Princess Against the World

Ling Luoyu's so-called high ground means that he can observe a big tree in the tavern fifty meters away.

Sitting on a tree branch, Ling Luoyu hung the basket on the branch, and Feng Chenglin and Feng Chenglin each held a jar of rice wine.

Feng Chenglin Han: "Third Young Master, you don't...really want to watch the fun here, do you?"

"You don't like it? If you don't like watching the excitement, you can choose to sleep..."

"No, what I mean is... I don't even understand what you are trying to do now..."

"I don't understand either... But after tonight, I should understand soon..."

"……ah?"

"Ah what, eat!"

Ling Luoyu stuffed a piece of sauced meat into Feng Chenglin's mouth.

"If you do it again, I will throw you back to the tavern and let you experience the excitement up close!"

"..."

Feng Chenglin shut up angrily, bit into the sauce meat and chewed loudly.

In the tavern, the air flow was rolling, and there was a creaking sound from the house. It looked like it wouldn't last long.

From a high position, you can see Su Yao and Xu Ya besieging the man in raincoat in the open space in the backyard.

As for their other friend, he is probably dead.

As for Shadowless Sword, I haven't seen him yet, so he must be still drinking and watching the fun.

Feng Chenglin glanced at Ling Luoyu several times, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Third Young Master, what are the lines you have been drawing these past few days?"

Ling Luoyu glanced at him with a charming look, but did not respond.

"Also, we have been here for several days. If you don't leave or say anything...what are you going to do?"

Ling Luoyu still looked at him and said nothing.

Feng Chenglin was anxious: "Can you stop being so cold and cold and say something?"

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about when I don't even know about it?"

"..."

have to!

The question he just asked was in vain!

Out of anger, he took a big gulp of wine, but choked and coughed.

"Look at your potential!"

Ling Luoyu frowned and handed over his wine jar.

"If you like to drink, I'll give it to you..."

Feng Chenglin became more and more aggrieved: "Third Young Master, I don't necessarily know anything, I just worry about you..."

"Worry about me, what are you worried about?"

"... I'm worried that because of Mo Xuanchen's incident... you'll be impetuous and do something mindless!"

"..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly realized.

She just said that Feng Chenglin had always hit him wherever she pointed, and he never asked about the outcome of life or death.

Why had she suddenly become so pretentious these days and kept asking her questions?

It turns out that she was afraid that something would happen to her because of her depression!

"Fat man, don't worry, I, Ling Luoyu, am not easily hit! Mo Xuanchen's incident... although it has a small impact on me, it won't make me lose my sense..."

"Then why don't you know what you are doing..."

"I really don't know, so I need to find out!"

She looked at the tavern in the distance with burning eyes and raised her lips slightly.

"But, tonight, maybe you will know..."

"what do you know?"

"..."

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes, suddenly raised his lips and smiled, pointing to the tavern.

"Fat man, let's make a bet!"

"A bet? What to bet on?"

"Just bet on that man in raincoat... Bet on his life or death. Do you think he will live... or die tonight?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Did this guy eat something?

Why are you so high?

You're so good, why are you suddenly betting on other people's lives and deaths?