Wu Shengji stopped the carriage in an instant, his eyes turned to look strangely.

Xiao Dongzi suddenly understood, and quickly took his own mouth symbolically.

"Big brother, I was wrong... I swear, I won't ask again!!"

Wu Shengji rolled his eyes and drove on in the carriage.

"Little thing, go and prepare the seven poisons..."

"Seven poisons?!" Xiao Dongzi looked stiff: "Brother, what do you want to do with Qi poisons?! How poisonous that..."

Wu Shengji slapped his tongue unhappy, stared at him, but said nothing.

Xiao Dongzi slapped himself again, bowed his head angrily, and stopped asking.

Feng Chenglin frowned, wanted to step forward, but was afraid that it was not the right time to go, so he stood there a little nasty for a while.

But Wu Shengji was very polite to him, and strangled the carriage in front of him with a "call".

"Mr. Feng, can you figure it out?!"

"Haha..." Fengcheng Lin San smiled: "That...Banxia told me about the role of the big iron stove. I understand a little bit. It turns out that I have always misunderstood my husband... I'm sorry..."

He bowed sincerely.

Inside the carriage, Ling Luoyu opened his eyes instantly, her eyes fascinating.

"Fatty Wind?! Why is he here?"

With a move of thought, the foley sound became a line, calmly sent into Feng Chenglin's ears.

"Fatty Wind..."

"San Shao?!"

Feng Chenglin was bowing, and he almost jumped up as if he woke up instantly.

"what?!"

Wu Shengji was going to be polite, and who knew Feng Chenglin's voice gave him a daze.

"The Three Young Masters? What the Three Young Masters?!"

Before Feng Chenglin could finish looking around, Ling Luoyu's voice came into his ears again.

"Why are you anxious? You can't just listen to me to finish talking!?"

Fatty Feng hurriedly laughed and waved his hand haha.

"No, no, sir misunderstood me... the one I said... is my native dialect, and the consciousness is thank you... Just now, when I was excited, I told it..."

Feng Chenglin panted as if he was finished speaking, and sweat broke out on his back.

This excuse, the round one should be fine, right? !

If Wu Shengji picks out the problem again, then he has to continue to round up!

Knowing that Wu Shengji's thoughts were not on him, he said goodbye with a smile.

"Mr. Feng, please feel free. I will arrange for a patient first. When she is settled, we will talk carefully..."

"patient?!"

Feng Chenglin finally understood who the person in the carriage was, and regardless of whether Wu Shengji agreed or not, he opened the curtain with one hand.

Sure enough, Ling Luoyu was lying in the carriage.

Feng Chenglin almost lost his breath because of her blue-purple face.

"three"

Before the scream was over, Ling Luoyu's voice came into his ears again.

"To shut up!!"

Feng Chenglin suddenly stopped speaking, and immediately understood that Ling Luoyu was pretending, and after he let out a silent sigh, he didn't need Wu Shengji to ask any more, he had already explained automatically.

"This word... is also in my hometown, meaning...Oh, my God, why is it so scary...means!!!"

He gestured with both hands, grudgingly.

"Um...I think her face is a bit..."

Wu Shengji's eyes suddenly brightened, and he turned his head slightly: "Do you know her?"

"No, no, no, I mean her face looks a little scary...Look at that dead person..."

Wu Shengji didn't know whether it was a true believer or a false one. Anyway, he said "oh" with a smile.