"That's good!"

Bo Yan nodded in relief, and his haggard hand gently covered the back of Mr. Tang's hand and gave a strong grip.

"As you said, if this kid is really stronger than us, then..."

Mr. Tang's pupils shrank, then he covered Yan Bo's hand, and he also gave a strong grip.

"What Bo Yan meant, I understand...I know what to do!"

Uncle Yan didn't say anything, but his eyes were murky and gloomy, but a layer of starlight appeared in an instant.

In the quaint town, Feng Chenglin is sitting in the open-air tea shed, watching the intersections around him from time to time.

"The Third Young Master... will nothing happen, right? Will Mr. Tang become so angry...kill her?"

All kinds of thoughts flooded his mind, making him feel uneasy on pins and needles.

"But now it's only a day in the past. If I go back to find her, if I miss her and miss it... Wouldn't it be more troublesome?! Forget it... I'll wait for her here..."

Feng Chenglin looked down and looked at the wooden bracelet on his wrist.

"This shit..."

It can't be taken off, and it's indecent with it, and it's uncomfortable to look at it.

"A big man, bring this stuff..."

Mouthful in his heart, he tugged his sleeve to cover the bracelet.

Suddenly--

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone watching him.

To be precise, he was observing the bracelet on his wrist.

With a movement in his heart, he suddenly looked up and met the man's gaze.

Suddenly, the man panicked, and the tea cup in his hand trembled suddenly, hot tea was spilled, and his teeth were hot.

Ignoring the wiping of the tea, he got up in a panic, left the bad money, and hurried away.

"Problem..."

Feng Chenglin muttered and sat down again to drink tea.

"Little Er, another pot of tea, two plates of dried fruit..."

He has already seen it. In this small town, this crossroad is the road after all.

As long as Ling Luoyu came here, he had to pass by here.

Therefore, he must sit here and wait.

Xiao Er brewed a new pot of tea for him and delivered it with a smile.

"Master, you have been sitting here for a day...Who are you waiting for?!"

Feng Chenglin was very anxious at this time, and there was no kung fu and the second nonsense.

He glanced at him and took the teapot angrily: "I like to watch the excitement!!"

The corners of Xiao Er's mouth suddenly twitched, and he nodded in a serene manner, "Then...you keep watching, keep on..."

This man looks like a dog, why is he speaking so aggressively? !

With a kind greeting, I was even blinded!

I knew it, he was in his tea, spitting out two mouthfuls of water!

Feng Chenglin poured a cup of tea, just about to drink, but reluctantly put it down: "Damn...Drink a lot of water, and more people go to this latrine..."

He took off his coat and threw it on the table, lest Ling Luoyu would miss his lavatory effort.

As soon as he turned around, he suddenly noticed that the atmosphere was a bit weak.

Around him, four or five people with different clothes were quietly surrounding him.

And all their eyes locked on him!

"Fuck... what do you mean!?"

Feng Chenglin suddenly stopped his steps, but did not move, but watched the few people vigilantly, and stepped back.

As soon as he retreated, several others quietly accelerated their pace.

"Damn, it really came at me..."

With a thought, he suddenly grabbed the shop's second child, almost hysterically shouting: "Where is the lavatory?!"