Feng Chenglin rubbed his nose: "Legend, there are few real ones, many fake ones... If there are such masters, people would not know?"

"That's it, no matter how bad, you have to have a nose and eyes, to speak clearly, and you... By the way, is that superior, a man or a woman?"

"...Men!" Zhou Yan hesitated for a moment, but gave the answer.

Fengchenglin and Dingmiao almost said in unison:

"male?"

"Then you still say so much!?"

Zhou Yan was silent for a while and added: "When Ms. Keling first appeared with us, she was also a man, right?"

"... Patriarch Zhou, you won't just insist that the third young master is the person in your legend?" Feng Chenglin smiled, serious: "If she really had the ability, she would still be so embarrassed and search all over the world. Husband?"

"Fatty, what are you talking about me?" Ling Luoyu appeared behind a few people, abruptly, and frightened Feng Chenglin.

"Three young masters, what are you doing? Sneaky, going for so long..."

Feng Chenglin jumped up, winking quietly.

"We are all very worried...you...what is your taste?"

He leaned closer and sniffed carefully.

"The incense... the smell of incense... you burn incense?"

"I have made such a tomb for someone else, shouldn't I burn some paper money or burn some joss sticks?"

Ling Luoyu's Danshui Wuhen eyes passed over several others.

"Just now, what did you say about me?"

"It's nothing"

Zhou Yan got up and patted the soil on his body.

"It's almost time, let's go to Guimenguan and wait, it's better than being caught by them here!"

They lost the good sacrificial hall.

If caught on the spot, no one can escape.

Not to mention, their identities are very embarrassing.

This thought is unspoken by everyone.

When they dawdled until the ghost gate was closed, the sky was completely bright.

Several people stopped, rested for a while, ate something, and waited for the ghost door to open.

Feng Chenglin avoided a few people, walked to Ling Luoyu's side, and poured some hot water for her.

"They all seem to doubt you."

"Do you doubt what?"

"Suspect that December and Fengyu Xiaoling are in your hands."

Ling Luoyu frowned suddenly: "How would they know?"

"Guess, no credentials...you don't need to worry!"

worry?

Don't worry.

Because even if those people know that something is in her hands, it doesn't matter.

No one can steal it anyway.

She was shocked that someone could guess what she had.

His eyes drooped, and Danshui made no trace: "Is it Zhou Yan?"

"It's him!" Feng Chenglin glanced at Zhou Yan alertly and lowered his voice: "I have to say, this guy is really smart!"

"Dingmiao's evaluation of him is very high...very high!" Ling Luoyu looked at Zhou Yan, and raised his lips slightly: "For such people, as long as they are friends, that is a good thing!"

"How do you determine that he is a friend?" Feng Chenglin muttered in a low voice, "Don't say it is him, even the Mo family members, we can't tell which person is a friend and which is an enemy..."

"Boom Rumble"

There was a shock.

The look of everyone changed.

Dingmiao jumped up first: "Open, open, open..."

Mo You couldn't help licking his lips, and sighed nervously, "Pi Rong, you said, can we avoid this follow-up trouble?"