"wrong?"

Ling Luoyu smiled slightly and looked at Feng Chenglin with playful eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Chenglin ignored her joke and frowned seriously: "These people are all in a mess... Look at their clothes, no one is neatly crafted, no one is ragged, and some people have dried blood on their bodies..."

"It's not bad, you can tell it all?!"

Ling Luoyu smiled evilly and picked up two bowls of noodles, blinked his left eye at Feng Chenglin.

"Now I know, it's good to open this small noodle restaurant?"

Feng Chenglin suddenly realized and looked at her back and couldn't help but open his mouth.

When she turned back, she shook her head and whispered: "Did you... have already planned it?"

"What do you think?"

This is a game she set up, and she knows best whether there are any secrets in it.

Instead of going in and taking risks, it is better to make arrangements outside and wait for the temple to take the bait.

It was late at night, but everyone had no intention of dispersing.

After drinking, the hostility seems to be less obvious.

As the laughter was heard, the atmosphere in the tent became more and more warm.

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin curled up next to the stove, looking at the people laughing and laughing.

"Fatty, did you tell the secret heart of the Miao family?"

Feng Chenglin's eyelids became longer and longer, and slowly closed: "Yes..."

"What's it?"

"...I don't know...you ask them..."

Ling Luoyu frowned: "When we were protecting the wind, we didn't say anything about our secret heart!"

She didn't even know what the secret of Miao family was!

Why did this suddenly appear?

Is it spreading rumors or is it that the Miao family really has this thing?

The morning sun shone through the gaps in the tent and pierced into Feng Chenglin's eyes.

He turned his head suddenly, avoiding the dazzling light, and slowly opened his eyes.

Ling Luoyu didn't know where he went. Except for a man sitting alone in the tent, the others had long disappeared, leaving only a mess in the ground.

"Finally left..." Feng Chenglin rubbed his neck and stood up.

That night, I was so tired of sleeping.

The man at the table heard the movement and slowly turned his head, looking at him from his broken hair.

"A bowl of noodles!"

"Hold on!"

Feng Chenglin still has to play the role of a waiter in his heart.

He opened the stove and started cooking. He laid a bowl of noodles for the man, and yawned and sent it over.

"Customer..."

The man suddenly took action, locked his wrist with one hand, and pinched his throat fiercely.

"Bang!"

Feng Chenglin was pressed on the table but did not fight back.

A bracelet that made him familiar with was revealed on the man's wrist.

"Ding the temple?"

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the dirty face in front of him, and thrust his mouth.

"You're too dirty!"

Dingmiao didn't expect that the other party could see his identity at a glance, and the murderous sarcasm suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Look for you!"

Feng Chenglin patted his arm and tried to make himself more comfortable.

"Be gentle, strangle me to death..."

Dingmiao's hands were even more powerful: "Tell me, who are you?!"

"boom!"

The beast-shaped power on Feng Chenglin suddenly rose and instantly broke through Ding Temple.

Ding Temple took two steps back and looked up and down in disbelief: "You... are Brother Feng?"

"Ha, it seems that this technique is rare for me to see!

Feng Chenglin grabbed the noodle bowl, sat down at the table, and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have recognized me so quickly!"

Dingmiao frowned and looked around: "Why are you here alone? Where is she?"
Chapter completed!