Princess Against the World

When he turned around, his smile deepened.

With Ling Luoyu here, what other tricks can the fisherman do?

But her intuition is almost always correct.

Could it be——

Does the fisherman really dare to risk his own life to fight her? !

When the two of them appeared in front of the fisherman again, everything was calm, as if nothing had happened.

"You two, are you ready?"

The fisherman woman sat down, her expression extremely natural.

"If you're ready, let's get started!"

Feng Chenglin moved his arms, sat down opposite her, and said carelessly, "What do I want to do?"

"You don't have to do anything, just relax..."

The fisherman's right hand waved in front of him.

"How many are these?"

A faint medicinal smell was fleeting.

Before Feng Chenglin had time to follow the smell, it had already dissipated.

The fisherman's fingers shook again: "Tell me, how many are these?"

"Five..."

The fisherman's fingers shook again: "How many?"

"Five!"

"several?"

"Five!!"

"several?"

"...five..."

"several?"

"..."

"several?"

"...five...five...five...one..."

"several?"

"……several……"

"several?"

"……several……"

Feng Chenglin's eyes became more and more confused, and his answers also changed accordingly.

An imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of the fisherman's mouth, and she slowly retracted her hand.

When he met Ling Luoyu's eyes again, he said calmly: "Okay, I'm going to start!"

Ling Luoyu made a "please" gesture, turned around and sat down in the chair.

The fisherman nodded in greeting and followed the steps she had just taken to drive away the poison for Li Zhengfeng, step by step.

Darkness hit, and Feng Chenglin's head became drowsy.

His eyes slowly closed, and his consciousness began to drift away slowly.

Very sleepy!

I really want to take a nap!

Go to sleep!

Go to sleep and feel comfortable!

but--

"Fat man!"

A thunderous sound exploded in his mind.

Feng Chenglin's Youdi opened his eyes.

Before his eyes, there was darkness.

"Where is this...?"

Damn it.

What happened?

"Third Young Master?"

Strange, I clearly heard her voice just now!

But what about people?

And, what is this place?

Why is he here?

Shaking his head, he tried to figure out why he was here.

But--

It seemed like something was stuck in his head, blocking all memories of the past.

This feeling is very bad.

I hit my head, trying to wake up.

but--

His hand suddenly froze!

wrong!

wrong! !

He seemed unable to feel the pain of being hit on his head.

But his hand really hit him on the head!

Why no pain?

Not to mention the pain, it’s good to feel something!

Realizing that something was wrong, he suddenly grabbed his hand and pinched it hard.

The feeling in my hand is very fulfilling, but——

But there was no pain at all on my cheek!

"Am I... dreaming?"

Damn, this dream is so real!

It's really scary! !

No, I have to wake up!

Raising his hand, he slapped himself across the face.

"Snapped!"

Crisp and loud.

As expected, there was no pain.

It doesn't hurt, how can I wake up?

Feng Chenglin instantly felt the desire to stab himself.

but--

Where's the knife?

When you're dreaming, don't you just think of whatever comes to mind?