Chapter 4398: Feel bad

With so many people in the whole street, who is not good for this thief to steal, he wants to steal Luo Yu?
The little thief's footsteps froze abruptly, and the next second, he ran wildly on his back.
But how would Feng Chenglin let him escape and grabbed the back basket with one hand.
"stop!"
"Wow"
The back basket was torn open, and the contents fell to the ground.
When I look closely, it's just some tattered clothes and rotten straw.
Feng Chenglin couldn't catch it, and suddenly felt a little lost.
It was just a little thief, but he didn't catch it with one hand.
You're not polite at the moment, so he leaped up, hugged the little thief, and threw him back suddenly.
At the moment he was hugged, the little thief screamed instantly, and the one who lifted his arms and shook his legs wanted to shake Feng Chenglin away.
But how could his strength compete with Feng Chenglin.
Before struggling twice, he fell to the ground.
As he turned around, Feng Chenglin directly straddled him, pressing his left hand on his chest, his right fist suddenly raised and hit the little thief in the face.
"Fatty!"
Ling Luoyu's shout suddenly came into his ears, and Feng Chenglin's fists also stopped abruptly.
"call!"
The fist wind swept across the little thief's face, except for the messy hair covering his face.
"I fuck..."
Feng Chenglin jumped up as if he had seen a ghost, and dashed back several steps before he knocked over an old farmer carrying a pole before he stood there in shock.
"He He……"
He pointed his finger at the little thief, and he couldn't say the following.
"What is he? You haven't seen it before!"
Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes and motioned for him to pick up the old farmer who had knocked over.
Feng Chenglin didn't know how to apologize to the old farmer, until he left, he still felt that the three souls had flew two, only one was holding on.
The little thief on the ground was pulled up by Ling Luoyu and stood there rubbing his chest.
However, while rubbing, he stared at Feng Chenglin fiercely.
If his eyes could kill people, Feng Chenglin would now have a thousand arrows pierced his heart, and there would be no place to bury him.
Ling Luoyu tilted his head and looked at the little thief, then looked at the back basket on the ground: "Why are you doing this?"
The little thief squinted: "Does I know you?"
"We are somewhat fate...Shang He!"
"..."
The look of the little thief suddenly changed, his eyes widened in horror, his gaze wandered between Ling Luoyu and Fengchenglin, and his footsteps quietly retreated.
"Shang He? She... is Shang He?!"
Although Feng Chenglin was mentally prepared, he still felt that life would not be critical.
"This...this looks like something too!"
In Shanghe, there are people who are somewhat similar to Mo Xuanchen in the legend.
Of course, he and Xingjun are even more similar.
but--
He suddenly thought of a key point, suddenly looked down at his left hand, and shook it subconsciously.
That's right!
When pressing this little thief under his body just now, there seemed to be a little more in the palm of his hand.
It's just that the feel, like a steamed dumpling, is a lot worse than the wife's.
Feng Chenglin's head flew like an ego, he didn't even realize that Shang He was about to peel his skin and bones in his eyes.
Dead bastard!
After eating her tofu, she still looks so wretched!
If she weren't the opponent of these two people, she would have to maimed him no matter what.
"Who the are you?"
Shang He is like a cat whose tail is stepped on, full of hostility.
"If you don't tell the truth again, be careful that I'm not rude to you!"
"Shang He, my name is Ling Luoyu... When I was in the Yaoshan Sect, my name was..."
"It's you!"
Shang He suddenly screamed and jumped up, interrupting her in surprise.
"But I remember at that time, you weren't like this..."