dead?

Ling Luoyu smiled even deeper and said, "Fatty, you should say, the people here... can be found alive at that time!!"

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but gasp: "Then..."

Suddenly, he stopped and looked into the distance along her gaze.

It took a long time to sigh.

"Then should we start another... business?"

"...business?" Ling Luoyu was a little confused.

It’s now, what business can be expanded?!

"Buried dead!"

“…”

"Didn't you say that in the past two days, there will be many people...will die? Since they will die, they will definitely need a coffin! They don't want to expose their bodies in the wilderness after they die, right?"

“…”

Feng Chenglin was a little puzzled when he didn't see Ling Luoyu agreeing.

"What's wrong?"

Isn't his suggestion good?

"Fatty..."

"I... said the wrong thing?"

"The idea is commendable, but it is not feasible!"

"...Why?" Feng Chenglin's eyes flashed quickly and shook his head in confusion: "Didn't these people say that these people will have a bloody battle? Since there is a bloody battle, then... there must be dead people. Isn't it just right to do a dead person's business?"

Ling Luoyu patted his shoulder meaningfully, sighed and shook his head: "Fatty, what I'm worried about is that among these people... there are more corpses left!"

“…”

"No one of these people is here to die! They dare to come because they feel that they can get a share of the pie in this game. Even if they can't get a share of it, they can escape without any share!"

Feng Chenglin twitched the corner of his mouth: "So..."

"So, no one will think that your business is feasible, and you will be furious because of your proposal!"

Ling Luoyu looked at him with quite sympathy, smiling.

"Think about it, before people go out, they always have to burn incense and pray, or even take a shower and change clothes to ensure that they can get a good start, but what about you?!"

“…”

"You ask someone to do something about the funeral after you come up... What would you do if it were you?"

Feng Chenglin was a little embarrassed: "This... I naturally want to... be angry, right? But as the saying goes, who can know who is the final winner? I can't guarantee that he will die before he can succeed, right?"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Are you right?

If you have the ability, just come to someone and say "Die before you succeed" to see who died first in the end!!

Feng Chenglin also knew that he was too reluctant to speak: "Well, if this is true, I'm afraid those big guys will slap me to death first!"

A self-deprecating smile.

"So, it's me who died before he succeeds to get out of the army! Forget it, let's stop this matter, let's not mention it..."

He turned over and lay down, looked up at the starry sky, let out a long sigh and sighed.

"San Young Master, tell me the truth... Can we both still walk out of Baobo City? I also blamed me for the crow's words at the beginning, saying that this place was like a coffin... It's not guaranteed, it's a coffin. Look, how many people died in Gu Lan..."

He didn't hear Ling Luoyu speak, and he sighed again, his eyes glanced at her sideways.

"Are you... the third young master?"

Ling Luoyu frowned and looked ahead.

Feng Chenglin sat up slowly and looked along her gaze: "Three Young Master?"

What are you looking at?

Looking again, you can't see the thunderous anger!
Chapter completed!