Princess Against the World

Feng Chenglin: "...What do you mean?"

Not to mention the difference between humans and beasts, even the cultivation between humans cannot be swallowed up, let alone between humans and beasts!

Although there is talk of devouring things like cultivation, they come from the same clan and the same sect, and both parties must be practicing the same technique.

"Let me give you the simplest metaphor... In your eyes, does everyone's blood look the same? As long as it is used on people, it is the same?"

Feng Chenglin was confused when he was told: "Isn't this...all the blood of these people the same?"

There is a difference! ?

"Of course it's different... In my world, there is a thing that can analyze your blood and identify whether the blood types of two people are the same! If different blood types are input into a person's body... it will kill the person!"

"……grass……"

And this operation! ?

"Then...how do you analyze this blood?"

"...It's very troublesome!!"

"..."

If you say that, it means saying it in vain.

"Since it's useless... why are so many people here? Besides, what are they doing here?" Feng Chenglin twitched and understood something: "Could these people have heard the rumor five hundred years ago? , and then come here and wait... If a big bug falls from the sky, wait for that guy to fall down again, right?"

Going up is impossible!

Even if it goes up, it will definitely not be a match for the divine beast.

Therefore, these people just sit back and wait, waiting here for the dragon beast to fail in its second tribulation.

"These people are really..." Feng Chenglin was speechless.

At a glance, the mountain was full of people.

Many people took a step higher and ran up the branches.

Everyone was looking up at the clouds, as if expecting the dragon pill to fall down and hit their heads.

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin circled around and finally found the Dragon Temple, which was a perfect match.

"Come on, come on, draw a lot, twenty gold, it is extremely effective...Brother, do you want to draw a lot?"

"Twenty gold coins?" Feng Chenglin was stunned: "This guy is really good at making money..."

However, there is a way to make money, but people are not as crazy as the legend says, and not many people actually spend twenty gold to draw lots.

After all, twenty gold coins is not a small amount for ordinary people.

And those rich people have seen the world and come with a purpose.

The old man was wearing a Taoist robe, holding a lottery tube, and selling in front of people.

"Girl, looking at you with peach blossoms in your eyes, you must be destined for marriage. How about a lottery?"

"roll!!"

"..."

The girl shouted coldly, which made the old man embarrassed.

"Girl, this is my fortune teller. It's not good for you to be so ungrateful..."

"Get out!!" The girl flipped her hands, raised her wrist suddenly, took out the dagger from her sleeve, and put it against the old man's throat.

Almost at the same time, many people around them unsheathed their weapons in an instant.

However, their target seemed to be the girl and the people around them.

For a time, like a ripple effect, many people took action.

However, no one took another step. Instead, they were hostile to each other and stared at the people around them.

The old Taoist dared to talk nonsense again, and took a step back with an unusually stiff body.

"Girl...if you don't want to smoke, forget it..."

Holding the lottery tube, he turned around and left angrily.

The people around them also looked at each other and then slowly and tacitly stopped holding hands.