin couldn't catch it, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

It's just a little thief, but he didn't catch it with one hand.

Not being polite at the moment, he jumped up, hugged the little thief around his waist, and threw him backwards.

The moment he was hugged, the little thief screamed and threw his arms and legs to throw Feng Chenglin away.

But how could his strength compete with Feng Chenglin.

Before he could struggle twice, he was thrown to the ground.

Turning around, Feng Chenglin sat directly on him, holding his chest with his left hand, and raised the iron fist of his right hand, hitting the little thief in the face.

"Fat man!"

Ling Luoyu's scolding sound suddenly reached his ears, and Feng Chenglin's fist suddenly stopped.

"call!"

The wind of the fist swept across the little thief's face, except for the messy hair covering his face.

"Fuck..."

Feng Chenglin jumped up suddenly as if he had seen a ghost, ran back several steps, knocked over an old farmer carrying a pole, and then stood there in shock.

"He He……"

He pointed his finger at the little thief, unable to speak the next words.

"What is he? It's not like you haven't seen him before!"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes and motioned for him to help the old farmer who had knocked down.

Feng Chenglin didn't know how he apologized to the old farmer. Until he left, he still felt that two of his three souls had flown away, and only one was holding on.

The little thief on the ground had been pulled up by Ling Luoyu and stood there rubbing his chest.

However, while he was rubbing it, he glared at Feng Chenglin fiercely.

If looks could kill, Feng Chenglin would have been pierced by thousands of arrows and died without a burial place.

Ling Luoyu tilted his head and looked at the little thief, then looked at the backpack on the ground: "How did you get into this?"

The little thief squinted: "Do I know you?"

"We are kind of destined... Shang He!"

"..."

The little thief's expression suddenly changed, his eyes widened in horror, his gaze wandered between Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin, and he quietly stepped back.

"Shang He?? She...is Shang He?!"

Although Feng Chenglin was mentally prepared, he still felt that there would be no critical blow in his life.

"This...this looks so similar!"

Shang He is a person who is somewhat similar to Mo Xuanchen in the legend.

Of course, he is much the same as Xingjun.

but--

He suddenly thought of an important point, looked down at his left hand, and shook it subconsciously.

That’s right!

When I pressed the little thief under me just now, there seemed to be something extra in my palm.

It's just that the texture is like Xiao Long Bao, which is far inferior to my wife's.

Feng Chenglin was shaking his head like he was letting himself go, and he didn't even realize that Shang He was looking at him like he was going to peel off his skin and bones.

Damn bastard!

After eating her tofu, you still look so vulgar!

If she hadn't been a match for these two people, she would have disabled him no matter what.

"Who the hell are you?"

Shang He was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, full of hostility.

"If you don't tell the truth again, I won't be rude to you!"

"Shang He, my name is Ling Luoyu... When I was in Yaoshan Sect, my name was..."

"It's you!"

Shang He suddenly screamed and jumped up, interrupting her in surprise.

"But I remember you were not like this at that time..."