Princess Against the World

Ling Luoyu got up to add more firewood and then lay back down.

Nothingness: "Master, is it possible... that you just look at me like this and continue to lie down?"

"Master Changyang is not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"

Anyway, Master Changyang needs her and won't let her die, and Shadow can't just sit idly by.

Going out is just a matter of time.

Now that you have the opportunity to eat some salted fish and enjoy it a little more, why not?

He turned over happily: "Oh, it's a pity that I don't have a mobile phone... Otherwise, how comfortable would it be to watch TV dramas and warm up by the fire?"

Suddenly——

"ah……"

Indistinctly, a man's screams could be heard vaguely.

Immediately afterwards——

"ah……"

Another scream.

Ling Luoyu sat up and listened attentively: "What happened to Shao Huanyang?"

Isn't it?

That was the disciple of the Lord of God. In terms of cultivation, he was far above her. What could happen?

Besides, Master Changyang still needs him as a key to open the barrier of Treasure Box Temple. How could he just watch something happen to him?

Just wondering——

"How are you?"

"Not dead yet, how about you..."

"I'm fine too...skin wounds...where is this place?"

"How the hell do I know?"

"..."

Xuanwu looked very unhappy: "This voice... why does it sound so familiar?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes narrowed: "Doesn't this sound familiar? It's Fatty and Dingmiao!!"

"..."

Amidst the dark "rustling" sound, Feng Chenglin and Dingmiao felt unprecedented panic.

This has nothing to do with life or death, but the fear of darkness bursting out from the heart!

Feng Chenglin lit a torch and gave one to Dingmiao: "I guess that woman is right. Third Young Master is really trapped here..."

Dingmiao glanced at the muddy water all over his body and stamped his feet in hatred: "Damn it, we two can still be tricked!"

"It's not surprising." Feng Chenglin was not as angry as he was: "The person who is plotting against us is someone who can plot against the Third Young Master, so there is no shame in it!"

The sound of "rustling" is getting closer and closer.

Holding the torch and looking around, Dingmiao suddenly heard a strange cry: "What is this?"

Following his line of sight, Feng Chenglin's expression turned ugly: "It looks like... it's something that can kill you!"

The two looked at each other, immediately turned around in tacit agreement, and ran away.

The insect shadow "Shasha" moved quickly and caught up with the two in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, a needle-like pain spread across their skin.

Especially Dingmiao, he screamed in pain: "What the hell is this...insects, they are insects, they are drilling into my wounds..."

What the hell is this?

There was a wound on his arm, which was scratched by a branch when he fell down.

Originally, the wound was not serious, just a layer of oily skin scratched, but now it has become a feast for these little bugs.

They were densely packed and clustered at Dingmiao's wounds, seemingly vying to suck blood.

"What the hell..."

Feng Chenglin rushed over and slapped him regardless of the bugs on his body.

"ah……"

He and Dingmiao shouted at the same time.

Looking again, his palms and Dingmiao's arms seemed to have been blasted by high-pressure iron sand, with small honeycomb-like wounds exploding densely.

And what about those little black bugs?

Safe and sound, unscathed.

Moreover, because of the smell of more blood, they rushed towards the two of them crazily.