Chapter 4789: Play this set again

Zhao Xing looked at the puppets around him, his lips twitched fiercely.

Feng Chenglin moved his muscles and bones, but didn't even aim at him: "If there is an eye from the sky, it will kill you first, smash you, and punish others for not being able to enter the soil for safety, and it has caused so many lives..."

Zhao Sheng quietly looked at Ling Luoyu and saw that she was facing away from him, and Feng Chenglin was in the concentrating outer pit, so he moved cautiously to the side, trying to wait for an opportunity to flee.

just--

"If I were you, I won't run away..."

Feng Chenglin slowly raised his head, as if looking at an idiot, and smiled badly: "Don't you feel that you are already the turtle in the urn?"

Zhao Sheng's footsteps suddenly stopped, only then did he realize that something was a bit wrong——

A few of them were killing here, and the flute sounded melodiously. How come no outsider came to help! ?

And the strange thing is that he didn't even hear any sound from outside.

like--

They seem to be in a separate world!

"What...what's going on?" Zhao Sheng roared, pressing the wound with his hand and rushing to the outside. Along the way, many puppets flew away.

Feng Chenglin looked at his back, shook his head, and continued to dig his own pit.

"Here's someone who just wants to die! It's no wonder that he will be so embarrassed..."

In the corner of his eye, he saw Ling Luoyu's hand walking around Liao Ao.

"Fuck...Isn't it, San Shao, do you... have such a heavy taste?"

At this time, Liao Ao had black patterns all over his body.

The venom spread along his blood vessels and has filled his entire body.

Especially on his face, the black blood flowing out along the seven orifices was even more hideous and terrifying.

Ling Luoyu's fingers retracted from Liao Ao's heart: "He has a pulse, a heartbeat, and a breathing... Moreover, under the erosion of toxins, his internal organs are slowly decay and disappear... Fatty, this guy and other puppets. It's all different!"

"It's just different! Otherwise, the Lord would not treat him like that..." Feng Chenglin shoveled down and threw the dirt away: "I said, or let's give him the entire coffin and just bury it like this... Isn't it a bit too unkind?"

"Coffin?" Ling Luoyu thought of something.

"I think we met Liao Ao after all, and it is considered fate. This is justified and reasonable. We should make a coffin for him so that he can have a place to live, so as not to squeeze disgustingly with such a group of stiff puppets. Together, what do you think, the third master..."

Feng Chenglin mumbled and turned his head, but suddenly petrified.

"Three young masters?"

In the entire enchantment, apart from him and that stupid Zhao Sheng, there was not half a gasping person.

"Isn't it? Playing this set again..."

He looked at the half-dug pit, and threw the shovel a little discouraged.

"If you leave, you have to say something... My pit, is it digging or not? If it is digging, how big is it? Adding a coffin..."

The complaint is not over yet, the scenery in front of me suddenly changes, and the face of nihility is immortal.

"Mr. Wind!"

"What's the matter?" Feng Chenglin wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Where is the third young master? How come back suddenly?"

Void lipped at Feng Chenglin's back: "Hey..."

Feng Chenglin turned around suspiciously, only to find that Ling Luoyu was circling the stone beast.

"Three young masters, what are you doing?"