Princess Against the World

"Fat man, why are you in a hurry?" Ling Luoyu curled his lips indifferently: "The old man is not in a hurry yet and hasn't moved yet..."

"No, Third Young Master, this guy... I really can't stand it! I've seen shameless people... but I've never seen anyone more shameless than me!"

Feng Chenglin was also so angry that he even brought himself in.

"If I don't kill him, I really won't be able to bear the surname Feng..."

"Fat man!" Ling Luoyu's fingertips gently pressed on Feng Chenglin's back: "It doesn't matter what the man named Zhao says. What matters... is whether the old man in front of us will believe it!"

"Do you still believe it?" Feng Chenglin spat, barely suppressing his anger: "Look at the look in his eyes, if you don't believe it, you won't even believe it..."

"That's because he wants to believe it himself..." Ling Luoyu pursed his lips and pointed at Zhao Sheng: "Old man, let's not talk about anything else. Are you willing to believe him? I have nothing to say, but you have to think about it. Now... you are alone and there are two of us, and... you can catch Zhao Sheng and attack him, but when facing us... maybe we will catch you and attack you!"

"Yes, if you want to listen to this guy, be used by him, and play a borrowed knife to kill someone... we have no problem!"

Feng Chenglin opened his hands and hooked his fingers provocatively.

"Come on!! I can meet you first..."

Ling Luoyu suppressed his hand again: "Fat man, believing is one thing, but judging the situation... is another thing! Old man, you don't need to estimate... With your cultivation level and the ferocity in your hands... Bing, you can indeed fight against my brother, but don’t forget...and me! If I take action...what will happen to you, but you have to think about it! Because if we fight, it will be... It’s the result of a fight to the death…”

Zhao Sheng's eyes wandered between the two sides.

Seeing that Ling Luoyu was about to fool the old shopkeeper, he quickly shouted loudly: "You... don't let them scare you... Both of them have silver-like pewter gun tips, which are both good and bad..."

"It's useless. Didn't it hurt you?" Feng Chenglin slapped him suddenly, and his beast-like power surged, slapping Zhao Sheng hard on the face.

"Snapped!"

Blood mixed with the teeth and flew away.

Zhao Sheng choked on a mouthful of blood and coughed violently.

Feng Chenglin waved his hand with satisfaction and glanced sideways at the old shopkeeper almost as if he was demonstrating: "Wouldn't you know if it's a silver-like pewter gun head if you try it?"

The old shopkeeper slowly tilted his head and glanced sideways at Zhao Sheng, whose eyes were twitching with stars: "So... you are not in the same group?"

"Of course not..." Feng Chenglin denied it.

"It doesn't count..." Ling Luoyu said something else.

Feng Chenglin's eyes suddenly widened: "Third Young Master?"

What are you doing?

After saying so much, isn't the purpose of saying that Zhao Shang is a damned person and not in the same group with them?

Why does this still mean "it doesn't count?"

So what do you mean, Governor Zhao is part of their group?

"Old man, if you can believe what we say, then I will tell you...this guy is our prisoner, and he got it from the Puppet Mountain over there..."

"Puppet Mountain? Laoshan!" The old shopkeeper suddenly thought of something. He suddenly looked at Zhao Sheng and his pupils shrank: "I remember... you are from Puppet Mountain!"