Princess Against the World

Ling Luoyu's eyes were slightly cold, and the corners of her lips faded into amusement: "If you listen to me, don't mess with the four of them!"

Fatty Feng curled his lips in disdain: "Is it because they look like uncles, as if someone owed them money and didn't pay them?!"

Who wouldn't know how to pretend to be cool! ?

But pretending to be a gangster is not necessarily a gangster!

What can't be messed with? !

Ling Luoyu's smile deepened: "If you don't believe it, go and provoke him and see what the consequences will be!"

Feng Chenglin was frightened by Ling Luoyu's fooling him, so he couldn't help turning his head to look at her.

"Third Young Master, are you fooling me again..."

Ling Luoyu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and went to get her own equipment.

Feng Chenglin consciously found a new level for himself.

"They didn't offend me, why should I provoke them?!"

Muttering in his mouth, he put his backpack on his back, and took a last look at the four people, but met a pair of rather hostile eyes.

In an instant, a never-before-seen awe-inspiring chill enveloped his body, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body was gloomy and cold, it seemed that even the cracks in his bones were emitting cold air.

What's more terrible is that the horror spread from the bottom of his heart to his soul in an instant, giving him the illusion of facing the evil and murderous god.

This feeling tore his soul and plunged him into the endless abyss of hell.

Almost at the same time, Yuan An noticed something abnormal in the air!

What a powerful mental force!

Looking up in horror, he saw Feng Chenglin's pale face.

Intuitively, before he had time to think, he suddenly pushed a hand on his shoulder.

"Wind into a forest!"

Fatty Feng staggered, and shivered tremblingly all over his body.

With this shock, he suddenly woke up and turned to look at Yuan An.

"What's wrong with me?"

Yuan An's face paled: "It's nothing, you just lost your mind!"

He didn't dare to tell Feng Chenglin the truth, lest it arouse his panic.

At the same time, Ling Luoyu looked at Mo Xuanchen with reproachful eyes.

She also felt that spiritual force.

And this mental power comes from this seemingly innocent and indifferent man.

What kind of monster is this monster doing? !

Mo Xuanchen still had that indifferent look, but the eyes that met her had a momentary brilliance.

Ling Luoyu instantly understood the deep meaning in his eyes.

This evildoer is jealous! ! !

It was because of his bitterness that Feng Chenglin was so close by himself!

She withdrew her gaze speechlessly, and looked at Feng Chenglin sympathetically.

Along the way, I'm afraid the fat man will suffer some crimes!

Feng Chenglin didn't know what was going on with him, but he knew that he must have something to do with that black-faced man.

Could it be that their complaints just now were heard by them? !

He couldn't help but feel a little sad!

With his mysterious soul cultivation base, he is definitely a character who walks sideways in the capital.

Because among the young talents, except for Ling Luoyu, no one suppressed him anymore.

But now it's good!

In this bloody place, even if he is a grandson, he can be crushed at will!

But when he saw those men in black, his heart was much more balanced.

Isn't the cultivation level above Xuanshen also being yelled at by others?

His mysterious soul was crushed, what face would he lose? !

After talking about Ah Q, Fatty Feng's mood improved a lot.

When he met Ling Luoyu, he didn't talk about what happened just now.

Because he was afraid that Ling Luoyu would make trouble for those people in order to stand out for him.

It doesn't matter if he suffers a little bit, but if he makes his brother suffer, it's his fault!