As long as the nine-headed dragon is afraid, Feng Chenglin is very happy: "Here are the three of us. Aren't they afraid of us, or are they afraid of ghosts?"

"wrong"

Suddenly, Ling Luoyu turned his head and looked behind him, his eyes suddenly changed.

"It's not afraid of us, it's afraid of the people behind us..."

The three of them are nothing more than the fox who is fake.

What the Nine-headed Dragon is afraid of is the coercion behind them.

Feng Chenglin was startled: "Who is there behind us?"

Even with his cultivation level, he didn't feel anyone behind him.

Is Ling Luoyu lying to himself?

"You can't see it, doesn't mean there is no!"

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank, and suddenly grabbed the shoulders of him and Hua Tiehammer, and dragged them into the chaotic environment without warning.

Hua Tie Hammer didn't understand what was going on, suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck, and he fainted.

Feng Chenglin staggered his feet: "San Shao, what are you doing?"

There is no one behind them.

Was Ling Luoyu's reaction a bit extreme?

"Besides, it's okay if you get me in, what did this guy get in?"

Hua Tie Hammer is a dispensable passerby, dead or alive, it doesn't make much sense to them.

Even if you leave him outside, it doesn't make any difference. Why should you pull him in?

"Because if he stays outside, he will undoubtedly die, but for now, he is alive and has more value than he died!"

Ling Luoyu looked at the chaotic mirror with gloomy eyes, thoughtfully.

"Why did he come here?"

"Who?" Feng Chenglin quickly looked at the Chaos Mirror.

But the mirror was as smooth as water, and there was nothing.

Feng Chenglin suddenly had an ominous premonition. He looked at Ling Luoyu with subtle eyes and opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but he didn't seem to know how to speak. He wanted to say something in embarrassment.

Ling Luoyu could hear the subtle changes in his breathing without turning his head to look at him.

"Fatty man, just say it if you have something to say, who do you show it to that hypocritical way?"

"No, um, I didn't mean anything else," Feng Chenglin coughed, and looked at her carefully: "San Shao, I, I just think...will it be you, you are out? Some questions..."

Ling Luoyu looked at him quickly and raised his eyebrows: "I have a problem?"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that there was a problem with your one, I just meant that there was a problem with your..."

"Which one of me?"

"That, that's that," Fengcheng Lin smiled and poked his head: "Could it be that you were poisoned, or that it was an evil spirit, or some other reason, so I said, Will it feel that someone wants to hurt us?"

In the latter sentence, he almost uttered it word by word, slowly spit it out, for fear of saying too much, it would stimulate Ling Luoyu.

How did you know that Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes and "pouched" with a smile: "Fatty man, what do you think? Didn't you think I had something wrong?"

"No, no joking, who are you? You are Ling Luoyu, the third young master of the Ling family, why did you have an accident? I just said casually, don't take it seriously..."

With that said, Feng Chenglin was still cautious, and once again accompanied the smiling face.

"But, you said there is danger outside, but I didn't feel the danger at all..."