Princess Against the World

"Snapped!"

Feng Chenglin fell to the ground like a dead dog, motionless.

"Fat man?"

Ling Luoyu suddenly screamed hysterically, flew to the ground, and rushed to Feng Chenglin in a few steps.

"Brother, how are you? I'm sorry, it's all me who hurt you... But there's nothing I can do about it. That perverted shadow killed me half to death. I just came out with great difficulty, and I can't find you at all... ...I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

Master Changyang's eyes narrowed, he slowly raised his head to look at the direction of the barrier, and suddenly turned around with his sleeves swung.

"It's better to take it out first and take a look. It looks like you're still breathing. Let's see if we can save it..."

Although she didn't know the relationship between Ling Luoyu and this guy, judging from their previous interactions, they had a close relationship.

At this time, the man's life or death was unknown, so even if she wanted Ling Luoyu to continue walking up, it would definitely be impossible.

In this case, it is better to give her a favor and fulfill her first.

As for what I have to do, I am not in a hurry.

Being eager for quick success is not good for yourself! !

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When Feng Chenglin woke up, it was already midnight.

The dark surroundings made his consciousness blurry for a while.

He sat up with his arms supported and gritted his teeth in pain.

"It hurts..."

Outside, there was the sound of footsteps.

From what he heard, he was an acquaintance.

Sure enough, Ling Luoyu walked in.

She wore a long rag shawl, her hair was in a loose bun, and she looked a little slumped.

"Third Young Master?"

Glancing around, he tilted his head uncertainly.

"Did I come out, or... did you go in again?"

Ling Luoyu tilted his head: "There is hot tea outside, do you want some?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

So polite?

I’m really not used to it!

Getting up and walking out of the tent, he saw the familiar black tower.

At this moment, consciousness finally came back.

"This damn..."

Rubbing the back of his neck, he shook his head in extreme discomfort.

"It's really aggressive!"

Thinking of something, he suddenly looked at Changyang Zhenren's tent, pouted his lips calmly, and walked towards Ling Luoyu.

"Third Young Master, is there anything to eat? I'm starving...you don't know that little bastard Shadow..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly turned his head and glanced at him.

Feng Chenglin paused and changed his words: "Old bastard!"

"..."

"That old bastard is probably because he has been alone for too long and is worried about something. He is torturing me. If I hadn't been smart and knew how to protect myself, I guess what you would see now would be my body. …”

"Is there any difference between you and a corpse now?" Ling Luoyu pressed her lips against his chest.

Feng Chenglin looked much worse than she did then.

She suffered a trauma, and at least she could control it herself.

Feng Chenglin, not only because Shadow wanted to be realistic, but also caused dozens of external wounds on Feng Chenglin's body.

Although not fatal, it looks scary.

However, it is estimated that Changyang Master cannot be frightened.

"I'm pretty good..." Feng Chenglin was speechless and shook his head pointedly at Ling Luoyu: "You haven't seen those other people, those who covet the Wrath of Thunder. They are better than me. Even worse..."

After a pause, he added.

"It's really miserable..."

At least this is just for show, but what about the others?

He is not as lucky as him, and there is still someone to protect him.

"I guess... the ones that were left inside have been damaged by about 77% by now..."