Ling Luoyu got up and added firewood, then lay back.

Nothingness: "Master, is it possible... You just glanced at the salted fish like this, continue to lie down?"

"Mr Changyang is not in a hurry, why are you anxious?"

Anyway, the real person of Changyang needs her and will not let her die, and it is impossible for the shadow to sit idly by.

Going out is just a matter of time.

At this time, there is a chance to salt the fish, you can enjoy it more, why not?

Turned over happily: "Oh, it's a pity, there is no mobile phone... Otherwise, how comfortable is it to read the drama and burn it?"

Suddenly--

"what"

Vaguely, a man's scream came out indistinctly.

Immediately after--

"what"

There was another scream.

Ling Luoyu sat up leapingly and listened carefully: "What happened to Shao Huanyang?"

Isn't it?

That's the disciple of the God Lord, what can happen when it comes to cultivation base, far above her?

Besides, the real person of Changyang still needs him to be the key to open the enchantment of Baohe Temple, how can he watch him accidentally?

Is wondering--

"How are you?"

"Not dead yet, how about you..."

"I'm fine...skin wounds...what is this place?"

"How do I know?"

Void's face is very bad: "This voice...how does it sound so familiar?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes narrowed: "Don't you be familiar? It's Fatty and Dingmiao!!"

Amidst the black rustling sound, Fengchenglin and Dingmiao felt an unprecedented panic.

This has nothing to do with life and death, but the fear of darkness that bursts out of my heart!

Feng Chenglin lit a torch and gave a torch to Dingmiao: "I guess, the woman is right, the third master is really trapped here..."

Dingmiao glanced at the muddy water on his body, and stomped his feet with hatred: "Damn it, we both can still be overcast!"

"It's not surprising," Feng Chenglin didn't have his anger like: "The person who yin ours is someone who can yin the three young masters, not ashamed!"

The sound of "Shusha" was getting closer.

Holding the torch and looking at it, Dingmiao suddenly cried out strangely: "What is this?"

Following his gaze, Feng Chenglin's expression was also not good: "It looks like... it's something terrible!"

The two looked at each other, immediately turned around tacitly, and Sa Yazi ran away.

Insect shadow "Shasha" moved quickly and caught up with the two in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, a needle-like pain spread across the skin of the two of them.

Especially Dingmiao, yelling in pain: "What kind of ghost is this... bugs, it's bugs, they are drilling into my wound..."

Damn it, what the **** is this?

There was a wound on his arm that was scratched by a branch when he fell down just now.

Originally, the wound was not very serious, just a layer of oily skin was broken, but now it has become a feast for these little bugs.

They are densely packed, clustered in the wounds of the Dingmiao, seemingly scrambling to **** blood.

"This is so..."

Feng Chenglin rushed over and slapped him, regardless of the bugs on his body.

"what"

He and Dingmiao shouted at the same time.

Looking again, his palm and Dingmiao arm seemed to have been blasted by high-pressure iron sand, and small honeycomb-shaped wounds were exploded densely.

And those little black bugs?

Safe and sound, unharmed.

Moreover, because of the more **** smell, it was crazy to pounce on the two.