Li Jiajia didn't expect that such a thing would happen, and Chen Feng held it up with one hand in surprise.
She grabbed Chen Feng's hand, her beautiful eyes full of disbelief and panic: "Chen...Chen Feng, what are you doing?"
She squeezed out a tender and bitter smile, and looked sad: "Chen Feng, what happened? You can tell me, why are you..."
"You're not her."
"Chen Feng, what are you talking about!" Li Jiajia spoke in a panic, his eyes full of anxiety: "I am not who? Who else can I be if I am not Li Jiajia? Chen Feng, what are you talking about?"
"Let me go, let us say what you have to do, what are you doing! Chen Feng!" Li Jiajia patted Chen Feng's arm, his eyes full of pain, and tears slid down his cheeks, like beads with broken threads, like beads
.
Facing the accusation between the crying Li Jiajia and her, Chen Feng did not look soft at all.
"Fake is fake after all."
"What a fake, really, Chen Feng, please let me go, otherwise I'll be really angry!"
Li Jiajia stared at Chen Feng with red eyes, and the sadness in her eyes was about to overflow.
"Is that true?" Chen Feng sneered, and with a "click", Li Jiajia tilted her neck and stared at her eyes, and she was incredibly dead.
He threw Li Jiajia in his hand on the ground like throwing garbage, and a hint of disgust flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.
He didn't expect that the old man could actually transform into such a scene. Chen Feng was excited the moment Li Jiajia appeared, but then he calmed down again.
Li Jiajia could not have appeared here at all. Chen Feng was quite dissatisfied with the old man borrowing her body.
Looking at Li Jiajia's body on the ground, Chen Feng left straight away. However, the moment he pushed open the door, he was dizzy.
Before he could react, his eyes turned dark and then he lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, Chen Feng found that he had returned to the tenth floor.
The old man standing in front of him was a boiling pool with bubbles rumbling. The blood-red pool water was rumbling and emitting a bloody smell.
Chen Feng looked at the old man without saying a word, and the old man didn't care.
He walked over with a smile, his eyes filled with appreciation of Chen Feng: "Young man, you are very good."
The old man wanted to pat Chen Feng on the shoulder, but he hid in the sideways. He was not angry that his hand was lost.
Instead, he praised Chen Feng: "Young people are always alert, this is a good thing."
Then the old man pointed to the blood pool beside him and spoke: "This is the baptism of the blood pool."
Chen Feng stared at the surging blood pool, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable. He always felt that the baptism of the blood pool should not be like this.
This blood pool emits a smell of blood, as if he was really gathered together with human blood.
If the War tribe really baptized with such pool water, it would be too bloody.
"Young man, what are you hesitating?" The old man's words interrupted Chen Feng's thoughts.
He pointed to the blood pool and spoke: "Go, this is a great fortune."
As he said that, the old man sighed, looking regretful: "It's a pity that he was taken away by you. The young people in this clan are all inferior in their skills after all."
The old man shook his head, his figure flickered a few times with his head on his back, and disappeared from here directly.