Lao Yu took advantage of the opportunity to get up and bowed to the white-haired old man in the lead: "Zhaizhu Li!"

"Old Fish Messenger, I'm here to do it!"

"You are polite to Master Li Village. I, Lao Yu, are just doing my job. How dare you say the word "Lao"?"

The old fish was kind and pointed at the fisherman.

"The old rules, after the mountain is opened, she will pray here for three days. During this period, please ask the leader of Li to follow the old rules..."

"Old rules!" The leader of the village suddenly grabbed Lao Yu's wrist and repeated again with a serious expression: "Old rules, old rules!"

The last boy turned his head curiously, looked at the two of them in confusion, and approached the people around him: "Uncle Fourth, what are they talking about? What are the old rules?"

The man glanced at him sideways and lowered his voice: "For you and me, standing still, just watching, just listening, just being the old rules!!"

The boy pouted his lips and was unhappy: "Uncle Fourth, you're afraid you don't know, right?"

"Your fourth uncle, I am not the boss. Your father will take over the future of the Li family. If you are curious about what the old rules are, then ask your father!"

"My dad?"

The boy raised his head, glanced at his father, curled his lips, and shook his head.

"Then let it go. Like his grandfather, he is always a tight-lipped person and doesn't even say anything. It's useless to ask if he asks!"

"Then do you have so much nonsense?"

"...I'm not expecting to know something from your mouth?"

"Your fourth uncle, I know how to eat, drink, sleep with women, and I don't know anything else. I don't have to ask me about the Li family anymore!"

The boy glanced at the man sideways, curled his lips, withdrew his gaze, rolled his eyes: "Don't you want to say it, do you?"

"... Just pretend I don't want to say it!" The man was very confident and directly argued.

The expression of "what can you do to me" made the boy angry.

"Okay, if you don't say it, just pretend I didn't say anything!"

The uncle and nephew looked at each other, raised their eyebrows, and were both a bit arrogant.

After Lao Yu finished his work, he said goodbye to the people from Lijiazhai one by one.

Dingmiao frowned: "What are we doing now? Should we keep up with Lao Yu, or wait to see this man and woman singing something else??"

"Don't you take back the shrine of your Miao family?" Ling Luoyu signaled with his eyes, with a bit of joking.

Dingmiao saw a strange color from her eyes: "What do you mean? Just like that... I'm going to grab it?"

The fisherman is still watching!

"This is not robbery, it is stealing!" Ling Luoyu thought: "Stealing openly!"

Isn’t it open to steal a fisherman here?

Dingmiao understood what she meant and immediately smiled: "You are going to blame the fisherman!"

"Who told them not to let us come up?"

If they come up and lose things, they will get rid of their relationship.

The key now is that no one of them is present.

Even if you doubt, you can't doubt them.

"So, misfortune is the basis of good fortune, and good fortune is the basis of bad fortune... Miss Ling, you have thought of this a long time ago, right?"

Dingmiao suspected that when she was driven away, she thought of this step.

Ling Luoyu did not comment and curled his lips: "Is there any difference between what I just thought and what I just thought?"

Anyway, the results are the same!

Ding Temple also couldn't wait to smirk: "Then let's do it!"

With Ling Luoyu's skills, it is easy to "steal" the tower god.

But--

The smile in Ling Luoyu's eyes gradually restrained.
Chapter completed!