The corner of Feng Chenglin's mouth twitched: "Listening to this name...is enough to pull the wind!!"

While speaking, he also glanced at Ling Luoyu deliberately and lowered his voice calmly.

"San Shao...this kind of thing is just like everyone else..."

"Xuan Chen must have a reason for doing this!!" Ling Luoyu looked down slightly, and Danshui Wuhen said: "He is such a thoughtful person, he must know what he is doing..."

Mo Xuanchen said to her that it is necessary to maintain the existing balance of the Mo Family among the demons.

Taking him as a person, one would never fail to know what Gongsun Pound did.

Therefore, she did not want to intervene in this matter.

She didn't want to disrupt Mo Xuanchen's plan! !

Moreover, when Mo Xuanchen was about to leave, he repeatedly explained that he should not leave the Mo Family Hall as much as possible!

This means that he doesn't want her to interfere with some things about the Mo Family, and he doesn't even want her to know! !

Now, even if she knows, she can't intervene!

Otherwise, I'm afraid it will ruin Mo Xuanchen's major event.

"Fatty, clean up, arrange for the blind lunatic to stay, I will go back first..."

When Feng Chenglin saw her feeling bad, he responded without saying much.

Ling Luoyu cast his eyes down calmly, walked out of the restaurant, stood at the door and pondered for a long time before walking in the opposite direction of the Mo Family Hall.

She wanted to find out why Mo Xuanchen asked her not to leave the Mo Family Palace as much as possible.

Since coming to the ancient city of Mojia, Ling Luoyu has not come out alone.

When they were with Mo Xuanchen in the past, the two were so tired of being together all day, they couldn't think of anything else.

Now that he is not around, his perspective on the world will definitely be different.

The towering hall of the Mo Family Hall has disappeared from sight, and the original bustling streets have gradually become a little dilapidated.

It was getting late, and there was smoke from the mountains and forests in the distance.

Ling Luoyu's eyes were slightly drenched, and he walked towards where the smoke was.

There was no road in the woods. She searched for a long time along the smoke, only to see almost people scattered in the valley.

Disrupting his hair, Ling Luoyu picked up a dead wooden stick and walked to the nearest house tremblingly.

At the door of that family, two five or six-year-old children were driving the chickens back to the cage. When they saw Ling Luoyu, they were taken aback for a moment, and then ran to the thatched cottage.

"Grandpa, someone has come to our house..."

There was a rush of footsteps from the thatched hut: "Who, who is here..."

While talking, a gray-haired old man stepped out of the thatched hut, and when he saw Ling Luoyu, the hope on his face disappeared instantly.

Stunned for a long time, only then staggered over.

"This old man, what's the matter with you?!"

Lowering his figure, Ling Luoyu's voice was hoarse and weak.

"Brother, I was cutting firewood in front, but I don't know why I got lost... It's getting late now, I want to rest here with you and ask for a bowl of water!"

"Please... come in!"

The old man greeted Ling Luoyu to enter the house, and then greeted the two children to pour hot tea for her all night.

"Brother, I don't have anything to eat here. If you don't dislike it, just make a living with me..."

Ling Luoyu quickly got up and thanked him: "I have Brother Lao! It's not easy for me to have a sip of hot water, and I can't expect to fight for my ration!"

"Hehe, there is no ration, just a bowl of water..."

While talking, the old man actually took a scoop of water and walked to the kitchen.

After waiting for a stick of incense, Ling Luoyu fully understood the meaning of the old man's words when dinner was served.