There are so many people on the whole street, who is not good for this little thief to steal Ling Luoyu?

The little thief's steps suddenly froze, and the next second, he ran wildly with his backpack on his back.

But how could Feng Chenglin let him escape? He grabbed the backpack with one hand.

"stop!"

"Crash"

The basket was torn apart and the things inside fell all over the floor.

When you look closely, there are only some ragged clothes and rotten straw.

Feng Chenglin couldn't catch him and felt a little embarrassed.

Just a little thief, he didn't catch it.

He was not polite at the moment, and he jumped up, hugged the thief with his waist, and threw him backwards.

The moment he was hugged, the little thief screamed instantly, shaking his arm and legs, trying to shake Feng Chenglin away.

But how could his power compete with Feng Chenglin?

Before he could struggle a few times, he fell to the ground.

As soon as he turned his body, Feng Chenglin stepped directly onto him, pressed his chest with his left hand, and raised his iron fist with his right hand and hit the thief in the face.

"Fat man!"

Ling Luoyu's shout suddenly came into his ears, and Feng Chenglin's fist also stopped suddenly.

"call!"

The fist wind swept across the thief's face, unless his face was covered with messy hair.

"Fuck..."

Feng Chenglin jumped up like a ghost, rushed back several steps, knocked over an old farmer carrying a shoulder pole, and then stood there in a daze.

"He...he..."

His finger pointed at the little thief, stuttering and unable to say the following words.

"What's him? You haven't seen him before!"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes and signaled that he could see the old farmer who was knocked up to help him up.

Feng Chenglin didn't know how he apologized to the old farmer. Until he left, he felt that the three souls had flew, and only one was holding on.

The little thief on the ground had been pulled up by Ling Luoyu and stood there rubbing his chest.

However, he was rubbing and staring at Feng Chenglin fiercely.

If the eyes could kill people, Feng Chenglin would be now a place where thousands of arrows could be penetrated, and he would not be buried.

Ling Luoyu tilted his head and looked at the little thief, then looked at the basket on the ground: "Why did you get so good?"

The little thief glanced sideways: "Do I know you?"

"We are a little destined...Shang He!"

“…”

The little thief's expression suddenly changed, his eyes widened in horror, his eyes wandered between Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin, and his steps quietly retreated.

"Shang He??She...is Shang He?!"

Although Feng Chenglin was mentally prepared, he still felt that life would not be a critical hit.

"This...it looks so similar!"

Shang He, the legendary Mo Xuanchen has a somewhat similar person.

Of course, it is similar to Xingjun.

but--

He suddenly thought of a point, and suddenly looked down at his left hand, and subconsciously squeezed it.

That's right!

When I pressed this little thief under me just now, there seemed to be something more in my palm.

But the touch felt like a small bun was a lot worse than the ones I came from with my wife.

Feng Chenglin let his head fly and he didn't realize that Shang He was going to slash his bones at all.

Dead bastard!

After eating her tofu, she still looked so naughty!

If she hadn't been the opponent of these two, she would have to crippled him no matter what.

"Who are you?"

Shang He was like a cat with a trampled tail, full of hostility.

"If you don't tell the truth, be careful I'm not polite to you!"

"Shang He, my name is Ling Luoyu... When I was in Yaoshan Sect, my name was..."

"It's you!"

Shang He suddenly screamed and jumped up, interrupting her in surprise.

"But I remember that at that time, you were not like this..."
Chapter completed!