"I warn you...Don't try to get any Mr. Tang's secret from me, otherwise..."

"Om"

The old shopkeeper's right hand shook violently, and the halberd that was inserted diagonally into the ground not far away suddenly quaked.

"Don't blame me being rude to you!"

"Haha..."

Feng Chenglin laughed loudly and instantly broke the dignity of the old shopkeeper.

His eyes were darkened, he flew up and shook his right hand.

"Om!"

The halberd flew into his hand, and an awe-inspiring trace was drawn across the void.

"I'm going, you are really..."

Feng Chenglin retreated quickly, his expression frustrated.

"Why are you old man like this? Don't you understand Haolai's words? If we were Mr. Tang's enemies, would we talk to you like this?"

He pointed to Ling Luoyu unhappy.

"Do you think she is not your opponent, or I am not your opponent? If we had the intention, we would have done it to you... then, you... what you have done to Zhao Sheng will be done to you If you do it again, would you not say it?"

"Of course I wouldn't mean..."

"Okay! Even if your bones are hard, don't tell me, but we can still have other... shameless means!" Feng Chenglin slammed behind the old shopkeeper: "For example...your daughter..."

"Dare you!" The old shopkeeper was instantly angry: "If you dare to touch my daughter, I will let you die without a place to bury..."

"Look at you, am I not talking about what if?" Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes.

It's so hard to hear it! ?

"Fatty!" Ling Luoyu's phoenix eyes faintly said: "If you do, you can't pick someone's bottom line to say..."

"I"

"Old man, my brother is not malicious. He is just to prove that we really have no evil intentions to you... Mr. Tang is our friend, to be precise, he is my grandmother's friend..."

"Your grandmother?" The old shopkeeper still looked angry: "Who?"

"My grandmother's surname is Mo..."

"Mo? Never heard of it!"

I hadn't heard it before, but the old shopkeeper's anger was obviously less.

"Even if you are acquaintances of Mr. Tang, it's useless to ask me where Mr. Tang is, because I don't know!"

"We don't ask Mr. Tang... but curious about your well!"

"Well?" The old shopkeeper's pupils shrank, "So, this well... is your real purpose! Mr. Tang or something, it's just a cover..."

"I have a special feeling about this well, as if there is something in the well... so I wanted to ask, what is inside the well?"

"If I say there is nothing in there, you definitely don't believe it!" The old shopkeeper gestured sideways: "If you don't believe it, then go down and see for yourself...to see if there is any special treasure in it!"

Ling Luoyu glanced at him faintly, stepped toward the edge of the well, and circled the edge of the well. His eyes sank, and he lifted his eyes calmly.

"Old man, not a special baby, can you keep your daughter physically intact?"

"..." The old shopkeeper seemed to have been commanded by an army, his face suddenly changed.

Feng Chenglin's face was even more ugly: "San Shao...what are you talking about?"

He rushed to the well, pressed his heart with one hand, his face was slightly pale and looked down.

"You didn't mean... the noodles we just ate were... it was soaked in the dead... right?"

The brain fills up a certain picture, and Feng Chenglin is inexplicably overwhelmed by the river, disgusting.