"……I?"

Feng Chenglin looked into the distance and blinked.

"What I want to do most is probably to let those slaves go? So many lives are not suitable to be happy to be something for some people..."

Ling Luoyu nodded slightly: "Are you a gentleman?"

"Of course I'm not!" Feng Chenglin denied.

Just the next second, his expression suddenly froze.

"Three...seven..."

Turning his head slowly, he looked at Ling Luoyu, his eyes trembling.

"You...you mean?"

"You are not gentlemen, and you still have the consciousness of saving those lives and giving them freedom. Why can't a gentleman... be compassionate to others and give those slaves a way out?"

“…”

"What a gentleman wants is compassion and openness from the bottom of his heart, rather than deliberate publicity on certain things!"

"...San Young Master!" Feng Chenglin suddenly took two steps, shook his feet unsteadily, and slowly squatted down: "No wonder...No wonder I always feel that something is wrong, it turns out to be here..."

When he faced Zhou Yan, he always felt a strange feeling.

But he couldn't tell me what was wrong.

It is this strange feeling that makes him always feel awkward when facing Cheng Xue.

Thinking about it now, something is indeed wrong.

For a moment, cold sweat broke out on his back, wetting his clothes.

The cold wind blew, shivering in a shiver.

At that moment, my spirit was refreshed and my spiritual platform was clear.

"I...what's wrong with me?"

Feng Chenglin suddenly stood up, looked at his hands, and frowned.

"It seems... something is wrong!"

What's wrong, and I can't say it.

"You are brainwashed by others!"

"...brainwashing? Can the brain be washed?" Feng Chenglin quickly touched his head: "How did he take it out? Why don't I know at all?"

Ling Luoyu seemed to smile: "Your brother Zhou is not as weak as you see on the surface!"

People with disabilities will give people the first impression that they are in the disadvantaged group.

As long as people with a little conscience are faced with these people, they will always subconsciously feel sympathetic to such people.

"Dingmiao told me that Zhou Yan was the one he had met. Among his scheming, he was second only to Mo Xuanchen, and even I was not his opponent, so when I met him, I left a hand..."

Ling Luoyu pointed at his eyes and blinked.

"What did you see in my eyes?"

“…what? It looks good??”

“…”

Feng Chenglin embarrassedly: "You said it wrong? Then...eyeballs?"

"It's clear! You can see my eyes, even my emotions, but... I can't see through Zhou Yan!"

"...Zhou Yan?" Feng Chenglin recalled seriously: "You can't say it, it's true... Now if you think about it carefully, I'm really confused his eyes!"

Zhou Yan's eyes seemed to be swaying in front of his eyes.

But I don't know what's going on, but I can't see clearly.

"Zhou Yan should be proficient in psychological mythology... he can control a person's mind well, so that you can trust him and use it for him without realizing it... Take you as an example. Even I sold it. What about others? How much can they bear?"

Feng Chenglin was sweating coldly again: "I...I didn't seem to say anything about you... right?"

To be honest, Ling Luoyu said something so hard that he himself was not sure about it.
Chapter completed!