Princess Against the World

Feng Chenglin: "..."

A sense of frustration took hold.

"You...you mean, we appeared, did you see it?!"

"Yes! I was also taken aback at the time, and then when I saw the sword in your hand, I instantly understood..."

Lao Diao gestured his head to the side and led the two to move on.

"When I was young, our ancestors told me that one day our people will open the door of this world and lead us out..."

"Lead you out..."

Feng Chenglin twitched his mouth and whispered.

"In fact, this world is the same everywhere, the same killing..."

"Does your world also lack water?!"

"...It's not..."

"Isn't that all right?!" Lao Diao glanced at Feng Chenglin slightly, a little disgusted: "You haven't tasted the taste of water shortage, so you don't understand the importance of water to us..."

His footsteps paused, and he glanced vigilantly behind him, making sure that no one was following him, and then he stepped out.

"Follow my footsteps, don't walk around..."

Taking a step forward, Ling Luoyu instantly saw a scene of surging waves.

She seemed to be on the bottom of the sea, the waves separated on both sides, and the waves were rough and suffocating.

Feng Chenglin was also frightened: "This...what is going on?!"

Lao Diao glanced at the two of them triumphantly and smiled: "This is the Yuan formation set up by our ancestors. Only people who know the formation can walk out alive. Otherwise, they will be ruthless by the surrounding sea. Devour, crush to death!!"

For the formation, Ling Luoyu also knew one or two.

The original ordinary world, with the blessing of the formation, can exert different deterrents.

The general formation is usually the effect of strength, which is the result of confusion.

But the formation in front of me has the effect of three-dimensional shadows, which makes people immersive and crushes people's cognition.

At the end of the waves is that thatched hut,

On the grass outside the house, a woman in a white dress was standing.

Feng Chenglin's eyes suddenly beamed: "Female?!"

Old Diao was unhappy: "What's wrong with the girl?"

"No... nothing..." Feng Chenglin looked at Ling Luoyu subconsciously.

In his subconscious, a person of the level of the ancestor should be an old man with a declining age, an old man, a cane with a dragon head in his hand, and an old man who can break his bones with a cough.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be so elegant and out of dust, like an immortal temperament that does not eat human fireworks.

but--

Feng Chenglin then aimed at Lao Diao: "She...is the ancestor of your clan?!"

"Yes! What's wrong?!"

Feng Chenglin twitched his mouth: "It's okay..."

So how did the ancestor with good temperament give birth to such an offspring of a wretched old man? !

It is simply genetic degradation, the longer it gets, the more backward it is! !

In front of the thatched hut, the white-clothed woman walked lightly and greeted her with a leisurely smile.

"The water phase is red this morning, remind me that a distinguished guest has arrived, and it really came..."

She is not very old, she is about forty years old, she looks elegant and has a noble temperament, and she looks at Ling Luoyu with scorching eyes.

"Are you a descendant of the reckless family?"

She said a little to Ling Luoyu, which shocked her heart: "How do seniors know?!"

"Call me ancestor..."

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank: "You are the ancestor of our reckless clan..."