Princess Against the World

"An unexpected surprise?" Feng Chenglin was confused: "Where are you so happy?"

Why didn't he feel any joy at all?

Shocking enough!

"Fat man, the surprise he wants... is the soul blade!" Ling Luoyu's lips parted slightly, and he stared blankly: "You want my weapon!"

The God Lord has been collecting artifacts and weapons, and weapons like the Soul Blade must be among his coveted ones.

"Your weapon?" Feng Chenglin chuckled and twitched his lips, waving generously: "If you want it, just tell me... just tell me, our Third Young Master will definitely give it to you without hesitation!"

He looked at Ling Luoyu and gestured with his head.

"Third Young Master?"

"Since my brother said he would give it to you, then I'll give it to you!" Ling Luoyu tapped his fingertips, and the soul blade flew out. The sound of breaking through the air startled Zhao Sheng and he quickly spun down.

Behind him, the treetops he had been standing on snapped.

The soul blade whirled again and fell into Ling Luoyu's hands.

"What's wrong? Don't hide! Isn't the thing given to you?" Feng Chenglin sniffed with a mischievous smile, with a twitchy look on his face: "This thing is given to you, but you don't want it. I won't give it to you. You still don't want it." Kindly reach out and grab it...what do you mean?!"

"What do you mean? You don't know what I mean?" Zhao Sheng raised his wrist and put the flute to his lips.

Liao Ao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly pointed at the flute: "Don't let him play the flute!"

This voice shocked Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin's hearts.

Although I don't know what made Liao Ao react like this, the fact that he could shout out suddenly showed that what Zhao Province was going to do next was definitely not a good thing for them!

Almost at the same time, Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin took action.

A beast-shaped force burst out of the air, and the other formed a barrier with chaotic souls.

The beast-shaped power was attacking Zhao Sheng in a distorted manner that was visible to the naked eye, forcing him to stand up sharply. The flute that had just reached the corner of his lips had to be released, facing the wind into the forest.

"call!"

The whistling sound passed through the holes of the flute, making the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Feng Chenglin's head felt an instant pain, like a needle pricking him. He instinctively withdrew his hand and withdrew his beastly power.

A successful smile appeared on the corners of Zhao Sheng's lips: "This move is called borrowing strength to fight... It is also called treating others in their own way! The harm you did to me was transformed into the sound of the flute. It turns into a backlash against you..."

Without the threat of Feng Chenglin, Zhao Sheng, who had sunk to the ground, quickly put the flute to his lips and blew out a wisp of notes.

"Suffer it!"

Liao Ao took a breath of cold air, grabbed Feng Chenglin's clothes and retreated.

"Be careful, he's summoning puppets again!"

Feng Chenglin didn't check, but he staggered when he pulled him. Fortunately, the chassis was stable and he didn't fall down.

However, after gaining a foothold, Liao Ao's expression became a little strange: "What's going on?"

It stands to reason that since the flute has sounded, there should be movement around!

Haven't those puppets received the message yet?

Zhao Sheng obviously also discovered this, and his eyes changed many times while he was playing the flute, drifting around.

Seeing this, I also want to find out what is going on!

Feng Chenglin patted his clothes and looked at Liao Ao's shoulder: "It's okay, this guy's voice can't be heard, so his pets can't be found here..."

Before they finished speaking, the ground suddenly surged under their feet.

"Fuck...what's going on?" Feng Chenglin jumped back quickly: "Why did you get out of the ground? Third Young Master...do you know what this is?"