Princess Against the World

Mo Xuanchen's face changed suddenly: "Be careful!"

When he raised his hand, he knocked Feng Chenglin's hand away.

Almost at the same time, a visible red thread quickly shrank back and escaped back into Zhuge Dali's mouth and nose.

Feng Chenglin reacted with hindsight, subconsciously shouted, twitched his hands, and hurriedly stepped back.

"Ah ah ah..."

Ling Luoyu looked immediately.

Those eyes were very deep: "No, Fatty, what's wrong with you? Why are you getting timid as you live? I've never seen you so scared before... Could it be that you're getting old?"

"Me? That's me..." Feng Chenglin was shy and dry, and was speechless: "Is that a subconscious reaction? How can I be timid!?"

It's not that he's timid.

But this sudden, really terrifying.

He didn't react for a while, so he overreacted.

After thinking about it, Feng Chenglin felt that what he did just now was indeed a bit extreme, and he couldn't stand it.

"This ghost is always mysterious and scaring people. I don't believe it. What the **** are you doing!"

Saying that, he raised his fist suddenly.

The beast-shaped power erupted again.

Ling Luoyu squinted: "Fat!"

What is this guy doing?

Do you want to kill Zhuge Dali with one fist?

Sure enough, Feng Chenglin's fist unceremoniously fell on Zhuge Dali's body.

However, the strength turned into an ingenious force and went straight into his body.

Before Ling Luoyu could react, Zhuge Dali suddenly jumped up like his hair, and countless red threads popped out of his ears and mouth.

——Feng Chenglin's animal-shaped power forced these red threads out of his body in a crushing posture.

Those red silks that ran slowly were crushed into **** by the power of the beast.

Mo Xuanchen flipped his fingers, and the void drew a barrier, trapping the red silk.

Without the shackles of red, Zhuge Dali knelt on the ground in embarrassment, panting heavily.

"I, I just now, didn't I..."

While speaking, Zhuge raised his head with great difficulty, and saw the red silk in the barrier at a glance. He was so frightened that he let out a "wow" and fell to the ground, looking at those things in horror.

"What the **** is this? I didn't just now, wasn't it a dream?"

Just now, he was dazed and felt that something had happened.

But when I look back carefully, I can't remember anything.

It was clearly blurry, like a dream.

But now, looking at it, the whole person is instantly awake.

What the **** is a dream?

It's clearly a real story!

On the other hand, Feng Chenglin succeeded in one move, very proud, and clapped his hands.

"How is it? Third Young Master, this fact proves that there is nothing that can't be solved with one fist. If there is, then two fists..."

Ling Luoyu was too lazy to pay attention to him, turned around and walked towards the barrier, looking at the dancing red silk, thoughtfully.

"Do you think that the sacred stone in the Mo's ancestral hall is also such a ghost?"

"Definitely not!" Feng Chenglin denied it without hesitation: "If it's all such a ghost, does the Mo family still exist? Aren't they all overwhelmed by this thing? All turned into monsters?!"

Mo Xuanchen turned to Zhuge Dali and frowned, "Don't you know what this is?"

Zhuge Dali was still lingering in fear, and shook his head subconsciously: "How could I know this thing? This is the first time I saw it... Where did it come from?"