Princess Against the World

Feng Chenglin also said the same thing: "Why should I hit you? Don't you know?"

"Mr. Feng, you, what are you doing?" Zhuge Dali became more and more aggrieved. He looked at the blood all over his body and sighed: "I didn't mess with you anyway, why did you hit me? Why did you hit me? Vomiting blood?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Is this guy really fake?

It doesn't look like he's lying!

He looked at Ling Luoyu calmly: "Third Young Master, tell me, why did you beat him?"

Ling Luoyu rolled her eyes at him: "Why did you hit someone, you ask me?"

Feng Chenglin's heart suddenly became clogged.

Why did he hit people?

Can you still tell the truth?

Just when I was about to speak,

Zhuge Dali's expression became dull again, motionless.

This time, everyone else had experience.

Especially Feng Chenglin, who was the closest, reacted almost instantly.

"here we go again!!"

As he spoke, he waved his fist fiercely, and with the majestic power of a beast, he hit Zhuge Dali hard.

Almost at the same time, red threads popped out of Zhuge Dali's mouth again.

Unfortunately, Hongsi was fast and Feng Chenglin's reaction was faster.

Just when those red threads floated out of Zhuge Dali's mouth, his iron fist also arrived.

"boom!"

An iron fist almost hit Zhuge Dali's mouth.

The red silk that had just emerged did not escape at all, and was all beaten to pieces.

His fist turned into his palm, and Feng Chenglin grabbed the tattered red silk, wrapped it around his hand, and yanked it back.

The red thread is like endless lines, peeling off Zhuge Dali's body bit by bit, bit by bit...

Feng Chenglin pulled out a large section of the old man, but there were still red threads coming out of Zhuge Dali's mouth.

"What the hell is this? Why is it endless?"

Ling Luoyu was also curious, but gave an even stranger suggestion: "...How about lighting a fire?"

"Hey, this is a good idea!" Feng Chenglin was overjoyed. He took out the fire dumplings from his waist and lit them seriously: "Old man, I don't believe I can't burn you to death!"

Ling Luoyu quickly stopped him: "Damn fat man, what are you doing?"

"It's burned...didn't you say that?"

"I'm talking about burning these things, not people... This is the Zhuge family. If you burn him to death, what will happen to his family? Can you spare us?"

"But didn't you just say..."

"I'm talking about burning this thing, not asking you to burn people..."

"..."

Feng Chenglin felt lonely after hearing this.

Burning red silk, but not burning people? ?

The red thread is in Zhuge Dali's body.

If you don’t burn people, how can you burn them?

"Use the expulsion method!" Mo Xuanchen said calmly and calmly on one side: "That thing is alive and afraid of death. If it involves a life crisis, they will definitely do it in order to save their lives. Leaving his host behind and escaping alone..."

Regardless of what the hell the red threads are, judging from the fact that they are conscious, can avoid, and can be injured and "comatose", they are definitely afraid of death.

No matter what it is, as long as you are afraid of death, it will be easy to handle!

Only then did Feng Chenglin understand what Ling Luoyu meant, and he smiled happily again.

"Third Young Master, look at you, why don't you have enough brains when Mr. Mo comes back? Such simple and easy-to-understand words must be said in an unpredictable and profound way, making people unable to guess..."

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes speechlessly: "You don't say that your own brain is flawed and you haven't figured it out. Instead, you say it's my fault? Feng Chenglin, I find that you are becoming more and more shameless now!"