Princess Against the World

Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes at him: "At least, I gave her hope..."

Glancing at A Liu, he added.

"Even if it's temporary..."

Even if it is temporary, at least it will prevent such a weak little girl from being too desperate!

"What's the use of being temporary? I hope that in the past, it will be a deeper despair... It's better to let her despair now like me! At least... she won't be in despair after waiting for a while!!"

He tilted his head slightly and suddenly looked at A Liu.

"Aliu, do you still remember what I told you?"

A Liu's eyes trembled: "...remember..."

"Tell them what I told you..."

"... You said that the worst outcome is death... If I can't stand it any longer, I will die! That way, everything will be free... But if I die, there will never be hope again. ! And as long as I am still alive... maybe one day in the future, God will show mercy and a miracle will happen, and I will meet the person who can save me from the sea of ​​suffering... From then on, I will no longer be a slave..."

No one would know how desperate a teenage girl felt when she said these words! !

Feng Chenglin's heart ached faintly——

His daughter is also the same age! !

If he is dragged out and sold like this, and he is still so desperate that he wants to die, then his life will be worse than death.

The man sighed softly, gently rubbed A Liu's messy hair, and motioned for her to sit on one side.

Looking at her back, Feng Chenglin suddenly looked at Ling Luoyu: "Third Young Master..."

Ling Luoyu could see the distress in his eyes: "Whatever you want, do it! But there are some things, just do them without saying anything!"

She raised her eyes slightly and met the man's eyes quietly.

"Especially because there is no need to explain anything to outsiders!!"

"outsider?"

The man laughed loudly, took a step forward, and half-knelt on the ground opposite Ling Luoyu.

"Am I an outsider?"

He stretched out his arms and wrapped Ling Luoyu under his arms, with the distance less than half a foot.

Feng Chenglin's expression changed, and he was about to stand up, but under the signal from Ling Luoyu's eyes, he sat back obediently.

‘Boy, remember, as long as we have a Yaohuan, we are all a family... because we have the same name on our heads—slave! ! No matter what your surname or name was before, in short, you only have one name now! ! "

Lowering his eyes slightly, he looked at the ring on Ling Luoyu's arm, slowly withdrew and sat up straight.

"As a slave, the first and fundamental thing to survive is - don't meddle in other people's business! Don't think how powerful you were before. If you don't come here with some skills, you won't be chosen by them!! But... I advise you. You'd better be restrained! Because this place is not for you to be arrogant!"

"It sounds like you've been frustrated a lot..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes squinted slightly, looking under his clothes.

"You are hurt?"

There was a faint smell of blood on his body!

There is also a vague smell of herbs.

"How do you know?" The man's pupils shrank obviously and he looked at himself.

Although his clothes were torn, his wounds were not exposed. How did she know that! ?

"I happen to have medicine to treat trauma..."

"You should keep it for yourself!" The man unexpectedly rejected Ling Luoyu, turned around, walked to his seat, and sat down.