Princess Against the World

"wrong?"

Ling Luoyu smiled slightly and looked at Feng Chenglin playfully.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Chenglin ignored her teasing and frowned seriously: "These people are all very embarrassed... Look at their clothes, none of them are neatly dressed, and none of them are ragged, and some of them have dried spots on their bodies. Bloodstains…”

"Not bad, you can see all this?!"

Ling Luoyu smiled evilly, picked up two bowls of noodles, and blinked his left eye at Feng Chenglin.

"Now that we know it, wouldn't it be good for us to open this small noodle shop?"

Feng Chenglin was suddenly stunned, looking at her back and couldn't help but open his mouth.

When she turned back, she shook her head and whispered: "Did you...have you planned this for a long time?"

"What do you think?"

This was a game she had set up, and she knew best whether there were any secrets in it.

Rather than going in and taking risks, it is better to lay out outside and wait for the Ding Temple to take the bait.

It was late at night, but everyone had no intention of leaving.

After drinking, the hostility seemed less obvious.

As they talked and laughed, the atmosphere in the tent became more and more lively.

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin huddled beside the stove, looking at the laughing people.

"Fat man, did you tell me the secret of the Miao family?"

Feng Chenglin's eyelids grew longer and longer, and he slowly closed them: "Yes..."

"What is it?"

"...How did I know...if you ask them..."

Ling Luoyu frowned: "When we were fighting against the wind, we didn't say anything secret!"

She doesn’t even know what the Miao family’s secret is!

Why did this secret suddenly pop up?

Is it just rumors, or does the Miao family really have this thing?

The early morning sunlight penetrated the gaps in the tent and penetrated Feng Chenglin's eyes.

He turned his head sharply to avoid the dazzling light and slowly opened his eyes.

Ling Luoyu disappeared somewhere. Except for a man sitting alone in the tent, everyone else had disappeared, leaving only a mess on the ground.

"Finally left..." Feng Chenglin rubbed his neck and stood up.

That night, I felt so tired from sleeping.

The man at the table heard the movement and slowly turned his head, his eyes squinting from the broken hair.

"A bowl of noodles!"

"Hold on!"

Feng Chenglin thinks of MMP, but he still has to play the role of waiter.

He turned on the stove, started cooking, ordered a bowl of noodles for the man, and sent it over with yawning sounds.

"Guest sir..."

The man suddenly made a move, locked his wrist with one hand, and violently strangled his throat.

"boom!"

Feng Chenglin was pressed on the table but did not fight back.

On the man's wrist, a familiar bracelet appeared.

"Dingmiao?"

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the dirty face in front of him, and twitched his mouth.

"You're too dirty!"

Dingmiao didn't expect that the other party would find out his identity at a glance, and murderous rage suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you!"

Feng Chenglin patted his arm and tried to make himself comfortable.

"Be gentle, you're going to strangle me to death..."

The strength in Dingmiao's hands became even heavier: "Tell me, who are you?!"

"boom!"

The beast-like power on Feng Chenglin's body surged, and he instantly knocked open the Ding Temple.

Dingmiao took two steps back and looked Feng Chenglin up and down in disbelief: "You...are you Brother Feng?"

"Ha, it seems that my technique is not common!

Feng Chenglin grabbed the noodle bowl, sat down at the table, and started eating by himself.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have recognized me so quickly!"

Dingmiao frowned and looked around: "Why are you here alone? Where is she?"