Princess Against the World

"Then I won't drink anymore..."

Before Angkor finished speaking, Ling Luoyu's laughter reached his ears.

"Then the second bowl just now, this is called... Guanhead Soup, okay?"?

Angkor: "..."

He finally understood that these people were just playing with him and having fun.

What kind of decapitation soup, Meng Po soup, bullshit!

Wasn't it just a joke to drag him out of that hellish place?

But... I dare not speak out if I dare to be angry.

Especially after experiencing the feeling of being on the verge of death in the ice and snow, the desire to survive is even stronger.

Before Ling Luoyu could speak again, he knelt at Ling Luoyu's feet with a "pop" sound.

"Girl, I know, you...it doesn't make much sense whether you kill me or not...I'm just a little ant, and I won't lose much to you if I don't die. Why do you have to kill me, right? Even if it’s not guaranteed…my life, can it have any unexpected effect on you?”

"Gululu"

The sound of Feng Chenglin gargling sounded at an inappropriate time, breaking Angkor's desperate cry.

Others turned their heads instantly to look——

"..."

The expressions are different.

Feng Chenglin took a mouthful of water, puffed his mouth, and paused stiffly.

After a while——

"Gudong"

He swallowed it, but choked and coughed.

"No, ahem...what do you want to see me do?"

The looks in their eyes were all unfriendly, and those who looked at them felt terrified.

Looking at Angkor, he understood what everyone meant, and suddenly smiled.

"He cried for his, he begged for his, I... rinsed my mouth, we... don't seem to be touching anything, right?"

Why are everyone looking at him?

It's like he broke some ritual!

He glanced at Ling Luoyu's eyes, raised his brows, and walked over knowingly.

"What kind of fate do you think I have?!"

He sat down at the table, clapped his hands, and signaled the five of them to get up.

"You just said that you are better off alive than dead... To be honest, I really don't think so!"

Angkor's movement to stand up suddenly paused, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly knelt down.

To be honest, it felt like there was still a bit of life in there while I was kneeling there.

If you stand up...if you don't protect yourself, you will die!

"Brother, this matter... I can do it, I'm still very useful..."

Angkor's eyes wandered over several people, trying to find information that would be beneficial to him.

"I know that you will not come to the shrine for no reason. You must be asking for something... Maybe I can be of some use to what you are asking for..."

"You? What role can you play?"

Feng Chenglin crossed his legs, very leisurely.

"Aren't you just a little city guard? To be honest, I really haven't discovered what role you can have..."

"My role is great, I can be your guide...Inner city, outer city, I can basically tell which is right with my eyes closed...I grew up here and have been working for so many years. Guards patrolling the city, no one knows the terrain here better than me. I can take you to many places..."

"Yes!" Feng Chenglin nodded seriously: "That makes sense...it makes sense!"

Turning his head, he looked at the others: "What do you think?"

The old guest with the sword and Jin Daniu had no idea what kind of opera he was singing, and they didn't dare to talk to him randomly. They could only lower their heads in silence and said nothing.