Princess Against the World

Feng Chenglin rubbed his nose: "As for the legends, there are few true and many false... If there really is such a master, wouldn't people know about it?"

"That's it, no matter what, you have to have a nose and eyes, and speak clearly, and you...by the way, is that expert a man or a woman?"

"...Male!" Zhou Yan hesitated for a moment, but still gave the answer.

Feng Chenglin and Dingmiao almost said in unison:

"male?"

"Then you still say so much!?"

Zhou Yan was silent for a while, then added: "When Miss Ling first appeared in our place, she was also a man, right?"

"...Master Zhou, you won't just insist that the Third Young Master is the person in your legend, right?" Feng Chenglin chuckled and said seriously: "If she really had that ability, she would still be in such a mess, searching for her all over the world. Husband?"

"Fat man, what did you say about me?" Ling Luoyu suddenly appeared behind several people, so unexpectedly that Feng Chenglin was shocked.

"Third Young Master, what are you doing? You've been sneaking around for so long..."

Feng Chenglin jumped up and winked calmly.

"We are all very concerned about...you...what do you smell like?"

He leaned closer and smelled it carefully.

"Incense...the smell of incense...did you burn incense?"

"You have built such a tomb for someone, why don't you burn some paper money and some incense and candles?"

Ling Luoyu's waterless eyes passed over several other people.

"What did you say about me just now?"

"nothing……"

Zhou Yan stood up and patted the city soil off his body.

"It's almost time. Let's wait at the Gate of Hell. It's better than being caught by them here!"

The good sacrificial hall was destroyed by them.

If caught red-handed, no one can escape.

Not to mention, their identities are very embarrassing.

This idea is tacitly understood by everyone.

When they finally reached the gate of hell, the sky finally became bright.

Several people stopped, rested for a while, ate something, and waited quietly for the gate of hell to open.

Feng Chenglin avoided several people, walked to Ling Luoyu, and poured some hot water for her.

"They all seem to doubt you."

"What do you suspect?"

"I suspect that both December and Feng Yu Kong Ling are in your hands."

Ling Luoyu suddenly frowned: "How could they know?"

"It's just a guess, there's no proof...don't worry!"

Worry?

No need to worry.

Because even if those people knew that the thing was in her hands, it didn't matter.

No one can take it away anyway.

What shocked her was that someone could guess that she had those things.

His eyes were lowered, Danshui Wuhen said: "Is it Zhou Yan?"

"That's him!" Feng Chenglin glanced at Zhou Yan warily and lowered his voice: "I have to say, this guy is really smart!"

"Dingmiao's evaluation of him is very high...very high!" Ling Luoyu looked at Zhou Yan, his lips slightly raised: "For such a person, as long as he is a friend, it is a good thing!"

"How do you determine that he is a friend?" Feng Chenglin muttered in a low voice: "Let alone him, even the people of the Mo family, we can't determine which one is the friend and which one is the enemy..."

"Rumble"

There was a shock.

Everyone's expressions changed.

Dingmiao jumped up first: "It's open, it's open, it's open..."

Mo You couldn't help but licked his lips and took a long nervous breath: "Pirong, do you think we can avoid the subsequent trouble this time?"