"What the **** is this?" Feng Chenglin yelled while shaking his palms: "I will be hurt by anything!?

He is also a person with animal power!

How could such a sad reminder be injured by a group of small bugs?

He shook his right hand quickly to prevent the bugs from attaching to the wound.

Dingmiao is even worse--

It used to be just a piece of oily skin, but now it is healed, half of his arm is injured.

The worms are like tarsal maggots, closely following the smell of blood, rushing up like crazy, letting him dodge again, but also lingering.

"What are these things? I'm not afraid of fire or shooting. How can I kill them?" Feng Chenglin was going crazy.

He tried to burn these insects to death with a torch several times, but they seemed to be covered with a fire shield, and it was useless to burn them.

Dingmiao tried his best to wrap up his wounds with clothes, but because of his rush, there were still gaps. There were already many small bugs digging into the seams of his clothes.

Thinking of the scene that he was about to be swallowed by a small bug, he felt a bit of a chill: "Feng Chenglin, if you wait for a while, I...what the hell, don't be soft, kill me first..."

Feng Chenglin smiled bitterly: "What a coincidence, this is what I want to say..."

The two of them were busy, and looked at each other--

"How about we two help each other?"

"I think it can!"

Although they said so, neither of them dared to slack off.

Using clothes as the axis, rotate into a circle to drive the bugs around as much as possible.

Even though they have used all their strength, the density of small bugs is getting bigger and bigger.

Their demand for the smell of blood, like moths to a fire, is a completely indifferent rhythm.

Not to mention, Fengchenglin and Dingmiao still have nothing to do with them.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the two were once again obliterated by the bug.

"Fuck... Lao Tzu never dreamed that it was such a way of death..." Feng Chenglin cursed.

Dingmiao was also not reconciled: "I had known this, I might as well kill the shrine directly and kill the gods face to face. Even if I die, I will leave an ancient name for later generations to admire..."

"It's not admiration, it's a joke... It's a lesson for you... It's silly to go up and die if you know you are not an opponent of others..."

"You're going to die, and you still have your mind on me..."

"Anyway, I'm going to die, don't you be bothered by anyone?!"

The two were fighting, suddenly glimpsing in the dark shadow, as if there was another flame.

"Dingmiao, have you seen it?"

"It seems to be a person..."

In the gap of the insect shadow flying shuttle, a figure loomed.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be Ling Luoyu.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

The hell, she was just like that, standing with a torch, motionless.

Had it not been for a smile on her face, he would have thought she was dead.

"Miss Ling, come and help..."

Dingmiao also saw Ling Luoyu and yelled anxiously.

"We can't hold it anymore!"

"Can't hold it?" Ling Luoyu's voice came with a smile: "I think you two are talking very happily, and you are still thinking about each other, how can you not hold it?"

Feng Chenglin suddenly understood why she was standing and watching the play and didn't help.

"Three young masters, we are having fun in hardship, and there is nothing we can do... You said, this is all going to die, is it the death of the family with bitterness and hatred? Of course it is the death of joy in hardship..."