"Seven... old fish?"

In Feng Chenglin's heart, it's a big damn!

Look at this meaning, there is a big meaning to put him in the eighth!

Damn it!

Everyone has peach blossom luck, and he has it too!

What kind of luck is this! ?

Shit luck is much more lucky than this!

The fisherwoman's gaze shifted, looked him up and down several times, and smiled brightly: "If you don't like the name Lao Yu, you can pick one yourself, and call it... Xiao Ba, okay?"

Little eight! ?

It sounds like it's called Xiao Wang Ba.

The mind is not over yet--

"It's just that if you call Xiao Ba, I will change your name after you... It's better, just call Ba Po! Xiao Ba, Ba Po, do you mean a pair?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Bapo?

How does this name sound so familiar?

It seems, where have you seen it?

Thought for a while-

"Bapo?!"

Thinking of it, in the anecdotes that Ling Luoyu had said about her hometown, there was the title Bapo.

If he remembers correctly, the words "eight po" are actually cursing people!

This fisher woman is really--wow! ?

"Um... As the saying goes, it is the most difficult to accept the grace of a beautiful person, and for a beautiful person like you, I am even less blessed in the old days!"

Feng Chenglin stood still, hesitated heavily and waved.

"come on!"

Zhou Yan and Dingmiao also got a respite at this time, and slowly got up.

Feng Chenglin raised his hands: "I'll do it myself!"

The eyes of Zhou Yan and Dingmiao all changed--

Is this guy crazy?

Just now, when the three of them joined forces, none of them were the match of the fisherwoman.

Now, he wants to be alone?

"No way! To live together, to die...together!"

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and walked quickly towards Fengchenglin.

"Wait a minute!" Dingmiao stopped him, lowering his voice: "Look at it!"

"Look?" Zhou Yan's eyes changed suddenly: "Look again, he is dead!"

"He can't die!" Dingmiao looked at the ruins: "As long as she is not dead, he can't die!"

"Who? Miss Ling?" Zhou Yan stopped and glanced at him thoughtfully: "Do you...do you also know what I don't know?"

Dingmiao didn't talk nonsense with him, grabbed his arm and moved to one side.

And his eyes have been looking at Feng Chenglin.

As long as he gives a look, he will immediately go to help.

But, unsurprisingly, Fengchenglin did not change his expression.

It seems that he is right.

If Feng Chenglin dares to be so arrogant, Ling Luoyu must be behind him!

At this time, she is probably hiding in the chaos, waiting to join in the fun.

Feng Chenglin straightened his waist, his eyes added a hint of madness: "The fisherman, as the saying goes, the one who laughs last is the winner. The two of us have not officially played against each other, so don't be happy. It's too early!"

"Haha..." The fisherwoman laughed: "I don't know whether to live or die, but I dare to die! In this case, I will fulfill you!!"

In the wild laughter, coercion revived.

Feng Chenglin also sat down in an instant, and Dieyi flashed blue light and burst out of the sky.

"Let's do it!"

Zhou Yan nervously grabbed Dingmiao's sleeve.

"Everything is glorious, and everything is lost! If something happens to him, we are weak and we have no chance of winning!!"

Three people share the same hatred.

Perhaps after a desperate war, there is still a glimmer of life!

if--

"If something happens to him, if he loses, then we won't even have the last chance to breathe!"