Feng Chenglin stopped Ling Luoyu calmly, and pointed his lips at the underwater Nunu: "San Young Master, didn't you say that you want to kill someone with a knife and use the big guy underwater to kill each other? How can this be paid for..."

"No hurry!" Ling Luoyu interrupted him quietly, looking towards the water: "Let's take a look and talk about it!"

"Look at it..."

"The one-horned water dragon has red eyes now, and these big bats are also its delicacy...If it is full, maybe it will leave us alone. At that time, we can leave without fighting..."

"Don't fight?" Feng Chenglin pulled his mouth: "So good?"

How does he feel that things will not go so smoothly?

But Ling Luoyu said that, and the one-horned flood dragon didn't bother them, so he consciously stepped back and did not provoke the flames of war.

The three people, led by the old shopkeeper, in the formation behind the palace of Ling Luoyu, walked along the rock wall of the cave and moved forward.

Fortunately, all three of them lowered their stature with interest, and automatically avoided the stumps of the bats that rushed over. Even though they were stained with blood, they were still safe.

I don't know how long it has been since the smearing, anyway, under the weak fluorescence, they all have a feeling that has been 10,000 years.

The black is crushing on the heart, it seems that the breathing is not smooth.

What is even more suffocating is that the bloodthirsty bats hunting each other around them do not seem to be reduced by cannibalism.

The screams and wailing continued, spreading forward and backward.

I don't know if the **** killing is in front, or the scream is so long, it continues to the rear!

"I ** their uncle... how many big bats are there? Why are they so special they seem to be endless..." Feng Chenglin lowered his voice, catted himself, and looked strangely in front of him and behind him.

They have been walking for so long, but they just don't see the end.

What's more terrible is that the old shopkeeper is getting slower and slower.

"I said, in front, can you hurry up?"

It's not a place to visit, so why do you walk so slowly?

Take advantage of the danger, hurry up and go!

But the old shopkeeper had already overdrawn in his body just now, exhausted all his strength, tightening his nerves, and now he was shuttled in danger with his heart hanging, and under Feng Chenglin's urging, how could he still bear it.

"No, no more..."

He clutched the stone wall in a panting panting.

"I...I'm going to sink!"

The plank under his feet has been tilted crookedly because of the uneven bearing strength.

Feng Chenglin looked at his feet and raised his brows: "I'm going...you..."

"Fatty, take him!"

Ling Luoyu decisively grasped the arm of the old shopkeeper and threw it to Feng Chenglin.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What is this?

But the old shopkeeper has already arrived in front of him, can't you push him down to feed the beasts? !

"Old man, let's talk about ugly things first, if you really encounter life and death matters, don't blame me for not saving you..."

Feng Chenglin's words are not over yet--

"Mr. Feng, I know...If you can save me, you will never leave me alone! If it is true, I will definitely die, I will not blame you..."

The old shopkeeper was very on the road and threw out the words-

If Feng Chenglin can ruthlessly care about his life or death when he can save his life, that would be a black conscience.

That would be considered as descending to the nineteenth hell, and he would also sue him.