Ling Luoyu snapped to him: "If you don't believe it, weigh it yourself!"

Feng Chenglin was very resistant to it, and shook his head constantly: "I don't have the aura of this thing. You take it away and stay away from me..."

Seeing it, his toes hurt terribly.

Ling Luoyu was a little curious, and some wanted to laugh: "Fatty man, you are enough...You really have a little too much acting, just a rope, what can you crash into?"

While talking about him, he threw the crackling into Feng Chenglin's hands.

"Oh..."

Feng Chenglin didn't expect Ling Luoyu to throw it when he said, and instinctively raised his hand to pick it up.

But when I picked it up, I suddenly thought of the kick I was kicking on the crackling.

At this moment, he realized that what he was connecting was definitely not a rope, but a mountain.

In an instinctive reaction, he wanted to pull his hand.

But the crackling at this time had already reached his hands.

Subconsciously, he exhausted all his strength to pick it up.

"Ay Ya I gi"

Because of too much force, Feng Chenglin staggered and threw his whole body out, even crackling, and fell to the ground together.

Ling Luoyu, who was about to walk towards the cave, turned around when he heard the movement and looked at him with some unknown reason.

"Fatty man, don't you tell me, you fell now because the crackling was too heavy and dragged you to..."

How can Feng Chenglin still want to listen to her ridicule? !

He knelt on the ground, crackling with his hands in his hands, with a ghostly look, without even talking.

"how can that be possible?"

Just like what Ling Luoyu said, the crackling is very close and light, holding it in the hand, like holding silk, it doesn't feel at all.

but--

How can this be? !

The kick he made just now clearly seemed to be kicking on a rock.

He suddenly sat on the ground and began to take off his shoes.

Ling Luoyu:...

What is this fat man doing?

"Fatty, you..."

Before the words finished, one of Feng Chenglin's shoes had already taken off, and the blood-stained socks made Ling Luoyu's pupils shrink, and all the words were put back.

"You are..."

"Didn't I tell you that I just kicked it?" Fengcheng Lin grinned and pulled the socks off, shivering in pain.

His toenails, three consecutive, were all bloodshot and peeled off.

Feng Chenglin was very innocent, and he looked confused: "...Look, I didn't lie to you. Just now... I really kicked on a rock! No, I kicked on a crackle, but that kind of feeling, and It makes no difference to kick on a rock."

Ling Luoyu suddenly understood something, flipped his fingertips, the soul blade broke out, and slashed fiercely on the crackling.

but--

"Zheng"

The crackling suddenly quaked, and the fire was everywhere.

Feng Chenglin, who had been kneeling on the ground, yelled "Wow, yeah," and quickly shrank back.

But the firelight hit his face and jumped up hot.

"Fire, fire, fire..."

He patted his face while jumping back.

However, he met Ling Luoyu's gaze.

"Are you a roast pig's head? It's still hot... just two drops of sparks!"

Those few sparks left a few black spots on Feng Chenglin's face.

"Don't worry, it won't ruin your face..."

"But it hurts..." Feng Chenglin rubbed his cheeks, a little bit trying to explode: "What kind of **** thing, it will be soft and hard..."