Cui Bangtang was there, but Dingmiao and Ling Luoyu thought of a possibility at the same time

"It's a high race!"

"Sounds quite consistent!"

Seeing Cui Bangtang's eyes gradually narrowed, Dingmiao quickly patted him on the cheek.

"Brother, wake up... have you seen those big beasts?"

"...No...If I had seen it, I wouldn't have died soon... but the master had seen... He said that the beasts ran out of a cave, and now they have been driven away by him, and, Sending people to stay there to prevent those guys from coming out to harm others. Since then, I have delivered food for them, which can be regarded as...protecting me...myself..."

Cui Bangtang's voice became smaller and smaller, and his head gradually tilted to one side.

Dingmiao frowned and looked at the crooked wine jar.

"He really can drink... three jars of wine..."

Ordinary people would be drunk to death if they drink like this!

He was good, he was only drunk.

"Miss Ling, what should I do now?"

Ling Luoyu walked out and looked at the mountain: "Why do you still need to say? Zhou Yan tried to hide the secrets in it, and even more so that there are ghosts in that place! It's just... I don't know if it's about the Gaoren clan or the Lihun Stone. of!"

"Where is Liao Feng?"

Dingmiao suddenly remembered Liao Feng, and waved at where he was hiding.

Liao Feng didn't come out happily, looking at Ling Luoyu's eyes with a little more awe.

She can tear the void at will, advancing and retreating wantonly.

This cultivation base was no longer what he could covet.

Fortunately, at the beginning, he did not become an enemy of her, otherwise, the consequences would be really unimaginable.

Ling Luoyu and Dingmiao didn't notice his abnormality. They tied Cui Bangtang behind a hidden rock and collected the wine jar before rushing to the direction of Sanchun Lake.

Suddenly, Liao Feng stopped and looked forward thoughtfully.

"Is there... alone?"

In the shadows, there seemed to be a person sitting on a big rock.

Even though he saw something unusual, Ling Luoyu and Dingmiao continued to move forward as if they hadn't seen them.

"Elder Liao, I would like to introduce you grandly, this is our friend, Feng Chenglin..." Dingmiao chuckled playfully.

"Feng Chenglin..." Liao Feng suddenly remembered, and looked at Ling Luoyu with an eye on him: "Isn't it..."

She even called him.

It's all right now, the other party has three people.

His situation is even more embarrassing.

"Why did you come?" Feng Chenglin jumped off the stone and rubbed his **** unhappily: "I have been waiting here for a long time!"

Ling Luoyu walked past him without stopping: "If you want to blame, blame Dingmiao!"

Dingmiao was a little speechless: "What does it matter to me?"

"If you could drink, you would have poured that surnamed Cui early, wouldn't we have come long ago?"

"Everything must be done step by step... I can't go up and go straight to the subject, right?"

The two of them passed by Feng Chenglin blindly, causing him to constrict.

"You both have reason, co-authoring or am I wrong?"

He turned his eyes and fell on Liao Feng.

"Elder Liao?"

Liao Feng was startled, but he didn't expect that Feng Chenglin had already known his identity.

However, after another thought, based on his relationship with Ling Luoyu, it made sense to know who he was.

"Elder Liao, it's really disrespectful. I didn't expect the elders of the Mo family to become slaves like us... But I'm just a little curious..."