Princess Against the World

"Since you want to die in misery and enjoy yourself, should I make it happen for you?"

Ling Luoyu was still just teasing and not helping, which made Feng Chenglin feel more relaxed.

——If these little bugs were really life-threatening, she would have rushed over to help instead of standing there and making sarcastic remarks.

From this it can be seen that these little bugs should be killed.

But Dingmiao couldn't stand it any longer: "Miss Ling, if we have anything to say, can we wait for a while? Even if you scold us, you have to have priorities, right? We are all going to be eaten now..."

As he spoke, he walked as far as possible towards Ling Luoyu.

"They only drink your blood and won't eat your flesh. Don't worry, you won't die if you drink a little blood!"

Dingmiao: "..."

Not even if you don’t die!

Blood can’t be drunk casually! ?

"Miss Ling, if there is no blood, my brain will not work well. Then if you want to open the box in the Treasure Box Temple, you may not be able to remember it!"

"Oh?" Ling Luoyu's eyes slightly faded with amusement: "What, do you know how to open that box?"

"……have no idea……"

"Then you still say?"

"I don't know for the time being, but that doesn't mean I won't know forever. It's something created by our Miao family. Anyway, I'm the one most likely to open it..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Luoyu suddenly appeared in front of him, raised his hand, and a touch of white powder instantly hit his face.

Before he could react, he was sprayed all over.

Dingmiao was still talking, but he couldn't escape in time, and even his mouth was sprinkled with some.

He was horrified in his heart and vomited loudly: "Bah, bah, bah, what is this?"

A salty taste spread in the mouth.

His expression suddenly changed: "Is this... salt?"

Otherwise, how could any white medicine be so lethal?

Ling Luoyu said nothing, raised his hand again, and sprinkled white powder on Feng Chenglin.

Wherever the white powder passes, small black bugs scatter away instantly.

But there were still many little bugs rushing up one after another.

"Do it yourself!"

Ling Luoyu threw a salt bag over.

"Put this salt on the wound..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

To rub salt into the wound? !

Isn't this torture?

Dingmiao's face darkened instantly: "Ling...Miss Ling..."

Feng Chenglin's hand is better, but he has half an arm!

If only this were sprinkled with salt! ?

I can’t even imagine Dingmiao!

Ling Luoyu glanced sideways: "These little bugs are somewhat similar to leeches, but they are mutants, so they are more powerful than them and can hurt people... However, it is their nature to be afraid of salt, so it is best to restrain them with salt. Way!"

Seeing Feng Chenglin and Dongmiao's hesitant expressions holding salt bars, they immediately rolled their eyes.

"Anyway, for now, I know this method. If you believe it, use it. If you don't believe it... I can't help you. Use it if you like!"

Holding the torch, she turned around leisurely and walked away.

Feng Chenglin and Dingmiao couldn't help but look at each other——

"Do you need it?"

"use!"

The two cheered each other up, gritted their teeth and sprinkled salt on the wounds.

Feng Chenglin was okay and was shaking all over in pain, but Dingmiao was like a slaughtered pig, howling incessantly.

"ah……"

When salt hits the wound, it's a heart-wrenching pain.

However, as the wound was covered with salt, those little black bugs stopped rushing up crazily.