Ling Luoyu's lips curled slightly, and he smiled and said, "Maybe when he comes back, he can really get a live beast to improve our supper."

"There will be no living beasts here!" Mo You bit the cake, but his eyes looked at the stone statue: "What kind of person is he who is coffined inside?"

Just now, all of them were looking for the Soul-Leaving Stone.

I didn't care much about the stone statues and coffins.

Now that we have food, drink and time, we have curiosity.

"Your Madam You, we are almost the same when we ask you. Is this your ancestor? Why did you come back and ask us?"

"If I knew, would I ask you?" When I thought of something, Mo Youyou looked at Ding Temple and sat upright: "By the way, isn't this stone statue also a masterpiece of your Miao family? Why..."

"Don't ask me!" Dingmiao was choking with a bite of cake and stretched his neck to swallow: "The Miao family's inheritance has, but it is all the memories of generations. Some things can only be passed down by the inheritors if they participate in or know some things... But they are all major events, your stone statue... is too small."

Most of the inheritance of the Miao family is technically.

As for some legends and other things, it is just a legacy of the ear.

Maybe remember, maybe not.

If you want to search for those memory inheritances that you may not remember, it will consume a lot of his energy.

"Bang!"

Something fell from the hole, and everyone was shocked to get up quickly.

Only Ling Luoyu sat calmly.

Under dusk, a dark object was lying on the ground.

You come and jump down.

Feng Chenglin's sharp-eyed eyes: "Why do I look like... two pheasants?"

The temple was a little unclear, so: "Didn't it say...is this the gate of hell?"

Why are there still pheasants?

Mo You and Pi Rong were also confused and looked at Jun Lai carrying two flower pheasants over.

"Young Master, where did you get this?"

"There is this thing here?"

Jun Lai threw the thing down: "Don't worry about where I got it. Didn't you say you want to drink soup? The chicken soup is the most nourishing. Who will clean it up?"

"I'll do it!"

Pi Rong quickly took the pheasant, pulled out the knife, and went outside the hole.

Feng Chenglin looked at Ling Luoyu thoughtfully.

From beginning to end, she was calm.

It seemed that Jun came to get two pheasants, which was as expected by her.

While several people were going to see the pheasant plucking feathers, he approached Ling Luoyu.

"I said, Mr. San... tell me the truth, you can't give that guy's pheasant, right?"

"What do you think?"

"I just said, there is not even a ghost shadow in this ghost place, where does the pheasant come from?"

Even if there are pheasants, their wings can probably be swallowed by marshmallows.

"But haven't you been here all the time? Why did I go out if I haven't seen you..."

Ling Luoyu looked sideways and curled his lips with fun: "Do I have to deliver two pheasants to his hands in person?"

She just threw two pheasants there in advance on the way you must come back.

"San Young Master, I'm convinced you!"

Feng Chenglin laughed and took out the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and waited happily for the pheasant to put it in the pot.

With delicious food, wine is naturally indispensable.

Feng Chenglin took out the wine again, and the group drank with a happy and harmonious atmosphere, and the relationship seemed to be one step closer.

Yan Ziyue shied and said that she was uncomfortable and did not drink alcohol. She just ate very little things and went to bed first.
Chapter completed!