Chapter 4890: resentment

And now?
The big blood hole in the old treasurer's forehead is a proper bait, and it tempts those bloodthirsty guys to rush over desperately.
The big bat has completely entered the sight of both of them!
Judging from their craziness, it's like rushing to a feast for the rich.
"Fatty..."
Ling Luoyu lowered his figure slightly, preparing to fall into the water at any time.
As for Feng Chenglin, he also had his first experience. He was launched into the water beforehand, but only exposed his head, clinging to the wooden door.
"call……"
The first big bat flew over their heads without stopping at all.
Feng Chenglin looked at its figure, and met the unlovable look of the old shopkeeper behind.
"Come again..."
Damn it! !
The heart of the old shopkeeper is trampled by thousands of grass and mud horses!
Is it because his forehead has the words "good bully" written on it?
Otherwise, why did these big bats pass by Feng Chenglin and Ling Luoyu directly, and come at him?
But with the current things, he doesn't have time to think about other things at all!
The big bat arrived in front of him in no time.
No way, his hand loosened and sank into the water.
"Fuck..." Feng Chenglin suddenly yelled, "This guy entered the water, and after the big bats couldn't find the target, he must have targeted us again!"
The two of them didn't have any extra nonsense, they fell into the water decisively, and avoided the wooden door again.
really--
After the big bats circled over the head of the old shopkeeper, they circled Ling Luoyu a few times.
Seeing that it was really nothing delicious, this was the second turn of direction and flew back.
When the sound went away, Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin climbed up the wooden door again.
But when the old shopkeeper was about to come up, Feng Chenglin panted and waved his hand: "Old man, you still don't come up..."
The old shopkeeper's movements froze for a moment: "What?"
"You... don't come up!" Feng Chenglin pointed to his head: "The blood on your forehead is a bait... As long as the smell of blood spreads, they will come back again!!"
The old shopkeeper suddenly understood something, and subconsciously stroked the wound: "It's my blood..."
"It's your blood! It attracted those guys..."
"No wonder..."
He quickly tore off a piece of shirt and wrapped his head.
Feng Chenglin was speechless: "Those guys don’t rely on their eyes... if they can’t see your wounds, they won’t attack!! People smell them on your nose... As long as your body smells of blood, they will look for their targets. come!!"
The old shopkeeper wrapped his head, and roughly processed the wound on his hand: "I said that when those guys spoke, they came at me. It turned out to be because of the wound on my hand..."
He suddenly raised his head, with obvious resentment in his eyes.
"Mr. Ling, I'm all thanks to you...If you didn't hurt me with an axe, I wouldn't be where I am now..."
Feng Chenglin instantly became angry: "What's the matter with you? You can't tell the difference? The third master gave you an axe to reduce the target, and you hurt your hand. How can you blame others?! If so As for the son, from now on, let's go to the sky and walk on each side... You take your Yangguan Road, and we cross our single-plank bridge..."
"I...I didn't mean that!" The old shopkeeper's face instantly turned black and blue.