Ling Luoyu raised her eyebrows and raised her hand to greet: "Here!"

Feng Chenglin's clothes were slightly messy, his hair style was messed up, and there was a red mark on his right cheek, as if someone slapped him.

"Boss, let's have another bowl of mutton soup...remember not to add spicy!"

"Little brother, in this cold weather, it's nice to have something spicy..."

"Stop spicy... My brother is so angry, I'm afraid he will erupt if he eats spicy!"

Old Chen glanced at the wind into the forest, and entered the kitchen with a smile.

After Feng Chenglin sat down and said nothing, he poured a cup of herbal tea in a muffled voice and poured his head up.

His face was blue and purple, as if holding his stomach, he put down the tea cup heavily.

"What? I was beaten by someone?"

Before Ling Luoyu's ridiculous smile came out, Feng Chenglin looked sideways, his eyes sharp.

"San Shao, I'm taking a breath for you!"

"...What's my business? I'm drinking lamb soup here..."

"If it wasn't for you to inquire about things, would I swallow so hard?"

Feng Chenglin turned his head, trying to prevent Ling Luoyu from seeing his right cheek.

"Damn, don't fall into Lao Tzu's hands, otherwise, I must let you know why the flowers are so red!"

"You learned this very quickly!"

Ling Luoyu bit his chopsticks, pinched Feng Chenglin's chin with his fingertips, and turned his right cheek.

"However, why didn't you learn to not get beaten?"

"That **** bastard!"

Feng Chenglin stepped on the stool with an agitated foot, and several guests around Zhenzhen raised their heads.

"Fatty!"

Ling Luoyu's voice suddenly entered his ears, like a puddle of clear water, instantly falling on Feng Chenglin's heart, suppressing his anger.

He slowly lowered his leg and drew his lips: "I know... those bastards!! After I entered the city, I heard that an inn was full of people, so I wondered, something must have happened, so Go there first!"

The plan to grow the forest with the wind is to enter the inn quietly, and then quietly find out the matter.

But who knows, he couldn't get in at all.

"Did you know? At the door of the Changde Inn, some watchdogs stood... They didn't let me in, and they just broke my carriage and beat me again! If it weren't for you, I couldn't bear that tone!"

Feng Chenglin got more and more angry, grabbed the teapot, and didn't fall anymore, and directly poured his head into his mouth.

Ling Luoyu didn't speak, until he drank the water, he smiled.

"Fatty, with your current cultivation base, I think repairing those watchdogs is definitely a crushing gesture. Why didn't you fight back then?"

Feng Chenglin suddenly stopped holding the teapot, his eyes squinted, "Test me?"

"Tell the truth!"

"You don't come here... I don't know what you mean? Yes! If I did it, I could kill most of the people in there directly, but then, I couldn't find out anything, so... "

Thinking of the slap on his face, Feng Chenglin felt humiliated and gritted his teeth bitterly.

"I will bear it! The gentleman takes revenge, it is not too late for ten years... Those bastards, one day will fall into my hands!"

"Fatty, in terms of forbearance, you really have made a lot of progress... you know the spirit of uncompromising spirit! But..."

Ling Luoyu lifted his body slightly, her eyes look evil.

"But you ignored the strategy!"