Princess Against the World

However, the three of them took a step back in tacit understanding, and no one stepped forward.

"Master Zhuge?"

"Are you OK?"

"What's wrong?"

"..."

Zhuge Dali's palm holding the stone gradually turned red, as if the stone was a red-hot iron, which branded his entire palm red.

In the face of the three people's questions, he did not answer.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't!

Because at this moment, the stone seemed to have a force tearing at him.

A force that wants to control him.

He is now vying for the control of his body with all his heart and strength, and he has no time to answer other people's questions.

"You guy... what's the matter?"

After all, Feng Chenglin didn't hold back his curiosity, he stepped forward suspiciously and was about to start, but Ling Luoyu grabbed his wrist.

"Don't touch him, look at his arm..."

Feng Chenglin was startled, and only then did he realize that on Zhuge Dali's arm, strands of red silk threads had sprung out strangely.

The thread is as thin as a hairspring, thinner than a hair.

If you don't look carefully, you won't find it at all.

"...What the **** is that?"

Feng Chenglin stepped back again and again in fear, and slapped himself subconsciously, for fear that the thing would get on his body.

"It looks horrible!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhuge Dali's expression suddenly became strange, he shouted "Wow", and immediately opened his mouth towards the top of his head.

The three looked up at the same time.

Nothing at all!

Looking at Zhuge Dali again, Feng Chenglin suddenly took a breath and got goosebumps all over.

"Fuck, is this... it's over?!"

I saw Zhuge Dali's mouth spread out countless tiny red threads.

The red silk seems to have life, and countless tentacles stick out of the mouth and spread around, as if looking for the next focus.

This bizarre scene made the three of them numb their scalps, and they slowly stepped back in a tacit understanding.

I don't know if I sensed the existence of the three people, the red silk suddenly came out of Zhuge Dali's mouth, quickly twisted into a rope, and spread rapidly in the direction of the three people.

Feng Chenglin got goosebumps all over, and quickly retreated: "Damn, what is this ghost doing?"

Mo Xuanchen noticed the difference: "It wants to get on us!"

Ling Luoyu then understood: "Don't move, stop and don't move, this thing should be like a bat, listen to the debate!"

Mo Xuanchen and Feng Chenglin stopped at the same time and stood there stiffly.

Sure enough, Hongsi lost the ability to distinguish and froze in the air.

The four of them, all wooden people, were motionless.

Feng Chenglin complained bitterly: "What is this? Can't we just stand like this?"

The next second, shut up immediately.

Ling Luoyu glared at him viciously, and silently warned him:...Shut up! !

To be precise, Hongsi's behavior is not really like that of a bat.

It should be using the vibrational changes in the air to identify prey.

Even the slightest voice may arouse its perception.

Mo Xuanchen moved quietly, took out the fire book from his sleeve, and glanced at the two of them.

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin both knew each other.

The moment he threw Huozhezi out, he suddenly retreated.

The sudden change of airflow caused the red silk to quickly capture the prey.