Princess Against the World

"Sovereign, you don't want to... trouble the Xinmeng, do you?!"

"Why not? Their Xinmeng bullies us unscrupulously, why can't we pay them back?!"

There was something about Ling Luoyu that Ou Lang couldn't describe.

From the outside, she is very simple, seems heartless, indifferent to everything, calm and calm.

But when she made a decision on something, there was a sense of domineering in her bones, a kind of decisiveness that no one could question!

When she said that she wanted to pay back to Xinmeng, Ou Lang suddenly realized that it would be useless to persuade her again.

All he could do was to tell Ling Luoyu as much information as he could.

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Muyun Mountain, Fulin City, the main city of the Yuanmu Sect.

It is located in the traffic artery, bustling and lively.

In a restaurant in the city, Ling Luoyu sat with a disguised face, her fair and tender face gave off a sense of sympathy.

Sitting by the window, she looked up at both ends of the street from time to time.

"This fat man, why hasn't he come yet?!"

Before she left Misty Rain Dongshan, she happened to receive a letter from Feng Chenglin reporting her safety.

The letter said that he had already made arrangements for Feng's family, and had already got up and went to Yanyu Pavilion to "fight side by side" with her.

Right now, Yanyu Pavilion has become a place of wind and rain, and she was really worried about leaving him there alone, so she left a letter and asked him to come to Muyun Mountain to meet up.

Seeing that noon was approaching, and there was no trace of Fatty Feng on the street, Ling Luoyu drank up the tea and asked Xiao Er to order food.

As soon as he moved his arms, he saw five waitresses walking quickly with hot dishes, smiling all over their faces.

"My lord, your dishes are all ready, are you satisfied after taking a look?"

Satisfied! !

She didn't order food at all? !

Seeing that the little second-hand was about to serve food quickly, Ling Luoyu stopped him quickly.

"Brother, did you make a mistake? I haven't ordered yet?!"

"Mistake? No way?"

Xiao Er's smile froze for a moment, and then he laughed along with her.

"May I ask if you are Ling San Shao?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes suddenly trembled.

These days, what she hears the most is Ling Zongzhu and ghosts. It has been a long time since she heard the title Ling Sanshao.

Those who know these three words are old acquaintances.

If it is not an old friend, it is an old enemy.

Seeing Ling Luoyu's expression, Xiao Er smiled and put down the dish.

"Master, don't worry, these things were ordered by your friend, and the payment has already been made..."

"my friend?"

Ling Luoyu became alert.

Yarn friend! !

The news of her coming here was only known to Ou Lang and Fatty Feng.

Ou Lang wouldn't call her Third Young Master Ling, and if Fatty Feng arrived, he would definitely show up bluffing, and he would never make such a mysterious thing for her to guess.

Hao flipped her wrist, and she stopped Xiao Er suddenly.

"What friend? Male or female? What do you look like?!"

Xiao Erfang was about to answer, but a chuckle suddenly sounded behind her.

"Third Young Master, I haven't seen you for a few days, how are you doing?!"

Ling Luoyu's pupils couldn't help shrinking, she slowly let go of Xiao Er's hand, and sat quietly without turning around.

"What are you doing here?!"

Seeing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Xiao Er hurriedly put together the dishes, greeted each other and retreated.

A figure flashed by, and she sat down opposite her dressed in washed blue.

"Third Young Master, long time no see!"

Lifting her eyelashes slightly, Ling Luoyu raised her eyes.

"Gu Lan, it's really been a long time!! Seeing you here, can't it be a coincidence?!"