Princess Against the World

"I said, don't talk about the useless ones here!" Lu Ming in the distance suddenly smiled coldly: "Do you understand my feelings now? You will be involuntary after being with this man for a long time. Being led by his nose, you will understand only after you leave him that some things are actually ridiculous, but you were deceived by him.

The God Lord pointed to Ling Luoyu: "What I said is sincere!"

"It's a coincidence, I am sincere, so let's come back and say a few words sincerely!" Ling Luoyu walked in and sat down on the side of the hot spring pool: "You want to talk to us first, how did you change? Is it like this ghost? Or tell us first, where is the real God Lord?"

"The place where the real divine lord lives, even if I tell you it, it's useless!" The divine lord seems to be very calm, and it seems that he has no intention of concealing it.

"Why is it useless?" Feng Chenglin was upset again: "That guy is not dead, right?"

"of course not!"

"Then we can go. As long as he doesn't die or go to the Yellow Springs of Hell, we can find him!"

"Isn't it?" The God Lord smiled and pointed to the top of his head: "You are afraid that you really can't go!"

Feng Chenglin followed his fingers and looked upward.

It was foggy and dark above, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Why? The **** of your house has gone to heaven?" Hehe smiled and twitched his mouth: "Didn't you say that he was not dead?"

"Of course he is not dead, this is there!" The divine lord still pointed to the top of his head.

"There is no way up there, right?" Feng Chenglin suddenly came up with a whimsical idea, his hands folded into his palms, and he suddenly patted upwards.

The heat was dissipated, revealing a dark roof covered with water droplets.

Feng Chenglin suddenly fought a cold war, and withdrew his gaze in fear: "You, don't let me see so many densely packed things, I look sick..."

His goose bumps are all coming out.

"I don't know, I thought your **** master died on it, hung it up, and dried it into a corpse!"

"The **** master has his own destination," the **** master pointed to the top of his head again: "So I said where he went, you can't go!"

"Why are you still pointing upwards?" Feng Chenglin glared at him angrily: "Isn't your **** master not on it? Oh, it won't be...God to heaven?"

His eyes became more subtle, and his voice became more admired.

"Could it be that your family's **** is reborn, becomes a god, and goes to the fairy palace... to become a god?"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Can your kid's brain be closed for a while?

If you are so unscrupulous, think about it, wait a while, and you will be able to send the gods to the imaginary Mars.

"Fairy?" The divine master said, and took a breath. He seemed to think about it seriously for a while, then smiled and shook his head: "Yes, fairy..."

"Divine lord won't really be a god?" Feng Chenglin blurted out, surprised.

Ling Luoyu's expression was even more surprised than him: "Dead fat man, I found that your current mouth is running in front, and your brain is chasing behind, right? You can't unite your head and mouth and fly together?"

"This, this is not what I said, he said it," Feng Chenglin said with a grievance: "It is obviously what he said, the **** is going to be a god..."