Feng Chenglin quipped his lips: "San Shao, did you kill that old man?"
"I want to kill him, but I have to have a chance."
"What do you mean?"
"People are dead, but I didn't kill them..."
Feng Chenglin has a big brain hole: "Oh That's the old man who couldn't carry it by himself and committed suicide? "
Ling Luoyu:
Ya's dead fat man, you are really optimistic!
"Ling San!"
Qingyimin roars from the palace, grabs lingluoyu like a madman.
"I'll fight with you!"
Not waiting for him to get close to him, Feng Chenglin clapped it out and hit him.
"Are you a mad dog? Catch who and bite who?! That old man can't think of killing himself. What's the matter with us? "
Qing Yimin is defeated by a blow. He lies on the ground in despair, clenching his hands into a fist and thumping on the ground.
"Nonsense! My father is a needle in the back of his head. How can he commit suicide? "
"The back of the brain Middle needle?! What needle? "
Feng Chenglin looks at Ling Luoyu inexplicably.
"San Shao, what's going on here?"
Ling Luoyu sighed with a deep sigh, and her eyes flashed around her.
"Someone killed him!"
"Ah!" Feng Chenglin is more like a ghost.
There are few people who can kill people in front of Ling Luoyu.
Qing Yimin's wailing suddenly stopped and suddenly sat up.
"What did someone kill him?! You killed him
Feng Chenglin couldn't help kicking him over again.
"San Shao wants to kill people. Do you still need to talk with you in a word? She killed it, that's what she killed. If she didn't kill it, naturally it wasn't! "
Ling Luoyu is too lazy to explain with Qing Yimin, his black eyes squint and calls for the fat man.
"This man is killing people under my nose, but I don't know at all!! It means that his cultivation is so high that he is against the sky
"What about that?"
Feng Chenglin does not understand this truth.
Killing people in front of Ling Luoyu is very simple, but it is impossible to do it without being aware of the ghost.
He felt his neck in fear and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.