Ling Luoyu repeated the calling action over and over again, but still no word jumped out on the stone.

Ling Luoyu was anxious: "This fat man, are you going to die in a hurry? Don't you? I won't be by your side for a while, and you can go to the house...

But no matter what she said, the overlapping space was beyond reach.

She can't touch him, can't catch him, can't control him, but can't stop him!

Although she was thunderous on this side, it was calm on the other side.

Ling Luoyu didn't care about Gu Lan's troubles, so he could only dance here, calling Feng Chenglin.

But what?

The result over and over again is no result.

Just when Ling Luoyu jumped in the dark, feeling that he was going to pass.

"Boom Rumble"

A thunderstorm suddenly sounded in the sky, which seemed to be the prelude to the storm.

Ling Luoyu's voice suddenly awakened with a sudden voice.

She realized that she was a little distracted, and her consciousness was completely awakened from panic.

Looking at the stone again, no fonts appeared.

However, in the corner of her eye, she also saw a familiar thing again.

--tornado! !

The tornado appeared again.

With the appearance of the tornado, the aurora in front of him disappeared instantly.

Ling Luoyu: "..."

What's the special situation? !

Mirror reaction, or a mirage?

Before I had time to figure out what was going on, I suddenly saw something in the tornado that seemed to be thrown out.

That thing was black, small, and falling quickly.

It seems to be a person.

"Isn't it?"

Isn't it Feng Chenglin that fat man? !

Ling Luoyu didn't have time to think about it, and hurried to the direction of the falling shadow.

Before running closer, I saw the dark figure "hemming" getting up.

"Oh my god, I fell to death...Oh, it's okay, the clothes are still there, or else you will have a bare butt, but you will be ashamed..."

Although the clothes were still there, they were torn into strands and ragged.

After all, it just barely covered the key part.

but--

"Fatty man, it's really you..."

With a sudden roar, his whole body trembled with fright, his hands trembling and list moves, ready to move.

But when he saw the person in front of him, he immediately laughed, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and laughed again when he opened it again.

"Haha, Third Young Master, it's really you..."

The person who was thrown down was Feng Chenglin.

Before he could say anything, Ling Luoyu punched him in the chest: "Dead fat man, how did I tell you? Didn't I let you stay honestly and don't come in? You put my words on your ears, didn't you? I can't control you now, what's the matter...you are going to heaven..."

Feng Chenglin rubbed his chest and grinned, "Isn't it, isn't it that...I'm worried about you, I just want to try it, anyway, nothing will happen..."

He smiled and pointed to the tornado.

"But to be honest, Third Young Master, if you go in, the clothes should be wrapped up and firmer. Look at me, everything is torn into something like it's almost unstoppable..."

"It's not bad that your little life can be kept!" Ling Luoyu slapped all his clothes in angrily: "Fate for nothing!!"