Princess Against the World

Really die!

How dare to be a demon under the eyelids of the two of them!

This guy is either too fateful, or he doesn't open his eyes.

The moment the door opened, a dark figure rushed towards him.

Feng Chenglin reacted quickly, no matter who the opponent was, he punched out and hit the opponent's shoulder.

With a "bang", the black shadow was hit by him and fell over in the yard, motionless.

"Fatty man, what are you doing?" Ling Luoyu's voice came from the front room: "You are merciful, it's a life anyway!"

"Don't worry, I have a count!" Feng Chenglin waved his wrist and walked out hurriedly: "If Lao Tzu wants his life, the beast-like power will burst out. A punch will ensure that his head blooms and his bones are broken. Break..."

But this thief was really unbearable, he just used a little beast-like power, and even if he didn't even have one, the guy lay on the ground, motionless.

"Hey, I almost got it, I don't know, I thought I killed you with a fist!" Feng Chenglin snapped his fingers impatiently, frowned, and stood beside the shadow: "If you want to I'm ruining Lao Tzu's money, I'm going to be rude to you!"

The black shadow lay there, his hair covering his face, still motionless.

Vaguely, Feng Chenglin smelled blood.

"Hey, you guy, you have a lot of drama, have you vomited blood?"

Feng Chenglin said, pulling the shoulders of the black shadow and turning over.

Next second...

"what…"

In the silent night, Feng Chenglin's scream was harsh.

"Three young people, three young people, three young people..."

After shouting, his tone has changed.

Become panicked and helpless.

When Ling Luoyu rushed out of the room, Feng Chenglin was stomping his feet on the spot.

It's like a frightened child, at a loss.

Seeing her, he hurriedly pointed to the black shadow, his eyes panicked: "San Shao, San Shao..."

Ling Luoyu's heart sank suddenly.

In the night, the light was dim, but the black shadow's face was clearly visible.

"Mo...Xuan Chen!?"

The person lying on the ground turned out to be Mo Xuanchen? !

Feng Chenglin couldn't do it anxiously: "You, look at him, he, his whole body is hurt, I, I, I, I dare not move, I dare not touch him..."

Mo Xuanchen's body was covered with wounds cut by the blade, on his cheeks, on the back of his hands, on his body...

It was densely packed, all with finger wounds.

Ling Luoyu didn't know how she ran over. When she returned to consciousness, her hands were pressing on Mo Xuanchen's wrist pulse.

Feng Chenglin looked at her nervously, "What, how?"

"It's not bad…"

Feng Chenglin breathed a sigh of relief and quickly bent down to hug Mo Xuanchen, rushed back to the room, and lit all the lights.

Although there were many wounds on Mo Xuanchen's body, no bones were injured in each of them, and it was not fatal.

"Then, then why is he doing this? He seems to be in a coma?"

"He is exhausted!"

"...Exhausted? The kind of exhausted...Exhausted?" Feng Chenglin opened his mouth unimaginably, looked at Mo Xuanchen, and then at Ling Luoyu: "San Shao, you, are you sure?"

who is he?

He is Mo Xuanchen!

This is an existence comparable to a god.

When will he still be exhausted? !

Ling Luoyu shook his head: "He has no major damage to his whole body. It seems that he has exhausted his strength, and his body has gone into deep sleep to protect itself and repair itself..."