Princess Against the World

Feng Chenglin followed her gaze and looked at it: "...Three young masters?"

What is she looking at?

He raised his right hand and shook it in front of her.

"Three young masters, am I talking to you?"

Ling Luoyu slapped his hand away: "Have you seen the nine-headed dragon? Its eyes, the eyes you look at..."

"What's so good about that guy's eyes? They're not a baby!"

If it was a baby, Gu Lan would definitely wave his hand and take the eyes of the nine-headed dragon long ago.

"Our focus now is on the belly of the nine-headed dragon, on Gu Lan's hands, not his eyes. What is so good about the eyes?"

That's how it was said, but Feng Chenglin still couldn't help looking at the eyes of the nine-headed dragon.

"Besides, he has so many heads and so many eyes, which one do you show me?

Looking around, Kazilan's big eyes, which are all nine-headed dragons, are poured out.

What can I see?

"This guy is a community, even if he has nine heads, all his eyes represent only one emotion!"

Ling Luoyu's voice was cold, and his eyes were solemn.

"No matter which head you look at, the result is the same. Now, looking at its eyes, you tell me, what do you see?"

Feng Chenglin didn't dare to make a joke anymore, and stared at the eyes of the nine-headed dragon attentively.

Looking at it, his brows frowned.

"How do I feel... this guy is in pain and scared... is he scared?"

The soul blade penetrated through its body, drilled out, hacked so many knives back and forth, and dropped its head one by one, without feeling the fear of the nine-headed dragon.

Now, it's just that Gu Lan's hand is stuck in his stomach, why are you so scared?

"Fatty, didn't you find it?" Ling Luoyu gave him a meaningful look: "This nine-headed dragon's attitude towards Gu Lan and his attitude towards us are completely two extreme worlds!"

With that said, Feng Chenglin also felt something was wrong: "...Yes, it's not right..."

When treating the two of them, the nine-headed dragon was like seeing the enemy who had scratched his family's ancestral grave.

But in the face of Gu Lan, she is docile and docile like a little cat.

Even with his shot, the nine-headed dragon didn't struggle a bit, just letting his hand obediently penetrated its stomach.

"Could it be Gu Lan... brainwashing the nine-headed dragon so that it is so obediently? Isn't it right, Gu Lan hasn't said anything since he left..."

Gu Lan started with hands-on.

And it's the one who has the winning ticket and has a clear mind.

"Gu Lan seems to know that the nine-headed dragon won't resist him, so before he did it, he didn't even have the power to defend..."

Feng Chenglin felt strange as he spoke, and a very unreliable thought popped out of his head.

"San Young Master, do you think Gu Lan is an old acquaintance with the nine-headed dragon?"

Ling Luoyu looked at him quickly, thoughtfully: "...an old acquaintance?"

"Isn't it just an old acquaintance? Look at the nine-headed dragon and Gu Lan's eyes are scared, but they don’t mean to resist? If it’s not an old acquaintance, how could you be so obedient and motionless, just let it go. Where is Gu Lan messing around?"

You know, just before Gu Lan's arrival, the nine-headed dragon seemed to be beaten up with chicken blood.