Princess Against the World

"Danger!" Mo Xuanchen in front suddenly said, "This is a unique aura of danger that comes from the very core!"

This feeling is indescribable and even harder to replicate.

"Hey, Mr. Mo, you actually feel like this? What a coincidence, the two of us are in touch with each other." Feng Chenglin didn't look like he was in danger.

It was as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood, and his eyes were bright with happiness.

"It's rare, it's really rare. One day, I, Feng Chenglin, can be on par with you, Mo Xuanchen. We both stand at the same height!"

Ling Luoyu gave him a hard look: "You know he is in danger, but you are still so happy?"

"Danger is danger, happiness is happiness. These are two different things. He is hurting his, and I am happy with mine. What's wrong? Isn't it allowed?"

Feng Chenglin was someone who didn't take danger seriously.

For him, being able to stand at the same height as the legendary Young Master Mo at this moment and here is already an absolute winner in life.

We are all winners in life, so what does it matter whether it is dangerous or not?

unimportant!

"Besides, with you two here, even if there is danger, I will be on the third wheel. With you two here, what should I be afraid of?"

If they encounter a little trash that is not difficult to deal with, the two of them may not take action and just watch him quietly jumping around.

But once things are really dangerous and life-threatening, the two of them will definitely rush forward immediately, and they will rush to the front without hesitation.

Even if there is a certain danger of death, he will never be the first to die.

so what?

What else is he afraid of? !

From a distance, Mo Shiyu opened his arms and faced them.

"You guys are finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Now that you're late, do you have to drink a glass of wine as a penalty?"

Listening to the tone of their conversation, they seemed like old friends they hadn't seen for many years.

Feng Chenglin looked him up and down with interest: "This guy is even more shameless than me. I'm thick-skinned enough. He's more familiar with me than me. I don't know, he thought we'd already We’ve met!”

"If he is the Lord of God, aren't we old acquaintances?"

"..."

Ling Luoyu's words made him feel full of laughter.

"If this is that guy, today we..."

His voice deepened and became a little heavier.

"Can we leave alive today?"

"This is not like your style!" Ling Luoyu smiled: "Are you afraid of death?"

"When did I become afraid of death?"

"If you're not afraid of death, what else are you afraid of?"

"..."

Feng Chenglin said nothing, but gave her a meaningful look.

He is not afraid of death.

The fear is that she will die!

Because according to God's will, she will die because of the God Lord.

If the Mo Shiyu they met at this moment was really the Lord of God...

Then, the outcome of the matter seems to be determined.

Ling Luoyu guessed the meaning in his eyes, smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, I won't die that easily!"

"I'm not……"

"Everyone will die, but it's just that they die early and die later. I am not a god, nor do I have such a long-lived bloodline. For these gods, I am still a flash in the pan, and I will die in the end..."

After all these years, she has accepted her destiny.

Even if he has to die, he must die in a legitimate and vigorous manner.