Princess Against the World

Could it be that God...

Can you really understand what he is saying? !

Isn’t this nonsense! ?

But then, Ling Luoyu followed his gaze to the sky and frowned.

"Fat man, continue to scold?"

"...Huh?" Feng Chenglin suspected that he heard wrongly: "Third Young Master, what did you say?"

"Continue...swearing!!"

"Third Young Master, you took the wrong medicine? What are you scolding? Are you scolding him?" Feng Chenglin raised his finger and pointed at the sky, feeling like an idiot.

Who knew that Ling Luoyu's answer would ruin his outlook on life.

"Yes, I just asked you to scold him. Didn't you have a great time scolding him just now? Keep going, don't stop!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Is this little girl serious? !

Licking his lips, he looked at the sky again.

"Third Young Master, tell me...if I continue to curse, will he strike me to death with a thunderbolt?!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Ling Luoyu's gaze.

"Okay, okay..."

He was instantly frightened.

"Then, then, you have to protect me..."

Licking his lips again, he adjusted his mood, pointed his right hand towards the sky, and cursed.

"You, you are a pervert, you have a heavy taste, you have a cramp in your head...old guy! Tell me, when other gods become gods, they use human beings to offer sacrifices. They always choose young and beautiful ones, who can pinch water. Little girl here...but look at these things you picked, what are they?"

Lingyu and Xiao Mo stared at him in disbelief, then looked at Ling Luoyu.

They really couldn't figure out what on earth these two people were doing and which scene they were singing?

Before they could think clearly about whether to ask, the sky shook with a "rumbling" sound again.

A bolt of lightning crackled down.

It was exactly where Xiang Feng Chenglin was.

The extreme white light almost blinded everyone.

They only saw a bolt of lightning falling from the sky, and they all subconsciously held their heads to avoid it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Feng Chenglin hugged himself in despair.

It's over, it's over, this time I'm really going to be struck to death by a thunderbolt.

"Kakaka"

Lightning struck the barrier, and sparks jumped.

Feng Chenglin held his head and waited desperately for the lightning to fall on him.

But as I waited, I realized something was wrong.

Calculating the time, I should have been struck to death by lightning long ago.

Slowly, he looked up.

On the outside of the barrier, firelight jumped.

In the jumping firelight, something seemed to be spinning rapidly.

Before he could see clearly, a black light passed through the dazzling white lightning and passed by Feng Chenglin with a "swish" sound.

"Fuck!!"

Feng Chenglin only had these two words to describe his mood at this time.

Then he screamed hysterically.

"Third Young Master, you scared me to death..."

Ling Luoyu's voice came next: "I won't cut you into pieces, why are you scared?"

"The next time you do something, can you say hello first? My hair has been messed up by the soul blade..."

Feng Chenglin roared and grabbed a handful of hair.

As soon as he was caught, his whole body became even worse.

"Holy shit, shit, what did Soul Blade do to me just now? My hair was all broken... Couldn't he have replaced my scalp?"

It was the soul blade that rushed past him just now, almost touching his scalp.

It was because of seeing the Soul Blade that he completely relaxed and was in the mood to joke with Ling Luoyu here.