Ling Luoyu got up and added firewood, and lay back.

Xuwu: "Master, can you... just look at the salty fish and continue to lie down?"

"Zhangyang Zhenren is not in a hurry, why are you anxious?"

Anyway, Changyang Zhenren needs her and will not let her die, and the shadows cannot sit idly by.

It's just a matter of time to go out.

At this time, you can have a chance to salt the fish, so you can enjoy it more, why not do it?

He turned over happily: "Oh, it's a pity, I don't have a cell phone... Otherwise, how comfortable it would be to watch the show and roast the fire?"

Suddenly—

"ah……"

A faintly, a man's scream came vaguely.

Immediately afterwards-

"ah……"

Another scream.

Ling Luoyu sat up and listened: "What happened to Shao Huanyang?"

Not so?

That is the disciple of the Lord of God. When it comes to cultivation, what can happen if she is far above her?

Besides, Changyang Zhenren still needs him to be the key. How could he watch something happen to him when he opens the barrier of Baobo Temple?

Just wondering—

"How are you?"

"I'm not dead yet, where are you..."

"I'm fine, either... flesh-harm...what is this?"

"How do I know?"

“…”

Xu Wu's face was very bad: "Why does this sound... sound so familiar?"

Ling Luoyu narrowed his eyes: "Don't it feel familiar? It's Fatty and Ding Temple!!"

“…”

Amid the dark "rustling" sound, Feng Chenglin and Ding Temple had an unprecedented panic.

This has nothing to do with life and death, but the fear of darkness that bursts out from the heart!

Feng Chenglin lit a torch and gave a temple to Ding Temple: "I guess, the woman is right, the third young master is really trapped here..."

Dingmiao glanced at the mud and water all over his body, and stomped his feet with hatred: "Damn it, we two can even be humiliated by someone!"

"No wonder," Feng Chenglin was not as angry as him: "Our people are someone who can make the three young masters secret, so it's not embarrassing!"

The rustling sound is getting closer and closer.

Holding the torch, Ding Temple suddenly screamed strangely: "What is this?"

Looking along his gaze, Feng Chenglin's face was not good: "It looks...it's something that will be fatal!"

The two looked at each other, turned around tacitly, and ran away.

The insect shadow "rustled" and moved quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they caught up with the two of them.

In an instant, a needle-like pain spread on the skin of the two people.

Especially when I was in the temple, I screamed in pain: "What the hell is this... the bugs are bugs, they are drilling into my wound..."

Hell, what the hell is this?

There was a wound on his arm that was scratched by a branch when he fell down just now.

Originally, the wound was not very serious, but it was just a layer of oily skin, but now it has become a feast for these little bugs.

They were densely packed and formed in groups at the wounds of Ding Temple, as if they were rushing to suck blood.

"That's a fuck..."

Feng Chenglin rushed over, slapped him with a slap, regardless of the small insects on his body.

"ah……"

He and Ding Temple shouted at the same time.

Looking back, his palm and Ding Temple's arms seemed to be blown by high-pressure iron sand, and small honeycomb-shaped wounds were blown out.

And what about those little black bugs?

Safe and unharmed.

Moreover, because of the more bloody smell, they rushed towards the two of them even more crazy.


Chapter completed!