"Hoo!"
The reappearance of the three figures interrupted the talk of Ding temple.
His whole person spirit rises: "it is us..."
The illusions of the three of them stood there studying the heart of the battle.
After a while, fengchenglin seems to have found something and left hesitantly.
"Fat man..."
Ling Luoyu walked with him side by side, looking along his line of sight, but he didn't see anything.
At this time, the array heart, still just fold out their three figures.
As for what Feng Chenglin saw, he was the only one who knew.
At this time, the wind into the forest, but like a ghost in general, suddenly turned around and ran.
"Fat man..."
Ling Luoyu instinctively grabs his arm.
Originally thought it was a void grasp, who knows but actually caught his arm.
At the same time, Feng Chenglin yelled.
A warmth came from Ling Luoyu's palm, blood dripping and splashing all over her.
Ding temple at this time also you to hand, seize Ling Luoyu, forcefully pull.
"Bang!"
Feng Chenglin bumps into Ling Luoyu. They fall into the arms of Ding temple at the same time, and the three fall into a group.
In an instant --
"Ding!"
The heart of the array fell to the ground, making a crisp crash sound.
"Fat man..."
Ling Luoyu put fengchenglin in place and pointed to Rufei. He pointed to his left arm and stopped the gurgling blood.
"San Shao..."
Feng Chenglin you grabs her wrist, full of shock.
"I am Dead or alive? Is it really an illusion? "
"What do you say?"
Ling Luoyu opened his sleeve with one hand, and his whole body trembled with pain, and lay on the ground completely paralyzed.
"Shit I'm sure I'm not dead. I'm still alive... "
Sighing, he couldn't believe it. Looking around, he grinned in pain.
"I thought that's what I've done in my life..."
Ding temple looks at two people like blood man, and then looks at the heart of the array and picks it up slowly.
"It's true and it's also illusory Alternate between truth and emptiness This How can this be possible? "
Ling Luoyu stares at the wound of Feng Chenglin, and he doesn't have the heart to control the temple and murmurs: "fat man, how did you hurt this?"
Just now she was only concerned about saving him, and she didn't care how he was injured.
Now, if you look at the wound, it's not intuitive.
His wound was like being torn open by something raw.
The wound starts from the shoulder to the elbow. The edge of the wound is irregular, and the flesh and blood roll to both sides.
Feng Chenglin shook his head and his eyes were a little confused: "San Shao, to tell you the truth, I still don't know what kind of ghost hurt me..."
He suddenly got up, but involved in the arm of the laceration, the pain of a stuffy hum, again lay down.
"Do you remember the eyes I told you about?"
"Eyes?"
Ling Luoyu's eyes shrunk and bandaged him with medicine.
"You want to tell me, it was the eye that bit you and tore you up like this!"
“…… It is... "
Feng Chenglin thought back at that time, but also inexplicably some evil cold, hit a shiver.
"At that time You two are not studying that iron pimple. When I was a scoundrel, I happened to see those eyes again, so you wanted to go and have a look at it and see what was going on But I didn't expect that as soon as I got there, I saw that eye... "
After a pause, he licked his lips and was obviously afraid.
"The eyes suddenly grew bigger and became a big mouth Bite me
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