"I?"

Feng Chenglin looked into the distance and blinked.

"What I want to do the most is to release those slaves, right? So many lives are not suitable for some people's happy plaything..."

Ling Luoyu nodded insignificantly: "Are you a gentleman?"

"Of course I am not!" Feng Chenglin denied.

Only the next second, his expression froze suddenly.

"Three... less..."

Turning his head slowly, he looked at Ling Luoyu, his eyes trembled.

"You...you mean?"

"You are not a gentleman, and you still have the consciousness to save those lives and return them to freedom. Why can a gentleman... but not be compassionate for his lives and give those slaves a way to survive?"

"Gentleman, what you want is compassion and magnanimity from the heart, not deliberate publicity on certain things!"

"... Third Young Master!" Feng Chenglin suddenly withdrew two steps, swaying a little unsteadily, and slowly squatting down: "No wonder... No wonder I always feel that something is wrong, it turned out to be here..."

When he faced Zhou Yan, he always had a strange feeling.

But what's the blame, he couldn't tell.

It was this strange feeling that made him always awkward when facing Cheng Xue.

Thinking about it now, something is indeed wrong.

For a while, cold sweat broke out on his back, which wetted his clothes.

The cold wind hit, shivering violently.

At that moment, the spirit was refreshed and the spiritual platform was clear.

"I...what's wrong with me?"

Feng Chenglin stood up suddenly, looked at his hands, frowning.

"I seem... something is wrong!"

What's wrong, I can't tell.

"You are brainwashed by others!"

"...Brainwashing? How can the brain be washed?" Feng Chenglin quickly touched his head: "How did you take it out? Why don't I know?"

Ling Luoyu smiled rather than smile: "Your Brother Zhou, not what you see on the surface...weak!"

People with disabilities will give people the first impression that they are among the disadvantaged.

As long as they are a little conscientious, when facing these people, they will always subconsciously have sympathy for such people.

"Dingmiao told me that Zhou Yan had been seen by him. In his scheming, he was second only to Mo Xuanchen, and even I was not his opponent. So when I met him, I kept a hand. ..."

Ling Luoyu pointed to his eyes and blinked.

"In my eyes, what do you see?"

"...What? It's long...good-looking??"

Feng Chenglin said, "Is it wrong? Then... eyeballs?"

"It's clear! You can see my eyes and even my emotional heart, but... I can't see Zhou Yan!"

"...Zhou Yan?" Feng Chenglin remembered earnestly: "Don't tell me, it's true... Now think about it carefully, I'm really confused about his eyes!"

Zhou Yan's eyes seemed to dangle in front of him.

But I don't know what's going on, but I can't see clearly.

"Zhou Yan should be proficient in psychological mystery... can control people's minds very well, so that you can trust him without knowing it, and use it for him... Take you, even me. What about others? How much can they bear?"

Feng Chenglin was in a cold sweat again: "I... I don't seem to say anything about you... right?"

To tell the truth, what Ling Luoyu said, he himself couldn't be sure.