Princess Against the World

"Then I won't drink anymore..."

Before Ang Ge finished speaking, Ling Luoyu's laughter reached his ears.

"Then the second bowl just now is called...decapitation soup, okay??"?

Angkor: "..."

He can see it, these people are playing with him, making fun.

What kind of decapitation soup, Meng Po soup, shit!

Isn’t it just for fun to send him into that ghost place and then pull him out?

But... I dare not speak.

Especially after passing through the ice and snow, the feeling of dying, the desire to survive is even stronger.

Without waiting for Ling Luoyu to speak again, he knelt at Ling Luoyu's feet with a "puff".

"Girl, I know, you... it doesn't make much sense if you don't kill me... I'm just a little ant, immortal, and there is not much loss to you, why must I die, right? The protection is not complete...I'm alive, can you still have unexpected effects for you?"

"Gurulu"

Feng Chenglin's mouthwash sounded very untimely, breaking Angkor's desperate cry.

The others turned their heads and looked at--

"..."

Different looks.

Feng Chenglin held a sip of water, his mouth was bulging, and he paused somewhat stiffly.

After a while--

"Gudong"

I swallowed it, but coughed.

"No, cough cough... what do you see me doing?"

Those eyes are not friendly when they look at them, and the people who look at them feel hairy.

Looking at Angkor, I understood what everyone meant, and suddenly smiled.

"He cried for him, he begged him, I...washed my mouth, we... don't seem to be next to anything, right?"

Why is this looking at him one by one?

As if he broke some ritual!

He glanced at Ling Luoyu's eyes, raised his brows, and walked over knowingly.

"What do you say is my fate?!"

He sat down at the table, clapped his hands, and motioned for five to get up.

"You just said that you can use it if you live better than you die... To be honest, I really don't think so!"

Angkor's action to stand up suddenly paused, hesitated for a while, and then knelt down slowly.

Seriously, it feels like kneeling there, there is still a bit of life.

If you stand up...preservation is a dead end!

"Brother, this matter...I can lift it, I'm still very useful..."

Angkor's eyes wandered over several people, trying to find information that was beneficial to him.

"I know that you won't come to the shrine for no reason. You must have a request... Maybe I have something to do with what you are asking for..."

"You? What can you do?"

Feng Chenglin raised Erlang's legs, very leisurely.

"Aren't you just a little guard patrolling the city? Seriously, I really haven't found out what role you can do..."

"My role is great, I can be your guide... Inner city, outer city, I basically know which one is right with my eyes closed... I grew up here and have been doing it for so many years. Guard patrolling the city, no one knows the terrain better than me. I can take you to many places..."

"Yeah!" Feng Chenglin nodded seriously, "I think so... it makes sense!"

Turning his head, he looked at the others: "What do you think?"

The old guest with a knife and Jin Daniel didn't know what he was singing at all, and they didn't dare to talk to each other indiscriminately.