Ling Luoyu sat down half kneeling beside him and looked at the past along his line of sight: "is there any difference between your present vision and the scope of vision just now?"
Feng Chenglin is now blood rushing to the forehead. His head is buzzing. His face is red and his eyes are swollen with hyperemia.
"San Shao, seriously, I didn't find any change..."
Ling Luoyu couldn't help but sink his eyes: "shouldn't be..."
There must be a reason for that.
"What shouldn't be? What I can see now is exactly the same as what I saw just now..."
Feng Chenglin complains. He really doesn't understand what he wants to see.
"The boat, the fire, the black hole The people of Eh... "
His voice suddenly changed and his eyes were wide open.
"Three little, three little, look The people inside, the people in the black hole, are going out No, they are walking outside No, it's on our side... "
The more he said, the more wrong Feng Chenglin looked.
Speaking of later, almost hysterical in the roar, as if to see something terrible.
Ding temple looks along his sight, the lip corner smoked: "what are you talking about?"
What's going out there?
What's going out?!
What he saw was no different from what he had seen before.
Ling Luoyu looked at the black hole thoughtfully and did not speak.
These two people's cloud light breeze light, let the wind into the forest is not calm.
The blood went up, and his head seemed to burst open.
"Can't you see the obvious picture? Are your eyes two holes
After that, he couldn't help but turn over and fall, pointing to the black hole.
"Look, look for yourself, over there..."
His voice suddenly stopped and his expression became extremely unnatural.