"Dingmiao, did you hear...anything?"

In such an environment, human nerves are inherently tense.

Hearing his question, Dingmiao felt that he almost jumped up.

"What's wrong? What did you hear?"

"No!"

Simple two words.

The clouds are light and the wind is light.

Dingmiao: "..."

What do you say without you?

At this moment, do you want to scare people to death by saying this?

Feng Chenglin didn't even notice that Dingmiao was about to tear his eyes, and turned to continue.

"Let's go..."

Dingmiao was jerked by his belt, slipped on his feet and almost fell.

Subconsciously, he glanced under his feet.

Feng Chenglin ignored: "When you came here before, it was like this... There was no sound, just like a dead place..."

Before I finished speaking, I saw Dingmiao slipping past me.

The small steps are quite enchanting.

Feng Chenglin: "??"

What does this guy mean?

The upper body of the drama is still wrong-soul possession! ?

Why is this walking posture! ?

Seeing that, I didn't dare to bother too much, so I pulled on the belt.

"Set the temple?"

Dingmiao finally stopped, tilting his head: "Look at your feet!"

Underfoot! ?

What's wrong with your feet?

Feng Chenglin looked down at his feet. Although his eyesight was poor, he could see clearly.

Under their feet are patches of soft withered vines.

Stepping on it is like stepping on a carpet, soft and soft.

"These are green algae vines, which grew out of Sanchun Lake. When I came a few years ago, they were still vigorous turquoise. They were surrounded by Sanchun Lake. From a distance, they looked like a large green area. The grassland, and Sanchun Lake is like a pearl inlaid on a green ribbon... That scenery is one of the few beautiful scenery I have ever seen in my life..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

and then! ?

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is blocked by the fog, and you can't see anything!

and also--

"Dingmiao, do you... find something wrong? Or... something is wrong with you?"

Otherwise, what to do with these emotions! ?

"You didn't find that these green algae vines were withered?" Dingmiao squatted down and signaled Feng Chenglin to come over too: "Even if it's not dead, it's half dead!"

Feng Chenglin is the fog of his forehead: "...What does this immortal have to do with us...?"

At this time, he still cares about the life and death of the green algae.

"After the green algae vine died, it died. After we step on it, it will sink and won't bounce again... In this way, our footprints will be left behind, and it is branded and can be directly The one that traced our whereabouts!"

When Dingmiao said that, Feng Chenglin realized that behind him, there were indeed a series of footprints.

If you are a caring person, follow their footsteps and you can follow them.

but--

Does it matter?

"If there are footprints, there will be footprints. With such a fog, it is not a simple matter for those from the Zhou family to find us through footprints..."

Even if they followed their footsteps, they would have been on guard.

"These fogs give us resistance and cause trouble for them... First of all, we can't see us..."

Feng Chenglin said leisurely, but Dingmiao slightly shook his head with wrong eyes.

"What I am worried about is not from the Zhou family..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Not from the Zhou family! ?