Feng Chenglin also said the same thing: "Why should I hit you? You don't know?"

"Mr. Feng, you, what are you doing?" Zhuge Dali became more and more aggrieved, and sighed when he saw the blood stains all over his body: "I didn't mess with you, so why did you say you wanted to beat me? Spitting blood?"

Feng Chenglin: ""

Is this guy real?

It doesn't look like you're lying!

He looked at Ling Luoyu calmly: "Three young masters, why did you beat him?"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes at him: "Why did you beat someone, you ask me?"

Feng Chenglin's heart was instantly blocked.

Why did he beat people?

Can you still tell the truth?

Just about to speak,

Zhuge Dali's expression was sluggish again, motionless.

This time, everyone else had the experience.

Especially the nearest Feng Chenglin, who reacted almost in seconds.

"Again!"

As he said that, he waved his fist violently, with the majestic power of a beast, slamming Zhuge Dali fiercely.

Almost at the same time, red silk jumped out of Zhuge Dali's mouth again.

Unfortunately, Hongsi's speed is fast, and Feng Chenglin's reaction is faster.

Just when those red threads floated out of Zhuge Dali's mouth, his iron fist also arrived.

"boom!"

An iron fist, almost all of which hit Zhuge Dali's mouth.

The red silk that just showed its head did not hide at all, and was beaten to pieces.

His fist turned into a palm, and Feng Chenglin grabbed the pulpy red silk, wrapped it around his hand, and yanked it back.

The red silk is like an endless line, peeling off from Zhuge Dali little by little, little by little...

Feng Chenglin pulled out a large section of the elder, but Zhuge Dali still had red threads coming out of his mouth.

"What the **** is this? How come it never ends?"

Ling Luoyu was also curious, but gave an even stranger suggestion: "...How about, let's set fire to it?"

"Hey, this is a good idea!" Feng Chenglin was overjoyed, he took out the fire book from his waist, and ordered it seriously: "Old man, I don't believe that you can't be burned to death!"

Ling Luoyu quickly stopped him: "Fatty, what are you doing?"

"It's burnt... Didn't you say that?"

"I'm talking about burning these things, not people... This is Zhuangzi of the Zhuge family. If you burn him, what will happen to his family? Can you spare us?"

"But you didn't say..."

"I'm talking about burning this thing, not letting you burn people..."

Feng Chenglin felt lonely when he heard it.

Burning red silk, but not burning people? ?

The red silk is in Zhuge Dali's body.

If you don't burn people, how do you burn?

"Using the expulsion method!" Mo Xuanchen was not in a hurry on one side, but he was very calm: "That thing has life, and it is afraid of death. If it involves a life crisis, they will definitely do it to save their lives. Abandoning the host and escaping alone..."

And no matter what the **** red silk is, if you are conscious of them, will avoid it, and will be injured and "coma", you will definitely be afraid of death.

No matter what it is, as long as you are afraid of death, it is easy to handle!

Feng Chenglin then understood what Ling Luoyu meant, and smiled again.

"Three Young Masters, look at you, why is your brain not enough when the eldest son of Mo comes back? If it is so simple and easy to understand, it must be said incomprehensibly and profoundly, making it difficult for people to guess..."

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes speechlessly: "You don't say that your own brain is flawed and you don't want to understand it, but you say that I'm wrong? Feng Chenglin, I find that you are becoming more and more shameless now!"