The two of them were concentrating and holding their breaths. When the nail flew over, Feng Chenglin jumped on it and threw the nail in his arms.

But at this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he had just plunged into the tornado and was immediately blown up by the tornado.

And behind him, Ling Luoyu also controlled the crackling in his palm.

Just after her finger touched the crackling.

"Om!"

A ripple spreads from the crackling body, passing through, without leaving any strange feeling.

However, in the next second, she felt something was wrong and turned to look around.

At this time, there was no trace of the tornado. .

Wherever his eyes turned, his brows raised.

"Fatty..."

Feng Chenglin was pouting his ass, his head stuck to the ground, lying there, groaning.

"Fatty?"

Feng Chenglin raised his head when he heard Ling Luoyu's shout, and he was also taken aback when he looked around.

Kneeling on the ground, watching the surrounding circle.

"Three young masters...what about the tornado, the two of us...is it possible to wipe out the tornado? Or...is there another place?"

This place, the space inside the space, is no longer a rare thing.

Ling Luoyu pointed behind him: "What do you think?"

Behind them, the stones are still there, and the cave is still there.

Feng Chenglin immediately jumped up, his face full of joy: "The two of us, is this coming back again?"

"Look again, see clearly...you can answer after seeing clearly!"

Ling Luoyu's answer was already a pot of cold water.

No need to look anymore, Feng Chenglin can also guess the answer: "I know, things won't be that simple, we two won't be so happy, just come out of it!"

When he saw the rocks and caves, he thought that they both returned to reality and escaped the chaotic time and space.

Unexpectedly, it was still inside.

However, there are no tornadoes now, which is a blessing in misfortune.

Thinking of something, he immediately looked at his hand.

The nail just now is still in his hand.

just

"What about crackling?" Feng Chenglin quickly looked at Ling Luoyu's hand.

Her hands were also crackling.

just

The crackling at this time was no longer the excitement as before, jumping back and forth like chicken blood.

But... completely turned into a rope.

A lifeless, lifeless one-the rope!

"What's going on? Why doesn't it jump?"

Feng Chenglin kicked it angrily.

"I go"

He grinned and screamed, holding his toes. Jumped in place three times.

"What the **** is this?" He frowned, looking at the rope in a circle.

By visual inspection, it was a rope.

A soft rope with only the thickness of a finger.

But kicked it up--

Feng Chenglin can swear with his previous fat body: This is definitely not a rope, but a stone.

And it's still a very heavy stone!

Because after a kick, the rope didn't move at all, but he was in pain and seemed to be half-life.

but--

"San Shao, you...you just carry it like this, isn't it heavy?"

With such a heavy foot and a rope that couldn't be kicked, Ling Luoyu carried a piece of silk with ease.

"It's not heavy! It's just a rope, how heavy is it?"