That moment of rage, it seems to be to suppress his reason, let him regardless of the consequences of the hands.
Now I think of it --
"this is a little bit of a small thing, not to say it's a start Even anger is not worth it! I How about me? "
His face became alarmed, and his eyes were flustered.
"Mr. Ling, you say Am I evil? "
Feng Chenglin white eye: "you You should really listen to it and explain it to yourself?! Return to evil Why don't you say you're poisoned? "
"Poisoning?" The old shopkeeper laughed bitterly: "I'm really disappointed that I'm poisoned. At least it can detoxify But if you get hurt... "
He looked around, inexplicably desperate.
"I don't know how to solve it..."
"What's the solution? Maybe we're all trapped here Sooner or later, it's a death. What's the solution? "
Feng Chenglin looks at the old shopkeeper unhappily. After all, he still doesn't pursue his irrationality just now.
"If you want me to say, it's better to be really in a bad mood and be trapped here, rather than die clearly..."
He seemed to think of something and suddenly looked at the dagger in his hand.
"San Shao, do you think we should find a place to get a tombstone for ourselves? Or write a travel note for yourself Let later people know that the three of us have been here, only trapped to death! I just saw it all This ghost place is as empty as it is. It's not even human. It doesn't even have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone If it wasn't for the broken tables and chairs, I would have doubted that this place had been lived by people! "
“……”
Wind into the forest of broken read complaints, let Ling Luoyu's heart suddenly jump.
"Fat man We checked in the hall just now. What did we find?