"He can no longer stay here! The ** village has been demolished, don't you know?" The waiter handed the dishes in front of him and gently put them down: "It used to be very lively here, but now it's all cold!"

"Then do you know where he went?" Lu Zian asked quickly. He really didn't find these on the Internet.

The waiter looked at them: "Who's out to play? What's the point of diabolo? Why don't you go to the city to see something else? If you insist on finding him, then walk forward. After passing this area, there is a scenic area in front of you. Now diabolo is living in that area."

So, after dinner, they set off again, traveled and turned to several places, and asked all the way. It was only at 3 o'clock in the afternoon that they finally found Mr. Zhang's residence.

This is a small farmhouse yard with stone walls, three layers of tiles on it, and the house is also made of stone, with no locks, the yard is cleaned clean, and there are many old bamboos in the corners of the walls, which are neatly stacked.

"Is anyone at home?" Chen Mange stood at the door and said loudly: "Is Mr. Zhang at home?"

Before he finished speaking, the sounds of the room suddenly stopped.

A hoarse voice came: "Who is that?"

A few seconds later, a hunched and thin figure appeared at the door, squinting his eyes and looking at them against the light.

Lu Zi'an walked over with a smile and said in a cold voice: "I guess you are Mr. Zhang, right? Hello, I have long been interested in Daming. My surname is Lu. This is my girlfriend. We are very interested in Diabola and are here to visit you."

"Oh, I'm here to see Cambola." Mr. Zhang coughed, and turned half bent over and said, "It's all, just watch it."

Looking up, there were diaboloss everywhere in the room.

On one wall, a painting of calligraphy and painting with vigorous writing attracted Lu Zi'an's attention.

Good word!
Chapter completed!