Princess Against the World

"Puppet King?" Feng Chenglin stopped suddenly and looked behind him: "Third Young Master?"

At that moment, Zhao Sheng jumped up and grabbed Liao Ao with one hand.

At the same time, a cold light burst out from his left hand, killing Feng Chenglin.

At this time, Feng Chenglin was still turning his head and looking at Ling Luoyu.

Liao Ao's expression changed several times in an instant, and he suddenly rushed forward, as if he had used all his strength to hit Feng Chenglin, knocking back his words.

'puff! "

A cold light flashed across Liao Ao's back, and he groaned, and Feng Chenglin stumbled out, falling into a ball.

After Zhao Sheng struck once, he took action again. The cold light turned in one direction and continued to kill Feng Chenglin.

"Oh shit……"

Although Feng Chenglin was pinned down by Liao Ao, his momentum remained unchanged.

When he raised his hand, a blue light flew out instantly.

"Ding!"

The blue light and the cold light collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Zhao Sheng's expression changed with shock, and he instinctively retreated. However, the penetrating power and speed of the blue light exceeded his imagination.

Before he could move, the blue light had already penetrated his body.

"puff!"

Blood swirled out along with the blue light.

"boom!"

Zhao Sheng fell to the ground in embarrassment. On the left side of his chest, a small gash was bleeding.

He quickly pressed the wound with his hand, turned over with difficulty, and faced Feng Chenglin alertly.

Fortunately, Feng Chenglin did not pursue the victory, but raised his hand to recall the blue light and glanced sideways at Zhao Sheng with a wicked smile.

"I said my surname is Zhao. You are so dishonest! Didn't you agree that you would hand over people with one hand and let them go with the other? But it's better now. Look..."

He waved his hands and turned in a circle very proudly.

"You're the one who's injured, right?"

"Really?" Zhao Sheng looked behind Feng Chenglin and smiled half-heartedly: "It seems I'm not the only one, right?"

Feng Chenglin waved his hand indifferently, but did not turn around: "Are you talking about Liao Ao? Don't you know that he is the kind of immortal? Let alone you giving him a wound, even if it is Even if you twist off his head, he might not die...right?"

"Fat man!" Ling Luoyu's voice came from behind.

Feng Chenglin's heart felt inexplicably and he turned around slowly.

Behind him, Liao Ao was lying on the ground. The wounds on his torn clothes were gradually turning black, in stark contrast to the white skin around him.

"He was poisoned!" Ling Luoyu stood still in front of Liao Ao, pressing his fingertips around the wound: "Do you know that Zhao Province's weapons are poisonous?"

"...I am a dead person, why should I be afraid of poison?"

"Some poisons seal their throats when they see blood. If a living person touches it, they will definitely die! But some poisons...are aimed at you, right?"

"..."

"This poison...although I don't know what it is, I can see some effects. Once you are exposed to this poison, it will quickly corrode your body!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes flashed with a thin light, and he looked at Liao Ao fiercely.

"Even an immortal body like yours would have corroded in the first place, right?"

"What do you mean?" Feng Chenglin quickly withdrew: "Third Young Master, you don't mean to say... this poison is like tarsal maggots. Once it gets on it, it can never be removed, right? Then ...Then he..."

Liao Ao's wound continued to turn black, and the blackness was spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No...Liao Ao, aren't you immortal? How could you still..."