Liu Nian's pupils shrank suddenly, her eyes almost popping out as she roared, "Feng Lin, you're looking for death! Put it on for me!"
"You shout again!"
Feng Lin's hand grasped the trousers.
"I... I'm afraid of you, I was wrong, boss; hurry up and put it on!"
Liu Nian's eyes swept around fearfully, hoping no one would see this.
She could swallow her pride.
"This Formation is indeed good."
Feng Lin looked down at it and put on the clothes, "The shape is not bad either."
"You..."
Liu Nian bit her lip, not daring to say more.
While speaking, Feng Lin pulled on the clothes, which were just a virtual image.
There was no sensation.
Otherwise, he really would have wanted Liu Nian to take a good look.
"Boss, your Divine Counterattack should be able to take me out, right?"
Liu Nian walked over, looking at him without any guard.
She understood Feng Lin, this man had a strong confidence.
In front of her, he would definitely not launch a sneak attack.