Princess Against the World

Ling Luoyu slapped him and said: "If you don't believe it, think about it yourself!"

Feng Chenglin was very resistant to it and shook his head: "I don't agree with the aura of this thing. Take it away and stay away from me..."

Seeing it, his toes couldn't help but hurt terribly.

Ling Luoyu was a little curious and wanted to laugh: "Damn fat man, you've had enough... You really have gone too far in your acting. It's just a rope. How can it knock you into shape?"

While talking to him, he threw Crackle into Feng Chenglin's hands.

"Oops..."

Feng Chenglin didn't expect Ling Luoyu to throw it away, so he instinctively raised his hand to catch it.

But when I picked it up, I suddenly thought of the kick I had given to Crackle.

At this moment, he realized that what he was connecting to was definitely not a rope, but a mountain.

In an instinctive reaction, he wanted to withdraw his hand.

But at this time, the crackling was already in his hands.

Subconsciously, he used all his strength to pick it up.

"Aiya, I go……"

Because of the excessive force, Feng Chenglin staggered and threw himself out, falling to the ground with a crackling sound.

Ling Luoyu, who was about to walk towards the cave, turned around when he heard the noise and looked at him with some confusion.

"Damn fat man, don't tell me that you fell down now because the crack was too heavy and dragged you down..."

How could Feng Chenglin still have the time to listen to her teasing? !

He knelt on the ground, holding the crackling in his hands, looking like he had seen a ghost, and didn't even say a word.

"……how can that be possible?"

Just like Ling Luoyu said, the crackling is very close and light. Holding it in your hand is like holding silk, without feeling at all.

But--

How can this be? !

The kick I just gave was clearly like kicking a stone.

He suddenly sat down on the ground and began to take off his shoes.

Ling Luoyu:......

What the hell is this fat guy doing?

"Fat man, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Chenglin had already taken off one of his shoes. The bloody socks made Ling Luoyu's pupils shrink and he put back all his words.

"What are you..."

"Didn't I tell you that I was kicked just now?" Feng Chenglin grinned and pulled off his socks, trembling with pain.

His toenails, three in a row, were all bloodshot and peeling.

Feng Chenglin was very innocent, but also had a puzzled look on his face: "...Look, I didn't lie to you, just now...I really kicked a stone! No, I kicked it on a crackling stone, but that feeling, and... Kicking a stone makes no difference.”

Ling Luoyu suddenly understood something, turned his fingertips, and the soul blade broke out, slashing hard and powerfully on crackling.

But--

"Zheng"

There was a sudden crackle and a trembling sound, and the fire was radiating.

Feng Chenglin, who was kneeling on the ground, yelled "Wow!" and quickly shrank back.

But his face was still touched by the fire, and he jumped up because of the heat.

"Fire, fire, fire..."

He jumped back while slapping his face.

However, he met Ling Luoyu's eyes.

"Do you think it's a roasted pig's head? To return the fire... it's just two drops of sparks!"

Those few sparks left a few small black spots on Feng Chenglin's face.

"Don't worry, your appearance won't be ruined..."

"But it hurts..." Feng Chenglin rubbed his cheeks and wanted to curse: "What the hell is this thing? It's soft for a while and hard for a while..."