However, after half a cup of tea, there were no traces of scars on the man's hands, and his skin was smooth, delicate and pale.

Feng Chenglin slowly raised his head, facing the man's eyes, and couldn't help but drew his mouth: "You...that's not bad too! If someone kills you, you can heal very quickly!"

"Yeah, so... it's impossible for me to die!" The man retracted his hand, his eyes were instantly sad: "Do you know? When I first got this ability, I was ecstatic, because I think this It is a gift from God!"

"Isn't it a gift?" Fengcheng said sourly, "Anyone who can have this kind of gift can be met by me. I don't know if it is a gift from God!"

"But when this gift comes and I gradually lose my senses, it will be treated as a punishment from God..."

"Lost feeling?" Feng Chenglin was shocked.

I haven't heard Ling Luoyu say this before!

"As time passed, I found that... my sense of taste, smell, touch, and even... desires, have gradually disappeared!"

Feng Chenglin held back his laugh, pretending to be heavy: "That's terrible!"

Everything else is fine!

This is the most desperate for the disappearance of desire!

"No..." The man seemed to see through Feng Chenglin and shook his head repeatedly: "You don't understand the kind of despair...especially when you are trying hard to get out of trouble and despair, someone is on your head. A brick is pressed up again, so that you will never be able to get rid of the quagmire..."

"Press down a brick? Who?" Feng Chenglin came to his spirits.

The things to be said later are probably the key points!

"That person... won't he be the Lord?!"

The man's expression changed suddenly, and he straightened up suddenly.

"You...how would you know..."

"Guess!!" Feng Chenglin interrupted him and waved his hand indifferently: "You are so nervous, using your tail to guess something like this, and you can guess something... You think! What can you do now? Hundred Poison Soup, that is definitely not an ordinary person! It can make you, an extraordinary person desperate, that person must be very powerful..."

He suddenly stood up and lowered his voice mysteriously.

"Furthermore, there are so many puppets...As the behind-the-scenes messenger, the **** master must be inseparable from your despair!"

Feng Chenglin has an intuition that the puppet and the man in front of him are inseparably related, and the person who has no room for maneuver over him can only be the divine master.

"Puppet...Puppet!!" A touch of pain and despair appeared in the man's eyes: "They became like this, it was all my harm... If I didn't test the medicine and became like this, the **** master would not be like this. Mind, it won't kill so many people!!"

"You mean, these people... are actually going to be like you?" Feng Chenglin understood something, and took a breath: "The original intention of the **** is to create a...like you, immortal The dead... the army?"

"Correct!!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

I have to say, this God Lord really dares to think about it!

"His original intention was to want those people to be like me, half-dead...Unexpectedly, Baidu Tang is too toxic, and my disciples can't remember how they saved me and what they used. Medicine, so that during that time, all those who participated in the experiment died..."