Ling Luoyu slashed at him: "If you don't believe it, think about it yourself!"

Feng Chenglin was very resistant to it and kept shaking his head: "I have different auras from this thing. Take it away and stay away from me..."

Seeing it, his toes couldn't help but hurt so much.

Ling Luoyu was a little curious and wanted to laugh: "Fatty, you've had enough... You've really acted a little too much, just a rope, what can you do?"

While talking about him, he threw the crackling sound into Feng Chenglin's hand.

"Oh..."

Feng Chenglin didn't expect that Ling Luoyu would throw it away as soon as he said that, and instinctively raised his hand to pick it up.

But as soon as I caught it, I suddenly thought of the kick I kicked on.

At this moment, he realized that what he was holding was definitely not a rope, but a mountain.

In his instinctive reaction, he wanted to pull his hands.

But the crackling sound at this time had already reached his hands.

Subconsciously, he used all his strength to pick it up.

"Oh...I'll go..."

Because of the excessive force, Feng Chenglin staggered and rushed out, and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Ling Luoyu, who was about to walk towards the cave, turned around when he heard the movement and looked at him for some unknown reason.

"Fatty, don't tell me that you fell down now because it was too heavy and pulled you..."

Feng Chenglin doesn’t have the heart to listen to her jokes now?!

He knelt on the ground, holding his hands in crackling, with a look of ghosts and not even talking.

“…How is that possible?”

Just as Ling Luoyu said, it was very light and light. When I held it in my hand, it was like holding silk, without any feeling.

But--

How is this possible?!

The kick I just now was clearly like kicking on a stone.

He suddenly sat on the ground and began to take off his shoes.

Ling Luoyu:...

What's going on with this fat man?

"Fatty, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Chenglin had taken off one of his shoes, and the blood-stained socks made Ling Luoyu's pupils shrink, and he took back all the words.

"You are..."

"Didn't I tell you that I just kicked it?" Feng Chenglin grinned and pulled down his socks, trembling all over his body in pain.

His toenails, three in a row, were all congested and stripped.

Feng Chenglin was very innocent and looked puzzled: "... Look, I didn't lie to you. Just now... I really kicked the stone! No, I kicked it on the crackling, but that feeling is no different from kicking it on the stone."

Ling Luoyu suddenly understood something, flipped his fingertips, broke out, and slashed hard and powerfully.

But--

"Zheng"

There was a sudden trembling sound, and fire was shining everywhere.

Feng Chenglin, who was originally kneeling on the ground, shouted "Wow," and hurriedly retreated.

But the fire still hit the face and jumped up hot.

"Fire, fire, fire..."

He slapped his face while jumping backwards.

However, he met Ling Luoyu's gaze.

"Do you think it's a roasted pig's head? It's still hot...it's just two drops of Mars!"

Those few drops of Mars left a few small black dots on Feng Chenglin's face.

"Don't worry, it won't ruin your appearance..."

"But it hurts..." Feng Chenglin rubbed his cheeks and wanted to swear: "What the hell is this? It's soft and hard..."
Chapter completed!