Feng Chenglin talked for a long time before he found that Ling Luoyu had no reaction at all, and just stood there with frown on his brows.

He couldn't help but feel guilty: "San Shao, was it what I said... it was very idiotic?"

"No...but you woke me up..." Ling Luoyu raised his fingertips and smiled thoughtfully: "As the saying goes, there is no eternal enemy, why don't we turn this enemy into our own people?"

"Become your own person?" Feng Chenglin's eyes suddenly widened: "San Young Master, you have to think about it. If this Dingdang girl is really the Lord of God, then is she loyal to God? Or has she held some handle in the Lord of God? In short, she is not someone who can be easily won by you..."

"I know, so I don't plan to fight her completely, but... it's enough to not hurt us anymore!"

“…”

——

The cool breeze blew through the gaps in the window, brushing the jingling hair and falling on the cheeks.

With her eyebrows slightly moved, she instinctively brushed her hair with her hands and turned over.

Suddenly—

She opened her eyes with ease, sat up suddenly, and listened sideways.

"This is……"

A faint sound of shouting passed by my ears as the wind sounded.

"It seems... it's someone practicing..."

The rhythm of the shouting is steady, long and powerful.

From the sound, it seems to be quite far from where she is.

and--

“It’s a lot of people… together…”

Dingdang's eyes narrowed slightly, suddenly got up to put on his clothes, and silently opened the door.

After a look around alertly, he followed the sound and looked over.

The place where the shouting sound is in the hinterland of Beiluo Mountain, half a mountain from where she is.

After sinking into a rock, she looked out from a distance.

In the valley not far away, the torches were bright, illuminating half of the night sky.

In the fire, dozens of people sat on the ground, drinking and saying something.

And beside them, there are swords, guns, swords and halberds for practicing skills.

"They are resting..."

A small voice suddenly sounded in her ears, which made her body tremble all over and instantly opened her fist.

"who?"

"Shh, don't be so loud..."

On the tree on one side, a small figure appeared, pressing his fingertips against his lips.

"Sister Ling is right below. Her cultivation is very powerful. If she finds that we are peeping, it will be miserable!"

Dingdang looked at the fire alertly, slowly closed his fists, his eyes flashed, and said, "Who are you?"

"My name is Shang He, where are you?"

"Dingdang..."

"Oh, you're the jingling!"

Shang He turned over and flew down, his black eyes shining, and he looked at Dingdang excitedly.

"It's a little different from when I met you... You clean it like this, don't look much better at that time! No wonder I didn't recognize it at first glance!"

"You...oh..." Dingdang suddenly realized: "I understand, are you the girl who saved me with Mr. Feng?"

"Yes, yes, it's me!"

Shang He laughed and sorted out his hair.

"Sister Dingdang, they all say that you look the same as Fatty Feng's wife. It seems that Fatty Feng did not brag. His wife is really very good-looking..."

Dingdang rolled his eyes leisurely: "Miss Shanghe, why do you say such things too?"

Shang He's smile froze on his face: "Miss Dingdang, what do you mean?"
Chapter completed!