"call!"

The reappearance of the three figures interrupted Dingmiao's words.

He was energetic: "It's us..."

The phantoms of the three of them stood there studying the heart of the formation.

Not long after, Feng Chenglin seemed to have discovered something, and hesitated to leave.

"Fatty..."

Ling Luoyu walked side by side with him, followed his line of sight, but saw nothing.

At this time, the heart of the formation, still only folded out the three of them.

As for what Feng Chenglin saw, he probably only knew it.

At this time, Feng Chenglin looked like a ghost, suddenly turned around and ran away.

"Fatty..."

Ling Luoyu instinctively grabbed his arm.

I thought it was a scratch from the void, but I knew it, but I actually caught his arm.

At the same time, Feng Chenglin shouted.

A rush of warmth came from Ling Luoyu's palm, dripping with blood, splashing all over her.

Dingmiao also made a move right now, grabbing Ling Luoyu, and violently pulling.

"boom!"

Feng Chenglin ran into Ling Luoyu, the two fell into the arms of Dingmiao at the same time, and the three fell into a ball.

In an instant--

"Ding!"

The heart fell to the ground with a crisp crashing sound.

"Fatty..."

Ling Luoyu put Feng Chenglin away, pointed his finger like flying, and touched his left arm, stopping the gurgling blood.

"Three Masters..."

Fengcheng Linyou grabbed her wrist, full of shock.

"Am I... dead or alive? Is it really an illusion?"

"What do you mean?"

Ling Luoyu pulled open his sleeves with one hand, his whole body trembled in pain, and he lay completely limp on the ground.

"I fuck...it hurts like this, I'm definitely not dead, I'm still alive..."

Sighing, he couldn't believe he looked around, grinning in pain.

"I thought I would just explain this in my life..."

Dingmiao looked at the two **** people, and then looked at the formation heart in an incredible way, and picked it up slowly.

"It is also true and illusion... alternate between false and true... this... how is this possible?!"

Ling Luoyu stared at Feng Chenglin's wound, and didn't care about Dingmiao's muttering: "Fatty, how did you hurt this?"

Just now, she just tried to rescue him, and didn't care how he was injured at all.

Looking closely at the wound now, my instinct is wrong.

His wound was like being torn apart by something.

The wound started from the shoulder to the direction of the elbow, the edge of the cut was irregular, and the flesh and blood rolled to the sides.

Feng Chenglin shook his head, his eyes blurred: "San Shao, to be honest, I still don't know until now, what kind of ghost hurt me..."

He got up suddenly, but was involved in the laceration on his arm, groaned in pain, and lay down again.

"Do you remember the eyes I told you about?"

"eye?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes shrank and he applied medicine to bandage him.

"You are telling me that the eyes bit you and tore you like this!?"

"Yes"

Feng Chenglin recalled what happened at the time, but he felt a bit of a chill inexplicably, and shuddered.

"At that time...you two were not studying that iron bump. When I was a rascal, I saw those eyes again, so I thought about going over to see what was going on... But I didn't expect it. As soon as I got there, I saw that eye..."

There was a pause, and he licked his lips, obviously a little afraid.

"The eyes suddenly enlarged and turned into a big mouth...bite me!!"