"Bang!"

Feng Chenglin fell to the ground like a dead dog, motionless.

"Fatty?"

Ling Luoyu suddenly screamed hysterically, flew to the ground, and rushed to Feng Chenglin in three or two steps.

"Brother, how are you? I'm sorry, I've hurt you... But I can't do anything about it. That perverted shadow made me half-death. I finally came out and couldn't find you... Sorry, I'm really sorry..."

Zhenren Changyang narrowed his eyes, slowly looked up at the direction of the barrier, and suddenly shook his sleeves and turned around.

"Let's take it out and take a look first. It seems that there is still a breath to see if it can be saved..."

Although she didn't know the relationship between Ling Luoyu and this guy, judging from their previous interactions, she had a lot of relationships.

At this time, the man's life and death are unknown. Even if she asks Ling Luoyu to continue walking upwards, it will definitely be impossible.

Since that's the case, it's better to give her a favor and let her do it first.

As for what you want to do, you don’t rush to do this.

It is not good for you to be eager for quick success!!

——

When Feng Chenglin woke up, it was already midnight.

The dark surroundings made his consciousness blur for a moment.

I sat up with my arms, and my teeth were so painful.

"It hurts so much..."

Outside, footsteps came.

Listen to the movement, you are an acquaintance.

Sure enough, Ling Luoyu walked in.

She was wearing a long shawl with a loose bun, looking a little depressed.

"Three Young Master?"

He glanced around him and tilted his head in uncertainty.

"Is it that I came out, or... you went in again?"

Ling Luoyu tilted his head: "There is hot tea outside, do you want some?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

So polite?

I'm really not used to it!

As he got up and walked out of the tent, he saw the familiar black tower.

At this moment, consciousness came back completely.

"This is damn..."

Rubbing the back of his neck, he shook his head in extreme discomfort.

"It's really a good start!"

Thinking of something, he suddenly looked at the tent of Changyang Zhenren, curled his lips quietly, and walked towards Ling Luoyu.

"San Young Master, do you have anything to eat? He starved to death... You don't know that little bastard from Shadow..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly turned his head and looked at him.

Feng Chenglin paused and changed his words: "Old bastard!"

“…”

"That old bastard probably really was because he had been too long. He was worried about something wrong with him. He was torture by heaven. If I hadn't been smart and knew how to protect myself, I guess what you see again now would be my body..."

"Is there any difference between you and a corpse now?" Ling Luoyu thrust his lips into his chest.

Feng Chenglin's appearance was much worse than her at that time.

She has an trauma and can at least control it by herself.

Feng Chenglin, not only because the shadow was about to be realistic, actually created dozens of external wounds on Feng Chenglin's body.

Although not fatal, it looks scary.

However, I guess I can't scare Changyang Zhenren.

"I'm pretty good..." Feng Chenglin was stunned and shook his head at Ling Luoyu with a different point of view: "You haven't seen those other people, those who covet the Wrath of Thunder, they are even worse than me..."

Pause and add.

"It's really miserable..."

He is at least just for the show, and what about the others?

He is not as lucky as him, and there is still someone who protects him.

"I guess... the one who stayed inside was already lost at this time..."
Chapter completed!