"Puppet King?" Feng Chenglin's steps suddenly paused and looked behind him: "Three Young Master?"

At that moment, Zhao Sheng jumped up and grabbed Liao Ao with one hand.

At the same time, a cold light burst out between his left hand, killing Feng Chenglin.

At this time, Feng Chenglin was still turning his head and looking at Ling Luoyu.

Liao Ao's expression changed a few times in an instant, and he suddenly rushed over, as if he had used all his strength to hit Feng Chenglin, and knocked him back.

'puff!"

Leng Guang passed by Liao Ao's back, and he also groaned, and Feng Chenglin stumbled out and fell into a ball.

After one attack, Zhao Sheng took another move, Leng Guang turned one direction and continued to fight towards Feng Chenglin.

"Oh shit……"

Although Feng Chenglin was suppressed by Liao Ao, his momentum remained unchanged.

With his arms raised, a blue light instantly flew out.

"bite!"

The blue light and the cold light collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Zhao Sheng's face changed instinctively, and he retreated instinctively, but the penetration and speed of the blue light exceeded his imagination.

Before I could set off, the blue light had penetrated my body.

"puff!"

Blood spun out along the blue light.

"Bang!"

Zhao Sheng fell to the ground in a mess, and a small bloody mouth bleed in his left chest.

He quickly pressed the wound with his hands, turned over with difficulty, and alertly faced Feng Chenglin.

Fortunately, Feng Chenglin did not take advantage of the victory and just raised his hand to recall the blue light, and glanced at Zhao Sheng with a wicked smile.

"I said my surname is Zhao, you are so untrustful! Didn't you agree to give me a hand and let me go? But now, look..."

He waved his hand and walked around with pride.

"You are the one who is injured, right?"

"Is that true?" Zhao Sheng looked behind Feng Chenglin and smiled as if he was smiling: "It seems that there is more than me, right?"

Feng Chenglin waved his hand disregardlessly, but did not turn around: "Are you talking about Liao Ao? Don't you know that he is the kind of immortal? Not to mention that you gave him a wound, even if you twist his head off, you may not die... right?"

"Fatty!" Ling Luoyu's voice came from behind.

Feng Chenglin's heart was inexplicably turbulent, and he slowly turned around.

Behind him, Liao Ao was lying on the ground, where the broken clothes were gradually turning black, forming a sharp contrast with the fair skin around him.

"He was poisoned!" Ling Luoyu stood in front of Liao Ao, pressing his fingertips around the wound: "Do you know that Zhao Sheng's weapons are poisonous?"

"...I am a dead person, why are you afraid of poison?"

"Some poisons are sealed with blood. If a living person is touched, he will definitely die! But some poisons... are for you like this, right?"

“…”

"I don't know what this poison is, but I can see some effects. Once it is exposed to this poison, it will quickly corrode your body!"

A thin light appeared in Ling Luoyu's eyes, and he looked at Liao Ao with a burning look.

"Even if you have an immortal body like you, it will be corroded at the beginning, right?"

"What does it mean?" Feng Chenglin hurriedly retreated: "San Young Master, you don't mean... this poison is like a maggot in the tarsal bone. Once it is touched, it will never be removed, right? Then...then he..."

Liao Ao's wounds continued to turn black, and the black spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No... Liao Ao, aren't you immortal? Why do you still..."
Chapter completed!