Ling Luoyu sighed helplessly: "Fatty, I mean..."

"No, you didn't say anything, I didn't hear anything, you didn't want to say anything, I didn't want to hear anything, this topic stopped here." Feng Chenglin immediately covered his ears, his whole body was filled with resistance!

"Fatty..."

"You shut up, don't say, I won't listen, shut up, shut up immediately!"

Feng Chenglin was afraid of all the words he heard next, the words that made him unacceptable, he didn't want to hear a word.

"If you say anything more, I will immediately turn around and leave, let you be alone and beautiful here, and welcome your own ending!"

He stared at Ling Luoyu angrily, the threat in his eyes was very obvious.

Ling Luoyu sighed helplessly: "You have always looked down on life and death. How come the more you experience it, the more timid you get?"

"It's not timid, it's the fear of life!" Feng Chenglin took a look at her and turned around first: "I'm looking for a place to eat. If you are all right, please invite me to have a vegetarian dinner. The son is feeding the big fish and the meat, and it's very angry!"

After a pause, he turned around thoughtfully.

"By the way, let's go eat fast food!"

"...Fast food?"

"I heard people say that in the southern part of the shrine, there is a place called Dashen Temple, where a regular alms is given every day. Let's pass now, just in time to finish our meal!"

Ling Luoyu knew that Feng Chenglin was just looking for an excuse and wanted to divert the topic they had just discussed, so he agreed to go with him to the Great God Temple to eat fast food.

On the way there, the two of them tacitly stopped mentioning what was just now, even Lu Ming and Mo Family didn't even mention it.

The Great God Temple is well-known, but it is not an ordinary temple that shelters benevolent men and women, praying for blessings, and is more like a refugee shelter.

As soon as Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin arrived at the foot of the mountain, they saw the ragged refugees.

They were in groups of three or five, dragging their mouths together into a pile, their noodles were like a dish, their eyes shrunk to the ground dull and lifeless.

Feng Chenglin couldn't help frowning: "Where did these people come from? Why didn't we find out where disasters happened?"

With so many refugees, the disaster is certainly not light.

But they have never heard of another disaster like this.

"Perhaps, they have been here for a long time," Ling Luoyu pointed to one of the people's packages: "Did you see his luggage?"

"...I saw it, what's the matter?"

"Very clean!"

"...How can a guy who is fleeing want to clean his luggage? This is full of warm thoughts..."

Ling Luoyu looked at him swiftly, her eyebrows raised slightly, but there was no word.

Feng Chenglin sneered: "Magical, metaphor, I'm just a metaphor, and I'm not saying that they are really...Anyway, when their lives are worrying and their lives are not guaranteed, no one has the intention to take care of their luggage! "

Only those who have enough food and drink, have nothing to do, and no longer have to worry about having a full meal, will have extra thoughts about cleaning up their luggage.

"This is what I find incredible," Ling Luoyu stared at the main hall of the Great Temple: "These people have taken this place as their home. After they come, they don't want to leave!"

"If it's me, I won't go!" Feng Chenglin laughed: "Look at these people. You can sleep when you are full, and eat when you wake up. When you finish eating, you will go up again, and then go to sleep. You don't have to do it, you can eat...You said, if it were you, would you still be willing to work hard all day?"