Princess Against the World

Feng Chenglin didn't argue, he smiled and walked towards Zhuge Dali.

"Zhuge Village Master, I'm sorry, what we're going to do next may be a little unkind... You have to bear with me!"

I don't know if Zhuge Dali understood, but he stood there stiffly.

Feng Chenglin is also unequivocal, covering his mouth and nose with his left hand, and his right hand is ready for fire.

Unable to breathe through his nose and mouth, Zhuge Dali quickly began to roll his eyes, and his whole body trembled like a cramp.

Suddenly, a tiny, almost invisible red thread came out of his ear and rushed towards Feng Chenglin with lightning speed.

This red silk is really too small.

It's so small that you can't even notice it if you don't look closely.

And Feng Chenglin was completely as if he didn't see it, and let it rush in front of him.

Just when the red silk was about to get into the back of his hand, Feng Chenglin's hand also moved.

"puff"

Fire Zhezi jumped out a cluster of flames.

The fireworks jumped up at that moment, and Lao Gao quickly burned the red silk on the back of his hand.

And the red silk eye was about to get into Feng Chenglin's skin, and suddenly there was a hot temperature behind him. He seemed to have sensed it, and he drilled back.

"Sure enough, this guy is really afraid of death!"

Feng Chenglin became interested, covering Zhuge Dali's facial features more and more, closing all his seven orifices, leaving no way out.

Red silk also has to survive.

Whether as a parasitic or a symbiotic one needs to be alive.

If there is a dangerous situation involved, it will naturally have the instinct to survive, and it will be able to find a way to survive.

Therefore, when he saw that Zhuge Dali might die, he would definitely want to escape from this dying body.

Sure enough, not long after Feng Chenglin started, Zhuge Dali's body began to twitch frantically, and the twitching movements became more and more frequent.

Slowly, his body began to hunker down and curled up into a prawn.

During this period, Feng Chenglin never let go of his hand, and always covered Zhuge Dali's mouth and nose.

Hongsi also struggled to get out several times, but every time he was burned back by his fire.

Gradually, Zhuge Dali seemed to have exhausted his strength, and slowly gave up his struggle.

Feng Chenglin noticed something was wrong, looked at Ling Luoyu, let go of his hand at her instruction, took two steps back, and frowned at Zhuge Dali.

"...This guy, isn't he dead?"

He seems to have less air in and more air out, and he looks like he is not far from death.

Ling Luoyu shook his head: "Don't worry, that thing can survive in a stranger's body, and can quickly find a way to coexist, which shows that his vitality is extremely tenacious, and his adaptability is also very strong..."

Such creatures are a great miracle in the history of evolution.

It only temporarily blocked Zhuge Dali's mouth and nose, and it would never kill them for a while.

"Then why is he still?" Feng Chenglin kicked Zhuge Dali and called out twice.

Zhuge Dali seemed to be dead, with no reaction at all.

Feng Chenglin couldn't help frowning: "Isn't it really going to kill us?"

As he spoke, he involuntarily stretched out his right hand and shook it in front of Zhuge Dali.