The blackened goddess of rebirth is extremely poisonous

Chapter 725 Prepare to Confess
Just as Feng Tianling was engrossed in watching it, the pleasant sound of the sub-bass guns suddenly exploded in his ears.

"Who is the person you like?"

ah?Feng Tianling withdrew her thoughts, stared blankly, and looked at Yan Hanming, "Why do you ask this?"

Yan Hanming frowned slightly, "You said it."

she said?After being stunned for a short time, Feng Tianling remembered what she said to Fu Youqing when she was on the roof of the building.

She said 'I don't like you. '

"Oh, it's you I like." Feng Tianling was very serious.

Yan Hanming's face was dark and ugly, "If you don't want to say it, I can find out."

Feng Tianling blinked, didn't she say that?She confessed her love so seriously, can't she feel it?
It seemed that she had to come up with a good idea to convince him.

the next day.

Feng Tianling approached Yan Zhuoli.

"Why?" Yan Zhuoli's tone of voice was not very good, but his worried eyes were quietly sizing Feng Tianling.

Feng Tianling came to sit beside Yan Zhuoli, looked at Yan Zhuoli's cell phone, "You are about to be beaten to death."

Hearing this, Yan Zhuoli realized that he broke into the enemy's crystal tower without a line of soldiers, and then died.

Death is of no value at all. His teammates are calling him a pig teammate, and his opponents are giving him praise.

"Damn!" Yan Zhuoli threw the phone aside angrily, facing Feng Tianling, "It's all your fault, look! I—"

In the middle of Yan Zhuoli's words, Feng Tianling picked up his mobile phone, and after being resurrected, he fought all the way to the end, and finally pushed the enemy's crystal tower. This operation made Yan Zhuoli just want to call 66666
Without Yan Zhuoli shouting, the companions have already sent 66666
As expected of Fang Ling, this method, every time he sees it, he wants to hug his thigh and call him a god.Of course, he just thought about it this way, before he knew that Feng Tianling was Fang Ling, he controlled himself not to be so hopeless.

Now that I know, even if he was given a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to hug Feng Tianling's thigh, for he was afraid of being kicked by his uncle's leg.

"Win." Feng Tianling returned the phone to Yan Zhuoli.

Yan Zhuoli's mood was a little complicated at the moment, seeing Feng Tianling not leaving, he guessed and asked, "Did you ask me for something?"

"En." Feng Tianling nodded.

What can she do with him? "Why don't you look for my uncle?" Yan Zhuoli asked curiously.

Feng Tianling spread her hands, "I'm going to confess my love to your uncle, it's not good to find him."

"What?!" Yan Zhuoli stood up abruptly, looking at Feng Tianling with disbelief.

"You, you want...to confess to my uncle, uncle, my uncle?" Yan Zhuoli emphasized 'uncle' three times.

"Hush—" Feng Tianling made a silence gesture to Yan Zhuoli, "Keep your voice down, this is a hospital and it will affect others."

Speaking of this, Feng Tianling looked towards her VIP ward, "Go, go to my place, no one will disturb you, and you won't disturb anyone."

Yan Zhuoli stood on the spot and became a stump, motionless.

"Hello!" Feng Tianling stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Yan Zhuoli.

Yan Zhuoli followed Feng Tianling's hand with his staring eyeballs, then raised his voice suddenly, "Why? You, don't you dislike my uncle?" Why did he confess his love so suddenly? "Could it be——could it be because my uncle risked his life to save you, and you were moved so—so—"

"Feng Tianling! Touching is not emotion, you have to think clearly. What you do is not fair to yourself, and it is not fair to my uncle."

(End of this chapter)