"I agree with this too!" Feng Chenglin nodded repeatedly.

There is only one Dingmiao left in the Miao family.

The shrine tower **** is also the only one in the world.

Take the shrine back, the Miao family will be more complete.

Ling Luoyu curled his lips indifferently: "Do you want to help?"

"No need!" Dingmiao shook his head repeatedly: "You can help me, really, I am very grateful, I can!"

Feng Chenglin opened the snack bag, pulled out a bunch of candied haws, and threw it at the given temple: "You don't need to be too eager. We just have a day off here to see the excitement of the mountains tomorrow. If you have anything, just do it. Don't worry about us, of course, if you need it, please feel free to say hello!"

Dingmiao's nose is sour: "I won't delay anything too long. When the mountain opens tomorrow, I will be sure that it is the tower **** of our Miao family. I will do it. Then, we will leave!"

Ling Luoyu smiled.

go away?

If Dingmiao really does, the only way to leave at that time is to fight out.

"Guest, I'm really sorry, these rooms are really people..."

The shopkeeper's flattery came from outside the door.

Listen to the tone, obviously you want people in the room to hear it.

really--

"Who is there? Don't you know who we are? We want these rooms, let them move out for me!"

The voice was dark, sharp, and high-pitched, revealing the sharpness of tearing the eardrum.

Ling Luoyu looked at Dingmiao in an instant: "The beads, are they only owned by the messengers of the temple?"

"...It should be that the beads are still left by our ancestors. Anyway, the rules at that time were like this!"

"Only those with pearls are eligible to live in the VIP room on the fourth floor, right?"

"...In theory!"

Several people in the room were silent.

If this is the case, then the people outside are indeed messengers from the palace.

Moreover, it is a genuine messenger!

The door was kicked open, and a thin old man walked in with a cane.

His eyes are wretched, but they are also sharp.

With just one glance, I could see through a few people in the room.

"A few hairy boys, none of them are from our shrine!"

"What the **** is that, call it out!" The lady's charming business came from outside the door: "I don't want anyone to covet my beauty!"

Several people in the room looked at each other--

Hearing this sound, soft and soft, it was indeed stunning.

The shopkeeper stood at the door with a strange expression: "Yuye, you said...they are not from the shrine? But...but the fish eyes are real!"

He took out the small blue beads in both hands and sent them to Gao Yu respectfully.

"Why don't you give your palms?"

Gao Yu glanced at the fish eye beads and sneered: "The beads are real, but the people... are fake, because the shrine only sent two of us here to do business, and did not send a second group of people. They are not fake. What else can it be?"

The shopkeeper's whisper: "...but the beads are real..."

Since the beads are real, who dares to say that those people are fake?

Zhou Yan stepped forward, condescending, and disdainful of Gao Yu: "Since our beads are real, when are you fake? Could it be that we can't go to other places and pass by here again?"

"At first glance, you are not from the palace, you don't know the rules of the palace!"

Gao Yu sneered, and glanced at Zhou Yan from bottom to top with unpleasant eyes.