Yan Ziyue wears a long emerald green dress, three-pointed pink and daisy, and between his brows and eyes, he is more happy than usual.

This is incompatible with the state of bitterness and feud that she had a few days ago.

"early!"

Lifting the fingertips lightly, greeted leisurely.

"Morning..." Feng Chenglin bit the steamed bun and watched her sit down with a dubious look.

However, after sitting down, it seemed to be thinking of something again, so he slowly got up, bowed his knees, and saluted.

"High priest."

Mo Xishu chuckled lightly and nodded her seat.

"Sit down and eat!"

"Thank the High Priest..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Is this something wrong with others, or something wrong with him?

How do you feel that the mental state of these people is completely different from yesterday.

The inquiring eyes looked at Ling Luoyu, but she was still eating her own meal as if nothing had happened.

When he winked again, he glanced over calmly.

Feng Chenglin knew instantly and bowed his head to eat.

Ling Luoyu also saw that something was wrong, but he couldn't show up, pretending that nothing happened.

That being the case, let's all act together.

Xu was in a very good mood, Yan Ziyue didn't stop humming while eating.

One bite of porridge, one meal, then hum.

Feng Chenglin followed her rhythm and ate the steamed buns bite by bite: "Don't even say, if you can have such a small song every day for dinner, how long would be two catties of meat..."

Looking around, I remembered something.

"By the way, didn't Dingmiao go to call Zhou Yan? Why haven't you come?"

He swallowed the buns, took a sip of porridge, thought of something, and smiled.

"The two guys, didn't they discuss it, eloped, right?!"

Ling Luoyu looked up, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at Mo Xishu calmly: "Grandma, the two of them are gone, do you know?"

"puff!"

Feng Chenglin spouted porridge.

What do you mean?

Mo Xishu's expression was visibly shocked, and it seemed immediately that he had recovered indifferently: "What did you say? Who left?"

"Zhou Yan and Dingmiao," Ling Luoyu ate the porridge indifferently, and looked down, not looking at her eyes: "The two of them left the priest tower just now, do you know?"

"Really? Someone!" The high priest stood up suddenly and called two people: "You go and ask what is going on. Why is the guest gone? I don't know why no one told me!"

"Yes!" The two subordinates only agreed and left quickly.

Regarding Zhou Yan and Dingmiao leaving without saying goodbye, Jun Lai, Mo You and others did not have much reaction.

It seems that the retention issue of those two people has nothing to do with them.

This rather indifferent reaction did not at all resemble the brothers and sisters who had escaped from a ghost gate.

Feng Chenglin really couldn't hold back: "It's good, why are they leaving? Hey, I said you guys, don't patronize and eat, do you know what's going on?"

"It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, and the legs are on them, how do I know?!" Yan Ziyue sips, enjoying the delicious intoxication on his face.

Mo You hiccuped a big burp, and it looked like he was already eating, but he was still stuffing buns in his mouth.

"Perhaps... they have something to do, so they left first... what's so strange?"

Biting the buns, his speech was also vague.

Junlai was still looking like an iceberg, eating slowly: "Didn't you say it? The two of them want to go, and no one can stop it. Why?"