Princess Against the World

"……I?"

Feng Chenglin looked into the distance and blinked.

"What I want to do most is probably to free those slaves, right? So many lives are not suitable to be some people's happy playthings..."

Ling Luoyu nodded imperceptibly: "Are you a gentleman?"

"Of course I'm not!" Feng Chenglin denied.

Just the next second, his expression suddenly froze.

"Three... Young Master..."

Slowly turning his head, he looked at Ling Luoyu, his eyes trembling.

"You...you mean?"

"You are not a gentleman. You still have the consciousness to save those lives and return their freedom. Why is it that a gentleman...can't be compassionate about human life and give those slaves a way to survive?"

"..."

"What a gentleman wants is compassion and magnanimity from the bottom of his heart, rather than deliberately showing off certain things!"

"...Third Young Master!" Feng Chenglin suddenly took two steps back, staggered a little unsteadily, and slowly squatted down: "No wonder... no wonder I always feel like something is wrong, it turns out this is here..."

He always had a strange feeling when facing Zhou Yan.

But he couldn't tell what was wrong.

It was this strange feeling that made him always feel awkward when facing Cheng Xue.

Now that I think about it, something is indeed wrong.

For a moment, cold sweat broke out on his back and wet his clothes.

The cold wind hit me, making me shiver.

At that moment, I felt refreshed and the spiritual platform was clear.

"I...what's wrong with me?"

Feng Chenglin stood up suddenly, looked at his hands, and frowned.

"I seem...something's wrong!"

What's wrong, I can't tell.

"You have been brainwashed!"

"...Brainwashing? Can the brain be washed?" Feng Chenglin quickly touched his head: "How did you take it out? Why don't I know anything about it?"

Ling Luoyu smiled half-heartedly: "Your brother Zhou is not as weak as you think on the surface!"

People with disabilities will give people the first impression that they are in the disadvantaged group.

Anyone with a little bit of conscience will always subconsciously sympathize with such people when facing them.

"Dingmiao told me that Zhou Yan is the second most scheming person he has ever seen, second only to Mo Xuanchen, and even I am not his opponent, so when I met him, I kept a secret …”

Ling Luoyu pointed to his eyes and blinked.

"What do you see in my eyes?"

"...What? She's...good-looking??"

"..."

Feng Chenglin said: "Wrong? Then...eyeballs?"

"It's clear! You can see my eyes and even my emotions, but... I can't see through Zhou Yan's!"

"...Zhou Yan?" Feng Chenglin recalled it carefully: "Don't tell me, it's true... Now that I think about it carefully, I'm really a little confused in his eyes!"

Zhou Yan's eyes seemed to be wandering in front of him.

But I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t see clearly.

"Zhou Yan should be proficient in psychological mysticism... He can control people's minds very well, so that you can trust him and be used by him without knowing it... Take you as an example, even I betrayed you Okay, what about others? How much can they bear?"

Feng Chenglin broke into a cold sweat again: "I...I don't think I said anything to you...right?"

To be honest, what Ling Luoyu said was something he was not even sure about.