"...It won't be... the shrine of the **** master, right?"

"Of course it's the one..." Feng Chenglin's expression was a bit strange.

"How? Is it irritating? Gao is not happy? Was it unexpected?"

Feng Chenglin saw the despair and bitterness on the face of the old man with a knife, and his ridicule was even more serious: "Don't be a frown, be a little cheerful, look, there are so many people here, a lot of them are with you. . Even if you die, this Huangquan Road is not lonely, right?"

The face of the old man with a knife became more bitter: "...but I really don't want to die..."

These people are all playing! ?

What shrines are you looking for?

Is that a place where people like them can go in?

Even if you can get in, isn't it a dead end? !

To die early and die late is death! !

"Being beaten to death is death... it's better to be poisoned to death!" The old man with a knife wailed in despair.

"I agree with you very much, and I absolutely have no objection." Feng Chenglin said with a serious face: "A person cannot choose how to come into this world, but you can choose how to leave. If you want to be poisoned to death, I absolutely support you, and ...I will also find you a feng shui treasure land with a great burial..."

The expression of the old man with a knife froze on his face: "Brother, our trip is really bad luck, maybe our lives are gone, we can say something auspicious, don't shut up and die, die... "

Also talk about the treasures of geomantic omen, scenery, and great burial.

He just wants to live well! !

Feng Chenglin looked at him curiously: "Make a mistake, just say dead, alive...that person seems to be you, right?!"

The old man with a knife suddenly drew himself a mouth: "I am a crow's mouth!"

Don't say it, don't say it again.

The journey is dangerous, so he can only ask for his own blessings and luck! !

Along the way, the old customer with a knife was in a bad mood.

The whole person is sluggish and doesn't like to talk.

Even if Feng Chenglin sometimes laughed at him, he responded with bitterness. Very perfunctory.

A few days later, he couldn't help it. While he was going to the latrine, he got close to Dingmiao.

"Little brother"

Dingmiao moved aside alertly: "What are you doing?"

The expression of the old man with a knife is a bit ugly: "Little brother, why are you hiding from me like this? I have something like that, but I like women, not men. Even if you are thin and tender, you look better than women. , But I'm still not interested, so don't worry, I won't treat you well..."

Look at his dodging eyes and movements, as if he was going to give him something.

"I didn't mean anything else, I just wanted to ask, why are you going to the shrine?"

Dingmiao expressionlessly fastened his trouser belt: "Why do you ask so much? It has nothing to do with you, just follow us..."

He was kidnapped and came here, and he still said it had nothing to do with him?

How can it be called a relationship! !

This kind of protest is just a roar in my heart, and it is impossible to say it.

Accompanied by the smiling face, his little wing rubbed his hands together: "It's such a brother, if you say that the shrine's business is not my business, and if you don't let me ask, we won't ask, but this poison It's a matter of my wealth and life. Can you tell me something and let the girl Ling give me the cure?"

"The antidote is on Miss Ling. If you want an antidote, go to her directly. Why are you looking for me?"