Princess Against the World

Feng Cheng Lin Yun waved his hands lightly and said casually: "It's not like you don't know Mr. Tang, right? He always does whatever he wants..."

Ling Luoyu glanced at him with helpless eyes: "Fat man..."

This explanation is a bit too far-fetched.

Feng Chenglin rubbed the tip of his nose: "Well, maybe he thinks that in a few days, Mo Xuanchen will come back and meet you. By then, he will also see his grandmother like that. I'm afraid He will be angry and sad, so in order to prevent him from being angry and sad, so...the two of them will avoid seeing each other and leave without saying hello!"

Ling Luoyu just looked at him without speaking.

This is the best possibility that the two of them can think of at the moment.

However, this is just their wishful thinking and the best thing.

At worst, none of them thought about it.

Feng Chenglin coughed: "Actually, we don't have to think about the worst. You and I know best what kind of cultivation Mr. Tang has. With his level of skill, only those who can't think about it will be brain-dead. Come and cause trouble for him!”

"If someone is causing trouble and seeking revenge, I will naturally not be worried. Your ability, Mr. Tang, will never be obtained by those people. What I am worried about is..."

"Are you afraid of...the person who hurt the Mo family's grandmother like that?"

This man's cultivation level was so high that even Mo Xishu didn't dare to tell him his name.

Presumably, Mr. Tang will not be this person's opponent.

Otherwise, she would definitely tell Mr. Tang and ask him to avenge her.

The two of them looked at each other tacitly, realizing the seriousness of the matter. They quickly turned around and carefully checked their surroundings again, and then felt a little relieved.

Although the surroundings were messy, there were no signs of fighting. It was as if the people here had packed up their gold and silver and left in a hurry.

"Okay, you can relax now. There was no fighting, which is good news among the bad news!" Feng Chenglin breathed a sigh of relief and joked in a relaxed manner.

Ling Luoyu was still a little uneasy: "That's it, no bad news is good news, but the two of us have become alone again, and they have abandoned us again!"

Along the way, the two of them were always supporting each other.

Even Mo Xuanchen put her aside because of those unavoidable matters.

Feng Chenglin jokingly snapped his fingers: "The two of us are not alone together. Besides, there are quite a few people who have been abandoned by us. For example..."

"Boom!"

A dull crash suddenly came, interrupting his words.

He turned around and looked out the door with some confusion: "Why do I feel like this sound... is a bit muffled and weird?"

It sounded like a drum, but this drum was too dull.

It seemed to be rolling in from the distant horizon, ethereal and far-fetched, but it truly fell into their ears.

"Do you have a feeling that this drum sound is like coming from outside?"

As he spoke, he walked into the yard and looked around with his head raised.

Ling Luoyu was just the opposite. He lowered his head and looked at his feet: "Did you feel it just now?"

"...What do you feel? Isn't it...what you should hear?" Feng Chenglin realized that the words used by Ling Luoyu were wrong.