Nothing is wrong.

A small step by mistake may allow them to set foot on Huangquan Road in advance.

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin waited for a stick of incense after the last person left at the old ancestral hall, and then they slowly got up and went to Baohe Temple.

Compared with other places in Treasure Box City, Treasure Box Temple did not look like a survivor.

Even the rubble of the trees in the temple did not suffer any damage.

At this time, inside and outside the barrier, there were many onlookers.

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin stood at the outermost level of the crowd, basically seeing nothing important.

It's just that a few bald heads are more eye-catching in the bright lights.

"It's the monk of Baohe Temple..." Feng Chenglin jumped up quietly, glanced anxiously, and lowered his voice: "The tallest one is the head of the monk at the Baohe Temple, called that... Dharma Karma, Yes, the Faculty Chairperson, the few behind him, I don't see very clearly, it's probably the disciple of the school."

"They are all out, presumably, there will be fun..."

Ling Luoyu found a stone and stood on it.

However, the front is too tall, and I didn't see anything.

Feng Chenglin patted his shoulder happily.

"Come on, come up, see clearly like this!"

At this time, none of them dare to leak the slightest breath, and can only use the most primitive and most effective method-the human wall! !

Ling Luoyu looked sideways: "This... a bit unkind, right?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Have you done few unkind things?

Right now, I patted again: "Can't you get on?"

"on!"

Of course it's on!

With his arm, he turned over and jumped up, standing on Feng Chenglin's shoulders.

"Sure enough, the field of vision is different..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

In order to take care of his unhappiness, Ling Luoyu quietly made a reassuring gesture: "Don't worry, after I go back, I will tell you everything without fail..."

"You don't have to tell me, just tell me what you want to do!"

Now, it doesn't matter whether it is said or not.

What matters is that they now need to come up with an urgent plan.

After all, none of these people is easy to mess with!

Standing at a high place, Ling Luoyu saw very eye-catching people in the crowd at a glance.

Among the crowd, one person with long purple-red hair, facing the law chair, seemed to be whispering something.

She tilted her head and listened carefully, her eyebrows darkened: "They are talking things we can't hear!"

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but cocked his head, and subconsciously looked over there-although he knew that he couldn't see anything.

"You can't even hear them?"

What do these people say?

Even if it's a whisper, there must be a bit of slurs.

"That's the key... what kind of words will enable the two to communicate with each other in such a way that the pseudo-line becomes the sound?"

As her eyes turned, she saw Yin Nineteen and He Tiger.

These two people, in two places, seemed to be waiting with great interest to watch the show.

"Fatty, you are waiting for me here, don't go around!"

Ling Luoyu rolled over and fell, squeezing towards Yin Nineteen.

He felt her coming for a long time, and before he squeezed to his side, he had already turned around, looked at Ling Luoyu calmly, and turned to the other direction.

Ling Luoyu quickly lowered his eyes, avoided the line of sight, followed him quietly, and withdrew from the crowd.