"call!"

The reappearance of three figures interrupted the temple.

He was full of energy: "It's us..."

The phantom of the three of them stood there studying the heart of the formation.

Soon, Feng Chenglin seemed to have discovered something, stood up and left hesitantly.

"Fatty..."

Ling Luoyu walked side by side with him and looked along his sight, but saw nothing.

At this moment, the three of them were still broken.

As for what Feng Chenglin saw, he probably only knows it himself.

At this time, Feng Chenglin suddenly turned around and ran away as if he was a ghost.

"Fatty..."

Ling Luoyu instinctively grabbed his arm.

I thought it was a catch in the void, but I knew it was a real grab on his arm.

At the same time, Feng Chenglin even shouted.

A warm feeling came from Ling Luoyu's palm, blood dripping, splashing all over her.

Dingmiao also took action at this time, grabbed Ling Luoyu and pulled it hard.

"Bang!"

Feng Chenglin bumped into Ling Luoyu, and the two fell into the arms of Ding Temple at the same time, and the three of them fell into a ball.

In an instant—

"bite!"

The center of the formation fell to the ground, making a crisp collision sound.

"Fatty..."

Ling Luoyu put Feng Chenglin down, pointed Rufei, and pointed it on his left arm, stopping the gurgling blood.

"Three Young Master..."

Feng Chenglin You grabbed her wrist with shock.

"Is this... dead or alive? Really an illusion?"

"What do you think?"

Ling Luoyu pulled open his sleeve with one hand, and his whole body trembled in pain, and he lay completely limply on the ground.

"Fuck... I feel so painful. I must not die and still alive..."

Sighing, he couldn't believe it, looking around, grinning in pain.

"I thought I'd just explain it in this life..."

Ding Temple looked at the two people like blood, looked at the center of the formation incredibly, and slowly picked it up.

"It's both true and illusory...there's the alternation of the emptiness and truth...how is this possible?!"

Ling Luoyu looked at Feng Chenglin's wounds and muttered: "Fatty, how did you hurt you?"

Just now, she was just trying to rescue him and didn't care about how he was injured.

Now, looking at the wound closely, my intuition is wrong.

His wound was torn apart by something.

The wound starts from the shoulders and to the direction of the elbow. The edge of the rupture is irregular, and the flesh and blood rolls toward both sides.

Feng Chenglin shook his head, his eyes a little confused: "San Young Master, to be honest, I still don't know what the hell is hurting me..."

He suddenly got up, but he pulled the laceration on his arm, groaned in pain, and lay down again.

"Do you remember the eyes I told you?"

"Eye?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes shrank and he put medicine on him.

"You are going to tell me that it was the eyes that bit you and tear you into this way!"

"……yes……"

Feng Chenglin recalled what happened at that time and felt a little chilled inexplicably, and shivered.

"At that time... you two were not studying that iron lump. When I was a rogue, I happened to see those eyes again. I thought about going over and seeing what was going on... But unexpectedly, as soon as I got there, I saw that eye..."

He paused, and he licked his lips, obviously still a little scared.

"The eyes suddenly became bigger, turned into bloody mouths... biting me!!"
Chapter completed!