Feng Chenglin said for a long time, only to find that Ling Luoyu didn't react at all, but stood there with frowned brows.

He couldn't help but feel a little guilty: "San Shao, did I say... an idiot?"

"It's not... but you woke me up..." Ling Luoyu raised his fingertips and smiled thoughtfully: "As the saying goes, there is no eternal enemy. Why don't we turn this enemy into our own?"

"Become your own?" Feng Chenglin's eyes widened suddenly: "Three young masters, you have to think about it. If this Dingdang girl is really the person of the god, then she is either loyal to the **** What kind of handle is held in the hands of the Lord, in a word, she is not someone who can be won by you..."

"I know, so I don't plan to win her over, just...no more harm to us!"

The cool breeze blew through the crevices of the windows, brushed the jingle hair, and fell on the cheeks.

Her eyebrows moved slightly, she instinctively brushed her hair with her hand and turned over.

Suddenly--

She opened her eyes sharply, sat up abruptly, and listened sideways.

"this is"

Vaguely, a faint shouting and shouting followed the sound of the wind across his ears.

"It seems...someone is practicing..."

The rhythm of the shouts is steady, long and powerful.

From the sound, it seemed to be quite far away from where she was.

and--

"It's a lot of people... together..."

Dingdang's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly he got up and dressed, and silently opened the door.

After a vigilant glance around, he followed the sound to find it.

The location of the shouting sound was in the hinterland of Beiluo Mountain, half a hill away from where she was.

After sinking down on a rock, she looked high in the distance.

In the not far away, the torch was bright, illuminating half of the night sky.

In the flames, dozens of people were sitting on the ground, screaming and talking.

And beside them, there are knives, guns, swords and halberds for practice.

"They are resting..."

A small voice suddenly rang in her ears, shocked her whole body and opened fists instantly.

"Who?"

"Hush, don't be so loud..."

On the tree on one side, a small figure appeared, pressing his lips with his fingertips.

"Sister Ling is right below. Her cultivation level is very powerful. If she finds out that we are peeping, it will be miserable!"

Dingdang glanced vigilantly at the firelight, and slowly closed his fist, his eyes flickered, and he said, "Who are you?"

"Me? My name is Shang He, how about you?"

"Ding Dong..."

"Oh, you are Ding Dong!"

Shang He turned over and swept down, his black eyes gleaming, looking at Jingdang excitedly.

"It's a little different from when I saw it... You washed it this way, don't look better then! No wonder I didn't recognize it at first sight!"

"You...oh..." Ding Dong suddenly said, "I see, you are the girl who saved me with Mr. Hefeng?"

"Yes, it's me!"

Shang He smiled and straightened his hair.

"Sister Dingdang, they all said that you look the same as Feng's lady. It seems that Feng's lady is not bragging. His lady is really beautiful..."

Dingdang rolled his eyes leisurely: "Ms. Shanghe, why are you saying this?"

Shang He's smile froze on his face: "Girl Dingdang, what do you mean?"