Ling Luoyu couldn't ask for it, and nodded again and again: "Yes!"

The black tea eyes had a different color, so he glanced suspiciously at her and went to deliver water.

As soon as they came and left, Ling Luoyu carried a bucket of hot water and walked quickly towards the old ancestral hall.

The courtyard wall built by the Nine Young Masters is mainly black from top to bottom.

From a distance, it looks like a black python, winding and lying.

Ling Luoyu looked around, but did not find the intersection, and immediately flew onto the courtyard wall.

Behind the courtyard wall is a vegetable field, not far away is a peach forest, which looks very neat.

A plume of cooking smoke curled up, penetrating the peach blossom forest, and caught the eye.

She glanced around, her brows frowned slightly: "No wonder there are ghosts hitting the wall!!"

She just said, where did the ghost hit the wall!

All nonsense!

This place has been set up.

Ordinary people don't even want to go in.

However, this formation is nothing to her.

However, the play that should be performed is still a full set.

Ling Luoyu adjusted his state and walked over with a bucket.

After tossing for a long time, his clothes were wet with water and his hair was messed up, and he touched Taolin panting.

As if knowing that someone was coming, there was a gray-haired old man in grey clothes standing early at the door of the hut.

Seeing Ling Luoyu, his brows frowned: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Sorry, grandpa, I... I'm lost, I don't know how I got here..."

Thinking of something, Ling Luoyu quickly added with a flustered expression.

"I'm a newcomer, and I'm taking care of Young Master Nine... I did something for the first time this morning. I didn't know what was going on. I was confused, so I walked here. Sorry, I'm sorry..."

She bowed deeply and respectfully.

The old man's expression eased a lot, and he pointed to behind her: "Not everyone can enter here. You may be lucky if you come here this time. You may not be so lucky next time!"

"Yeah, I also think it's a little weird to walk..."

Ling Luoyu frowned and looked behind him suspiciously.

"When I walked up just now, I didn't feel anything was wrong, but after I came in, it was like... walking into an endless peach grove, seeing that place right in front of you, but no matter how you walk, you just can't walk... "

Poorly blinked her eyes, her eyes were harmless and cute, and she looked pitiful.

"Grandpa, can you help me and send me out? I...I'm afraid I will not go out again."

The old man hesitated and patted the dust on his body: "Let's go..."

"That..." Ling Luoyu followed behind him and whispered cautiously: "Can I sit down and rest? I... I was really scared and tired just now. Now... my legs seem to be soft... "

Not waiting for the old man to be polite, she was already sitting on the floor, kneading her calf.

It looked like it was because of the tension just now, and the calf was cramping.

The old man glanced at her again, turned around and walked into the house. After a while, he brought a bowl of hot water: "Drink some water and rest!"

Ling Luoyu thanked him, took a sip, and looked around: "Grandpa, are you alone here?"

The old man did not speak, suddenly grabbed the axe in the corner and strode towards Ling Luoyu.

Ling Luoyu seemed to be taken aback. He jumped up quickly, splashing all over the water in his hand, and backed away in panic.

"grandfather"