Feng Chenglin was unhappy: "San Young Master, what are you doing? Why do you want to apologize to him?!!!"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "I am a lousy old man beggar now. What qualifications do I have to yell at others? Before they hit me, of course I apologized and slipped away numbly!!!"

Feng Chenglin was even more dissatisfied: "The young man just can't bear his face and look down upon others! You don't know, he was flattering the young man these past two days..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes became sharp and sharp in an instant: "Fatty! The highest level of easy makeup is to treat yourself as your role! If you don't recognize your identity, what is the point of easy makeup?!"

Role-playing is the greatest significance of Yizhuang.

This was one of her life-saving chips in her previous life.

Feng Chenglin's expression was a little stiff, and it took a long time before he whispered: "San Shao, aren't we just starting? We're about to enter the scene so soon?!"

"Why don't you think?!" Ling Luoyu's eyes flicked to the surroundings: "Now around us, maybe there is murderous intent!"

"Really?!" Feng Chenglin looked around subconsciously, his nerves tightened.

In his opinion, the surrounding area is peaceful and safe.

"San Shao...Are you a bit unreasonably worried?! The people here are so peaceful, how can there be such a crisis as you say?!"

Ling Luoyu didn't bother to pay attention to him, staggering away with a broken stick on his own.

"If you don't believe me, just shout that you are Ling Luoyu, and see if a knife will fly out and kill you!"

When she said this, Feng Chenglin didn't feel his horror, glanced around nervously, and hurried to catch up.

Although he felt that Ling Luoyu had a big factor in flicking, he still didn't take the risk.

"Three young masters, wait for me..."

Ling Luoyu stopped abruptly and turned his head tremblingly: "What are you calling me?"

Feng Chenglin instantly realized that he had called the wrong thing, and rolled his eyes under cover.

"What do you call you? I didn't call anything! You are hung up right now, why are your ears still not deaf, can you still hear others talking?!"

Feng Chenglin was quick to react, his mouth slippery to cover the past.

Ling Luoyu's injury is still recovering, and he can't walk fast.

The two stopped and walked for half a month before reaching the Qishan boundary.

Qishan is in the north and the geographical position is relatively cold, so when he first entered Qishan, Ling Luoyu bought a lot of cotton clothes.

But what made Feng Chenglin curious was that among the cotton-padded clothes that Ling Luoyu bought this time, there were many women's old clothes and jewelry.

The sky was filled with gloomy dark clouds, the sky was gloomy, and the north wind whistled on the face like a knife.

Ling Luoyu avoided the big inn, got into a remote inn, threw a silver coin to the shopkeeper, lifted his clothes upstairs.

Seeing her put out the women's clothing and jewelry one by one, Feng Chenglin understood something in her heart.

"San Shao...This time, you are not going to dress up as a woman?!"

Almost all of the roles they can play along the way have been played.

This allowed him to overwhelm the actor's addiction.

Seriously, woman, he really hasn't dressed up.

But having said that, he would rather pretend to be a desperate beggar covered in sores than wear a skirt and rouge.

It hurts his men's spirit too much! !

"Three young masters, haven't we already entered Qishan? We don't need to be so vegetative anymore?! Besides, nothing happened on our way?! This time, don't pretend, right?!"