Chapter 241 The Wicked Still Need the Wicked to Grind

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes and said, "They didn't say that they were not allowed to eat meat. It just said that the food should be light, and add one meat every ten days! With your fat body, eating a little less can starve you to death?"

"You can't starve to death, but you're so greedy..."

For someone like Feng Chenglin who doesn't like meat, banning meat is definitely more torturing than cutting his meat.

While the two were murmuring, three figures flashed into the grotto.

"Okay, this is where the two of you live, take a rest first, and have lunch at noon!"

While speaking, the brown-robed disciple who led the way turned and left.

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin stared at the two people at the door.

These two are definitely the cutest height difference!

The figure on the left is like a giant tower, with strong muscles and dark complexion. He poked at the door and blocked most of the light.

And the people around him seemed to be a little over a meter tall. If it weren't for the beard on his face, he would have thought he was an underage child.

After looking around, Ling Luoyu noticed something strange.

The facial features of the two are very similar.

They all have piercing eyes, tall noses, thick lips, and especially the whiskers on that face, they are all the same.

The black tower man turned his eyes around, looked at the futon in the middle, strode over, and kicked away the basket above.

"Brother, you are here!"

This location is directly opposite the door, with good light and ventilation, it is an excellent location.

Originally, Ling Luoyu occupied the futon, but he was kicked away by others.

The big man in the black tower kicked her basket and threw away the burden Feng Chenglin had put on another futon.

"Brother, I'll sleep next to you, we two brothers together!"

Feng Chenglin's expression changed dramatically, Fang was about to go forward to make a theory, but was held back by Ling Luoyu.

"Forget it, if you don't live forever, why don't you sleep?!"

She picked up the bag and the basket with a smile, and pulled Feng Chenglin to the inside.

Du Kongli was full of schadenfreude: "The wicked still need the wicked to grind. This time I met a thorn in the head, don't you dare to mess with it?"

Ling Luoyu smiled evilly, "I don't dare to provoke him, but I dare to provoke you... Do you want to try?"

Du Kongli's smile suddenly subsided, and he shut up angrily.

Still no need!

As soon as Ling Luoyu put down the package, two people walked into the door one after another. One was white and had long hair. His face was pale and bloodless, and he looked sick.

The other one was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, but with an old-fashioned and unsmiling face, he was thin and thin.

The corners of Feng Chenglin's mouth twitched a little: "What is this? Small, sick, sissy girl... Isn't Luandao Academy a top academy? Why do you still accept these messy people?!"

The eyes of the crowd suddenly looked contemptuous.

Ling Luoyu moved to one side with an expression of "I don't know him".

please! !

Damn fat man, you are too embarrassed to look down on others with your own fat! ?

Judging from the cultivation of these people, except for Feng Chenglin and Du Kongli, everyone is above the Eighth Layer of Xuanba.

It's not bad that people don't look down on you, but you actually look down on others?

Just ask, why do you look down on others?

Is it because of your fat! ?

Coincidentally, Feng Chenglin didn't realize this.

"What are you looking at? Did this young master say something wrong? Look at you, how can you look like an elite talent? In this room, except for the three young masters, none of you are qualified to enter here..."

Ling Luoyu really wanted to slap him.

She is here to calm down, but he is afraid that the world will not be chaotic and push her to the cusp of the storm.

~~~Ask for a ticket~~~