Chapter 1777: You and I are dead, you can only go to hell

Yu always took a breath, and an unthinkable idea came to his mind and blurted out.

"Did you heal his injury?!"

Ling Luoyu cast his eyes down non-committal: "Forget it!!"

The other three old men looked shocked and unbelievable again!

The three of them managed to regain Yuan Yisu's heart with their joint efforts. She actually rescued Feng Chenglin, who had also broken her meridian, in three days alone? ?

Of course, Feng Chenglin's injury was not as severe as Yuan Yisu, but the injury was the same! !

how come? !

"Miss Ling, this matter...no joke!"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes in discomfort before he finished speaking.

"Old age, am I like this, do you seem to be joking?!"

Lao Qi suddenly raised his hand to stop Yu Lao, and asked in a trembling voice: "Miss Ling...then you can save Yuan Yisu?!"

"No!!!"

"why?!"

"Because I have to wait for my brother to wake up and ask what is going on!"

Ling Luoyu raised his head suddenly and looked at Yuan Yisu with evil eyes.

"If he is worthy of my rescue, then I will never let him die, but if the opposite is the case...I'm sorry, I can't help!!"

Master Qi still had to speak, Ling Luoyu raised his fingertips, made a "hush" gesture, and decisively turned and left.

"Don't try to make me change my decision... All you have to do is to make sure that Yuan Yisu lives for two or three days!"

With Yuan Yisu's injury, there is no sense at all.

Even if he lay down for a year like this, there would not be any pain.

Therefore, Ling Luoyu didn't care if he lay for a few more days before the truth became clear.

——

The chaos.

Feng Chenglin's fingers twitched, and his whole person jumped up instantly.

"Run..."

The high voice suddenly disappeared after meeting a pair of beautiful eyes.

"Three... Three Young..."

He looked around suddenly, only to realize that he was on a grassland, and Ling Luoyu in front of him was sitting cross-legged, reading a book leisurely.

"I...Where am I? Heaven?!" Feng Chenglin touched his heart with a dazed expression.

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "Heaven?! The beauty of thinking!! People like you and me, with blood on their hands, die only in hell!!"

Feng Chenglin also felt the beating of his heart pulse at this time, and he became more confused.

"Then... this is hell?! Looks like it's not bad... the wind is sunny, the sun is pleasant..."

"Fatty Feng, can't you please me if you are so special? Either flying or going to hell... Are you **** expecting me to die all day?!"

"No... if I didn't die, how would I meet you?!"

Feng Chenglin rubbed his head blankly, carefully searching for his last memory.

"I remember at the beginning... we were besieged by a group of people... and then one person appeared, and one move sent us flying! I was watching my blood spurt out with my own eyes..."

He was suddenly speechless, with a kind of wonder in his eyes.

"You don't know how beautiful the scene of blood spraying was...the blood mist spread out and was floating..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Is this guy's head maimed? !

After nine deaths in the ghost gate, he can still express such a beauty!

If you like this beauty, she can unconditionally let Ya's feel it every day! !

Feng Chenglin was still immersed in the memory, but the corner of his eyes caught the look of Ling Luoyu's eyes that looked like an idiot, and he twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled.