"Big brother, you promise, don't let me bother you," Zhao Lingwu said with a pale face of despair.

A sentence of eldest brother shocked the heart of the laughing lion, this was the first time Zhao Lingwu called her, the laughing lion listened to the honorific title, shook his head resolutely, and disagreed.

Zhao Lingwu looked at these people who fell into the well miserably, sighed helplessly, and said dyingly: "Big brother, you just agree, I can't affect you, anyway, I am a person who doesn't love anyone, no one loves me, no one cares about me, and it's useless for me to live." ”

The eyes of the laughing lion were full of unwillingness, and he looked at a few clamoring monks, and nodded helplessly, as if he was more than ten years old in an instant.

Zhao Lingwu saw the nod of the laughing lion, and nodded miserably, anyway, he is an excluded person, and he is estimated to be happy when he leaves, but he thinks of Feng Chenyu's appearance, and thinks of Feng Chenyu's half a year with him.

Zhao Lingwu's left eye with bloody tears, and blood-like tears flowed, and the bright red blood flowed down the corners of Zhao Lingwu's eyes drop by drop, as if she was responding to the mood at the moment.

"Thank you, thank you, give me the most warmth, thank you, let me taste the taste of being loved", this is Zhao Lingwu's most beautiful thoughts, Nangong Oude's eyes were full of pride, happily touched Zhao Lingwu's chin, raised his head with his fingertips, and looked at Zhao Lingwu's eyes.

At that second, Nangong Oude saw the despair and relief in Zhao Lingwu's eyes, which was a very complicated emotion.

Nangong Oude said sincerely: "Don't worry, you follow me well, I will take you well."

There was no trace of brilliance in Zhao Lingwu's eyes, and even if Nangong Oude touched his chin, he was helpless.

"Release your claws, or I'll kill you", a low, angry voice rang out from the back of the crowd.

Nangong Oude was surprised, and turned around, wanting to see if it was the guy who didn't want to die and dared to contradict him like this.

In the crowd, everyone made way for the person who shouted, and no one wanted to be implicated.

The laughing lion who was slumped on the ground also looked curiously at the voice.

At the back of the crowd, an ordinary middle-aged man shouted angrily.

The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot, and his hair danced like a madman.

The laughing lion in front saw at a glance that this person was Feng Chenyu.

Feng Chenyu looked at Nangong Oude on the stage with an expression that he had never seen before, those eyes were no longer as clear as before, and some were just infinite killing intent.

The laughing lion on the side was shocked, this was the first time he had seen Feng Chenyu show such an expression, this expression was simply the expression of the devil.

The cool raindrops hit Feng Chenyu's head, and they actually emitted a trace of clear smoke, and then evaporated

Feng Chenyu held the Guan knife tightly in his hand, and a burst of green smoke came out of his palm.

Feng Chenyu's feet began to move, and he walked towards Nangong Oude above, a total distance of ten or so steps, and it was estimated that he could walk over in tens of seconds, but Feng Chenyu walked very slowly.

With a bang, the floor tiles under my feet cracked.

Two steps, with a bang, emitted a shocking aura.

After three steps, some people began to be unable to breathe, as if there was a peerless beast walking in the middle, oppressing their chests.

Four steps, unspeakably domineering, actually stunned some thin monks, and couldn't bear the aura and fainted.

Five steps, the raindrops kept falling on his body, constantly evaporating, like a steam engine.

Six steps, centered on this person, all of them began to fall, and all but a few of them were determined to collapse, and all of them collapsed to the ground.

In seven steps, the muscles on the body are like a red-hot soldering iron, and the whole body becomes a red-hot shape, and the red muscles bloom outward.

In eight steps, the iron-like muscles on the body burst out instantly, the whole body continued to expand, and the muscles burst out of the blood vessels were clearly visible.

Nine steps, this person is only one step away from Nangong Oude on the stage

The laughing lion is now sitting on the ground limply, panting heavily, the scene just now, like the destruction of the magma eruption in the world, the laughing lion feels that his breathing is extremely heavy, like a thousand pounds of stones on his chest.

The fat man who fell into the well just now, Guangliang, has now fainted with fright, and his body is like a dead dog, motionless.

The laughing lion looked at Feng Chenyu, who was extremely angry, and an unspeakable hidden feeling rose in his heart, how could the usually gentle and kind boy become so terrifying, and now the kind of overlord aura he exudes is simply the momentum of killing.

The laughing lion couldn't watch Feng Chenyu go to the stage, he had to hurry up to stop Feng Chenyu, so that nothing could happen.

The laughing lion hurriedly stood up, but found that his feet were as unconscious as mud, and the laughing lion didn't pay attention to any image at the moment, and even ran to Feng Chenyu's side.

Just when his hand touched Feng Chenyu's body, the laughing lion hurriedly came to his hand with a terrifying heat of the ground, and this heat stopped the laughing lion's outstretched hand, and the laughing lion now couldn't help but think in his mind, if his hand touched his body, it was estimated that it would be roasted all of a sudden.

Feng Chenyu, who was in extreme anger at the moment, was in no mood to care what Xiaoshi thought, at this moment he just wanted to kill the kid in front of him now, leaving no one.

Next to the gloomy pavilion, Nangong Yimin touched his fat belly, his eyes were full of shock, and he involuntarily whispered.

"This kid, Ju actually launched the wrath of the phoenix, that chick is so important to him?"

A trace of cold sweat flowed from Nangong Oude's cheeks on the stage, looking at the young man who was only one step away in front of him, Nangong Oude's throat trembled and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

His feet trembled a little involuntarily, the violent domineering, terrifying aura, ordinary people couldn't bear it, and Nangong Oude was only barely able to stand firm in front of Feng Chenyu.

Feng Chenyu's hand that clenched Guan Dao was already holding blood, and he took a step forward without hesitation, facing Nangong Oude in front of him to face him.

Nangong Oude met his eyes, and when he saw those eyes, Nangong Oude saw a fierce killing intent and infinite anger.

Nangong Oude's throat moved, trying to keep his eyes disdainful, looking at the person in front of him, and said defiantly.