Even if Ling Luoyu doesn't answer, he can guess it--

Because on the table, the gold coins that Ling Luoyu put down were exactly the same as Feng Chenglin's gold coins!

"Heartbroken..."

With eyes rising, Ling Luoyu stared at Fengchenglin.

"You were poisoned while eating... Then..."

Following Feng Chenglin's gaze to the door, she understood something.

At this time, Dingmiao also recovered, followed her sight, and suddenly turned to look around.

"Here... why is there no one?!"

Although it was past the meal time, the small noodle restaurant was quiet and unusual.

In the entire store, only Feng Chenglin was eating, and he was still eating.

Ling Luoyu walked to the door: "The fat man was frozen... because he was poisoned when he was eating noodles! And what attracted his attention when he was eating noodles... was because someone came in..."

She stood at the door and walked in step by step.

Dingmiao suddenly realized, following her figure, she looked in the direction of the back kitchen: "Miss Ling..."

If Ling Luoyu's guess is true, then the Broken Heart Red should be in the back kitchen at this time.

Because there is the only outlet among the noodle restaurants.

Ling Luoyu kept walking and opened the curtain of the back kitchen.

Behind the curtain, there is a long and dark corridor, silent and empty.

The divine consciousness passed, Ling Luoyu's lips gave a thin smile, and walked in.

"You are here to guard him..."

Dingmiao couldn't help but to keep up, subconsciously looked towards Fengchenglin, and finally stayed in cooperation.

There are several rooms on both sides of the cloister.

Ling Luoyu didn't stop at any time, and went straight to the last door.

The wooden door was half open, revealing a gap, and there was a faint "crack" of flames.

Pushing the door softly with her fingertips, she saw a slender figure in front of the stove.

A bright red cloak swayed to the ground, with long black hair scattered on his back, covering half of his face.

And in front of the cutting board not far away, a man was cutting something with a knife. It was the coachman Ling Luoyu met on the road to ask for directions.

Seeing Ling Luoyu, the coachman's expression suddenly appeared, and he suddenly looked at the woman in front of the stove.

"Red girl..."

Heartbroken's fingertips moved slightly, pinching a firewood and turning around.

When he saw Ling Luoyu, his stunning face was also slightly startled: "It's you...you..."

She slowly got up, smiled and threw down the firewood, and retreated two steps playfully.

"you will not"

The people up and down looked at Ling Luoyu three or four times before laughing out loud.

"You are a female!?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes moved slightly: "What? Your poison... only works on men!?"

"Haha..."

Heartbroken suddenly pointed to her cheek and smiled at the driver behind.

"Su Zhong, did you see her face? The disguise is so vivid, even I hide it... You said, if I made such a human skin mask, would it not provoke the prying of those stinky men? Up?!"

Su Zhong answered in his throat, and the hand in his hand fell down.

In the sound of "click", a pig bone was chopped into two pieces.

"A good girl, but you have to dress up like this... There must be a problem!"

The heartbroken smile abruptly closed, the fingertips curled up a strand of long hair on his chest, playing with the fingertips amorously, his eyes stared at Ling Luoyu ruthlessly.