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

The fat man pouted disdainfully: "Is it because they have an uncle's face, like someone owes them money and doesn't have to pay it back?!! ”

Who wouldn't be cool and pretend to be an uncle!?

But if you pretend to be like the underworld, you don't necessarily have to be the underworld!

What's not to mess with?!

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

Feng Chenglin was frightened by Ling Luoyu's flickering, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at her.

"Sanshao, are you fooling me again......"

Ling Luoyu didn't bother to pay attention to him and went to get his equipment.

Feng Chenglin consciously found a step for himself.

"People didn't offend me, why should I mess with me?!"

Muttering, he slung his backpack and glanced at the four men one last time, only to meet a pair of hostile eyes.

In an instant, an awe-inspiring chill that he had never felt before enveloped his body, making him feel like he was falling into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold, and it seemed that even the cracks of his bones were bubbling with cold air.

What's even worse is that the horror spreads from the bottom of his heart to his soul in an instant, giving him the illusion of facing the yin and killing gods.

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

Almost at the same time, Yuan An sensed an anomaly in the air!

What a powerful mental power!

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

Intuitively, he didn't have time to think, and suddenly pushed a hand on his shoulder.

"Wind into a forest!"

The wind fat man staggered under his feet, and shivered with excitement all over his body.

It was this shock that suddenly came to his senses and seemed to turn his head to look at Yuan An.

"What's wrong with me?"

Yuan An's face turned slightly pale: "It's okay, you're just out of mind!" ”

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

At the same time, Ling Luoyu's disgusted gaze looked at Mo Xuanchen.

She also felt that spiritual power.

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

What kind of demon is this demon doing?!

Mo Xuanchen was still that indifferent, but he just met the light of her eyes, but there was a moment of brilliance.

Ling Luoyu instantly understood the deep meaning in his eyes.

This demon is jealous!!

He was so close to himself in the sour way!

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

Along the way, I'm afraid that the fat man will suffer a little crime!

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

Didn't they hear their complaints just now?!

He couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart!

With his cultivation of the Xuan Soul, he is definitely a sideways character in the capital.

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

But now it's good!

In this ghost place, even if he is like a grandson, he can be crushed by others at will!

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

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

He was crushed by a mysterious soul, what kind of face did he have?!

After I got a little bit of it, the mood of the fat man was much better.

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

Because he was afraid that Ling Luoyu would find trouble with those people in order to stand up for himself.

It doesn't matter if he suffers a loss, but if he causes his brother to suffer, it's not his!