Chapter 4063: Already calculated
"wrong?"
Ling Luoyu smiled and squinted, looking at Feng Chenglin playfully.
"What's wrong?"
Feng Chenglin ignored her ridicule, frowning solemnly: "These people are very embarrassed... Look at their clothes, no one is neat, which one is not ragged, and some people still have dry bodies. Blood stains..."
"Not bad, you can see it all?!"
Ling Luoyu smiled and picked up two bowls of noodles and blinked his left eye at Feng Chenglin.
"Now I know, it's not bad for us to open this small noodle restaurant?"
Feng Chenglin suddenly opened his mouth as he looked at her back.
When she turned back, she shook her head and whispered: "Did you...have already planned it?"
"What do you mean?"
This is a game she set up, and she knows best whether there are any secrets in it.
Rather than go in for danger, it is better to lay out outside and wait for Dingmiao to get the bait.
It was late at night, but everyone didn't mean to leave.
Under the drunkenness, the hostility seemed less obvious.
With the laughter, the atmosphere in the tent became warmer and warmer.
Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin huddled beside the stove, looking at the laughing people.
"Fatty, did you talk about Miao's secret?"
Feng Chenglin's eyelids grew longer and longer, and he slowly closed: "Yes..."
"What is it?"
"...How do I know... you ask them..."
Ling Luoyu frowned: "When we guarded against the wind, we didn't say any secrets!"
She didn't even know what the secret of the Miao family was!
Why did this suddenly come up with a secret?
Is it true, or does the Miao family really have this thing?
The morning sun penetrated through the gaps in the tent and pierced into Feng Chenglin's eyes.
He turned his head abruptly, avoiding the dazzling light, and slowly opened his eyes.
Ling Luoyu didn't know where he was. Except for a man sitting alone in the tent, everyone else had long since disappeared, leaving only a mess.
"Finally gone..." Feng Chenglin rubbed his neck and got up.
This night, the one who sleeps is called tired.
Hearing the movement, the man at the table slowly tilted his head, his eyes squinting from the broken hair.
"A bowl of noodles!"
"Wait a minute!"
Feng Chenglin's MMP still has to play the role of the second child.
Stabbing the stove, he started a fire to cook, ordered a bowl of noodles for the man, and yawned to deliver it.
"Guest..."
The man suddenly shot, locked his wrist with one hand, and pinched his throat violently.
"boom!"
Feng Chenglin was pressed on the table, but did not fight back.
A familiar bracelet was revealed on the man's wrist.
"Set the temple?"
He suddenly raised his head, looked at the dirty face in front of him, and whispered.
"You are too dirty!"
Dingmiao did not expect to let the other party see his identity at a glance, and the murder suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you!"
Feng Chenglin patted his arm, trying to make himself more comfortable.
"Take it lightly and choke me to death..."
The strength in Dingmiao's hands is heavier: "Say, who are you?!"
"boom!"
The animal-like power on Feng Chenglin violently rushed open the Dingmiao.
Dingmiao took two steps back and looked at Feng Chenglin up and down in disbelief: "You... are you brother Feng?"
"Ha, it seems that my practice is rare!
Feng Chenglin grabbed the bowl of noodles, sat down at the table, and ate it himself.
"Otherwise, you wouldn't recognize me so quickly!"
Dingmiao frowned and looked around: "Why are you here alone? Where's her?"
