Princess Against the World

Zhao Sheng looked at the puppets around him, and the corners of his lips twitched fiercely.

Feng Chenglin flexed his muscles and bones without even taking a glance at him: "If God had eyes, he would kill you first, knocking your soul out, punishing others for causing harm to others and causing harm to so many lives..."

Zhao Sheng quietly looked at Ling Luoyu and saw that her back was facing him and Feng Chenglin was concentrating on the outside, so he carefully moved to one side, hoping to wait for an opportunity to escape.

only--

"If I were you, I wouldn't run away..."

Feng Chenglin slowly raised his head, as if looking at an idiot, and smiled evilly: "Don't you feel that you are already the turtle in the urn?"

Zhao Sheng's steps suddenly stopped, and then he realized that something was wrong——

A few of them were killing here with great success, and the sound of the flute was melodious, but why didn't any outsider come to help? ?

The strange thing is that he didn't even hear any sound from outside.

like--

They seem to be in a separate world!

"What...what's going on?" Zhao Sheng screamed, pressing the wound with his hand and rushing to the outside, knocking many puppets away along the way.

Feng Chenglin looked at his back, shook his head, and continued to dig his own hole.

"This person is so stubborn! No wonder he makes himself so embarrassed..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ling Luoyu's hands wandering around Liao Ao's body.

"Fuck... no, Third Young Master, you... have such a strong taste?"

At this time, Liao Ao had black patterns all over his body.

The venom spread along his blood vessels and filled his entire body.

Especially his face, with black blood flowing out from his seven orifices, was even more ferocious and terrifying.

Ling Luoyu withdrew his fingers from Liao Ao's heart: "He has a pulse, a heartbeat, and breathing... Moreover, under the erosion of toxins, his internal organs are slowly rotting away... Fatty, this guy and other puppets They’re all different!”

"It's just different! Otherwise the Lord God wouldn't have treated him like that..." Feng Chenglin brought down the shovel and threw away the soil: "I said, how about we give him the whole coffin and bury him like this... Isn’t that a little too kind?”

"Coffin?" Ling Luoyu thought of something.

"I think we met Liao Ao after all, which can be regarded as fate. It is reasonable and reasonable to get him a coffin so that he has a place to live, so that he will not be crowded with such a bunch of stupid and disgusting people. Together, what do you think, Third Young Master..."

Feng Chenglin muttered and turned his head, but suddenly turned to stone.

"Third Young Master?"

In the entire barrier, apart from him and the stupid Zhao Sheng, there wasn't anyone breathing.

"Isn't it? You're doing this again..."

He looked at the half-dug hole and threw the shovel down in frustration. His balls ached and he was speechless.

"If you leave, you have to tell me... Should I dig this hole, or not? If I dig it, how big will it be? Do I need to add a coffin..."

Before he could finish his words of complaint, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and his face of nothingness and despair came into view.

"Mr. Wind!"

"What are you doing?" Feng Chenglin wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Where is the Third Young Master? Why are you so fine and so suddenly back?"

Xuwu pursed his lips behind Feng Chenglin: "Hey..."

Feng Chenglin turned around suspiciously, only to find that Ling Luoyu was circling the stone beast.

"Third Young Master, what are you doing?"

"The master wants to use the ghost coffin!" Xuwu handed over the warm handkerchief.