Chapter 4864: A difference

"I'm afraid of you..."
Feng Chenglin roared and strode towards the old shopkeeper.
As for the old shopkeeper, he seemed to be waiting for Feng Chenglin to start his hand, and he couldn't help but drew a fierce sharp dagger in his hand, slashing Xiang Feng Chenglin's chest.
"Fuck..." Feng Chenglin's pupils shrank suddenly.
This old man is a killer move at first hand!
It's exactly the kind of resentment to deal with the enemies of Miemen!
With his fists raised, he confronted with beast-like power unceremoniously.
"Stop it!" Ling Luoyu sank and drank, suddenly raising his hand, with gentle force, easily scratching the two of them.
With staggered footsteps, the two of them withdrew two steps at the same time, sinking and standing still.
"Old man, what's the matter with you? Isn't it a bit...too irritable?" Ling Luoyu's eyes turned slightly, and he looked at the old shopkeeper with a smile.
The old shopkeeper held a dagger in his hand, as if he was also a little confused: "I..."
He shook his head abruptly. He just woke up from his dream, and he looked down at the dagger in his hand.
With a sound, the dagger landed.
‘I...what's wrong with me? "
Feng Chenglin rolled up his sleeves angrily: "What's wrong? What's wrong with you..."
He sipped fiercely and gestured at the dagger fiercely.
"You want this thing to kill me! Why? Now pretending to be confused, pretending not to know what happened?"
"I……"
"Don't tell me, you didn't know what happened just now, and you did something you didn't know..."
"I..." The old shopkeeper wanted to explain something for himself, but he seemed to feel a little futile and didn't know how to say it for a while.
"Fatty!" Ling Luoyu pressed Feng Chenglin and walked towards the old shopkeeper: "Old man, do you...do you feel any discomfort in your body?"
"Uncomfortable?" The old showcase suddenly raised his head, looked at Feng Chenglin in a daze, and shook his head: "No...nothing? What's the matter?"
Listening to this, it seems that what he is doing now has something to do with his body.
"Mr. Ling, you...what do you mean? I...Is something wrong with my body?"
He looked terrified, as if at a loss.
"It's okay, just seeing your sudden change in temperament, it seems a bit violent... That's why I wondered if something happened to you! Otherwise... how could you be so angry?"
"Yes...Yes..." The old shopkeeper also realized that something was wrong: "I...what's wrong with me?"
His eyes flickered, looking at Feng Chenglin with a slightly different color.
"Mr. Wind, I... I was really..."
"Stop it!!" Feng Chenglin raised his hand fiercely, raised his foot to pick up the dagger on the ground, and held it back in his hand: "I gave you the function of the dagger to defend yourself, but it wasn't for you to kill me..."
The old shopkeeper’s face was instantly blue and purple: "I... I really didn’t know how I could be like that just now! It seems... as if my head is suddenly hot, blood is surging, and it seems that I am about to spit out the bad breath from my heart... …It happened to be..."
He lowered his head embarrassingly in time, and his voice was almost whispering.
"At the time, when you said something like that, I... I don't know what's wrong, I can't stand it... let's do it!"
Ling Luoyu frowned slightly: "So, when you do it, you don't completely lose your consciousness and let other thoughts dominate?"
The old shopkeeper suddenly raised his hand: "I...I was conscious at the time, but I didn't know what was going on... I just wanted to... want to..."