Princess Against the World

After Feng Chenglin talked for a long time, he realized that Ling Luoyu had no reaction at all and just stood there with a frown on his face.

He couldn't help but feel a little guilty: "Third Young Master, did I say that...you are an idiot?"

"No...but you woke me up..." Ling Luoyu raised his fingertips and smiled thoughtfully: "As the saying goes, there is no eternal enemy. Why don't we turn this enemy into one of our own?"

"Become one of our own?" Feng Chenglin's eyes widened suddenly: "Third Young Master, you have to think carefully. If this girl Dingdang is really one of the Lord of God, then she is either loyal to the Lord of God, or she is... Is there anything in the hands of the Lord God? In short, she is not someone you can win over casually..."

"I know, so I don't plan to win her over completely, just... as long as she doesn't hurt us anymore!"

"..."

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The cool breeze blew through the cracks in the window, brushing Dingdang's hair and falling on her cheeks.

With her eyebrows twitching slightly, she instinctively brushed her hair away with her hands and turned over.

Suddenly——

She opened her eyes suddenly, sat up suddenly, and listened.

"This is……"

Indistinctly, a faint shout passed by my ears along with the sound of wind.

"It seems...someone is practicing..."

The sound of shouting has a steady rhythm, long and powerful.

Judging from the sound, it seemed to be quite far away from where she was.

and--

"It's a lot of people...together..."

Dingdang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly stood up, dressed, and silently opened the door.

After looking around cautiously, he followed the sound.

The location of the shouting sound was in the hinterland of Beiluo Mountain, half a mountain away from where she was.

She sank down behind a rock and looked far away.

In the mountain col not far away, torches were bright, lighting up half of the night sky.

In the light of the fire, dozens of people were sitting on the ground, shouting and talking.

Beside them, there were swords, guns, swords and halberds used for practicing.

"They are resting..."

A small voice suddenly sounded in her ears, causing her to tremble all over, and she immediately opened her fists.

"who?"

"Shh, don't be so loud..."

From the tree on one side, a small figure emerged, with his fingertips pressing his lips.

"Sister Ling is down there. Her cultivation is very powerful. If she finds out that we are peeping, it will be terrible!"

Dingdang glanced at the firelight with vigilance, slowly closed his fists, his eyes flickered, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Me? My name is Shang He, what's yours?"

"Ding Dong..."

"Oh, you are Ding Dong!"

Shang He turned over and glanced down, his black eyes sparkling as he looked at Dingdang excitedly.

"It's a little different from when I saw it... You look much better now that you've been cleaned like this! No wonder I didn't recognize it just now!"

"You...oh..." Dingdang suddenly said, "I understand, are you the girl who saved me with Mr. Feng?"

"Yes, yes, it's me!"

Shang He chuckled and adjusted his hair.

"Sister Dingdang, they all say that you look the same as Fatty Feng's wife. It seems that Fatty Feng is not bragging. His wife is really pretty..."

Dingdang rolled his eyes leisurely: "Miss Shanghe, why do you say such things?"

Shang He's smile froze on his face: "Miss Dingdang, what do you mean?"