Chapter 241: The wicked still need the wicked to grind

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes and said: "People are not forbidden to eat meat, it just says that the food is mainly light, and one meat in ten days! Just your fat, eating less can starve you to death?"

"Hunger can never die, but it's so gluttonous..."

For a person like Feng Chenglin who has no meat and dislikes, forbidden meat is definitely more torment than cutting his meat.

As the two murmured, three figures flashed into the grotto.

"Well, this is where you two live. Let's take a break and have dinner at noon!"

While talking, the brown-robed disciple who led the way turned and left.

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin looked at the two people at the door with big eyes and small eyes.

These two people are definitely the cutest height difference!

The figure on the left hand side is like a huge tower, with strong muscles and dark complexion. He poked at the door, blocking most of the light.

And the people around him seemed to be more than one meter tall, if it weren't for that face and beard, he would have thought it was a minor child.

After looking around, Ling Luoyu noticed something strange.

The facial features of the two are very similar.

They all have piercing eyes, tall noses, thick lips, especially the beard on that face, they are exactly the same.

The black tower man turned his gaze around, looked at the middle futon, strode over, kicked the back basket above.

"Brother, you are here!"

This location is facing the door, with good lighting and ventilation, making it a perfect location.

Originally Ling Luoyu occupied the futon, but he knew it was kicked away.

The dark tower man kicked her back basket, not to mention, and threw the baggage that Feng Chenglin had put on another futon with one hand.

"Big brother, I will sleep next to you, let's brothers together!"

Feng Chenglin's expression changed, and Fang Yao stepped forward to theorize, but was dragged by Ling Luoyu.

"Forget it, it's not living for a lifetime, where is it not sleeping?!"

She smiled and picked up the baggage and the back basket, pulling Feng Chenglin towards the inside.

Du Kongli was full of schadenfreude: "The wicked still need to be grinded by the wicked. This time I met the assassin, don't you dare to provoke it?"

Ling Luoyu smiled evilly, "I dare not provoke him, but I dare provoke you...Would you like to try?"

Du Kongli's smile abruptly converged, and he shut up angrily.

Still no need!

As soon as Ling Luoyu put down the package, two people walked into the door one after another, one with white clothes and long hair, his face pale and bloodless, and he looked sickly.

The other was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, but with a mature and unsmiling face and a thin body.

The corners of Feng Chenglin's mouth twitched: "What's this? Small, sick, idiot... Isn't Lundao Academy a top-notch academy? How can we still accept these messy people?!"

The eyes of everyone seemed to be contemptuous.

Ling Luoyu moved to the side, with an expression of "I don't know him".

Please! !

Fatty, you are too fat to look down on others! ?

Judging from the cultivation level of these people, except Feng Chenglin and Du Kongli, everyone is above the Xuanba Eighth Layer.

It's not bad if people don't look down on you, but are you still looking down on others?

Just ask, why do you look down on others?

Is it because of your fat body! ?

It happened that Feng Chenglin didn't realize this.

"What are you looking at? Did you say something wrong? Look at you, there is no such thing as an elite talent? In this room, except for the three young masters, none of you are qualified to enter here..."

Ling Luoyu really wanted to slap him.

She is here to calm down, but he is afraid that the world will not be chaotic and push her to the cusp of the storm.