"But……"

Ling Luoyu interrupted him quietly: "By the way, I suddenly thought of a question... Since the treasure box in your temple is so effective, isn't there any thieves coming to steal it?"

"steal?"

"If someone stolen, wouldn't that delay the incense in your temple?"

"No..." Fan Le laughed and waved his hand indifferently: "Our treasure box is not that easy to move. Not to mention a thief, it's useless to come to an army!"

"Why?"

"Because it is protected!" Fan Le suddenly turned around and bowed devoutly to the ancient tree: "This ancient tree has been protecting the treasure box. As long as it is there, no one can steal the treasure box!"

"Is that true?" Ling Luoyu realized something, but pretended to be confused: "This tree is not alive, how to protect it? Could it be...can it still..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that Fan looked at her incorrectly.

"Master Fanle, why do you look at me like this?"

Seeing her, she seemed like a thief.

Sure enough, Fan Le frowned: "Why did you say that the treasure box is stealing? It's not... you are here to steal the treasure box, right?"

"Look at you, weren't we having a great chat just now? Why did we doubt me like this later?"

Ling Luoyu looked aggrieved, and he smacked his lips.

"My little master, you make me sad like this... I treat you with a gentleman's heart, but you save me with a villain's heart... Do you think I am like a thief?"

The thief is all the deer-headed and rat-headed eyes!

Is there a handsome thief as much as her?

With her capital, why are you still a thief?

Just find a rich rich sister and win the rest of your life without any struggle!

Fan was also a little embarrassed for a moment and stuttered: "I'm sorry, I...I don't mean that...I was...I suddenly thought of it, so I asked casually..."

After coughing twice, he sat down, embarrassed and embarrassed to say anything else.

He seemed to be the aggressive person.

Fortunately, Zhou Yan and Dingmiao walked out side by side and saw Fan, and were stunned for a moment.

Fan Le stood up with the flow: "Do you want to drink soup and tea? I'll cook it for you."

The two of them nodded in great cooperation, thanked each other, watched him leave, and sat down next to Ling Luoyu.

"Ask something?"

"There are some news, what are you? What did you find out?" Ling Luoyu looked behind the two of them: "By the way, where is the fat man? Why didn't you be with you?"

"He said he wanted to look around and maybe he could find something, so let's talk back first."

Ding Temple aimed quietly around and lowered its voice.

"However, I guess he will not see anything if he checks it out for a while..."

He and Zhou Yan looked around the treasure box, but found no suspicious points.

It is estimated that even if Feng Chenglin turned the treasure box temple to the sky, there might not be any result.

"Miss Ling, what about you? What news do you get?"

"It is said that this treasure box was originally related to a family named Zhao in Baobo City, but we still need to check carefully what it is..."

"Zhao?" Dingmiao was frowning.

Ling Luoyu and Zhou Yan looked at him at the same time: "Do you know?"

"...Our ancestor of the Miao family once received a disciple...the surname is Zhao!"
Chapter completed!