Feng Chenglin thrust: "What you think is beautiful..."

If that Miss Yin had found out the truth so easily, Yan Zhen and Wuyingjian would not have set any traps on them!

However, seeing Ling Luoyu's confident appearance, he couldn't say anything, so he could only respond.

"Okay, tell me, where are we going now?"

"Of course the plan remains unchanged..."

“…”

——

The breeze blew on my face, blowing away my long hair.

He leaned down at the corner of the windowsill, watching the water surface retreating rapidly in front of his eyes, without moving.

I don't know what I remembered, but the curve of the corner of his mouth slowly raised and a smile appeared.

And the expression gradually arose in his eyes.

"Young Master..."

Zhao Long ran from the deck, holding a carrier pigeon in his hand.

"I've written a letter over there..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Yan Zhen's smile restrained, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and look at Fang Zhe behind Yan Zhen.

Fang Zhe shrugged, his face confused, and he shook his head silently—

He didn't know what was wrong with his master!

Early in the morning, he lay down at the window, looking outside, never moving his body.

"What's the matter?" Yan Zhen lowered his head and wiped the wooden flower lattice at the window with a handkerchief.

"Oh...the letter over there!"

Zhao Long responded quickly and stretched out the legs of the carrier pigeon.

"They're very fast this time..."

Yan Zhen threw away the handkerchief, opened the beeswax on the pigeon's legs, and took out a small piece of paper.

After a quick glance, he frowned and looked up at Zhao Long with a slightly different expression.

"It's her..."

"What?"

Zhao Long and Fang Zhe looked at each other suspiciously, frowned and stepped forward.

"Young Master, have you found it out?"

"Who?!"

Looking at the letter in his hand, Yan Zhen frowned. After walking back and forth in the room a few times, he finally handed the letter to the two of them.

"You guys see it for yourself..."

"What?!"

Fang Zhe looked over without hesitation.

Who knew that after a glance, his eyes suddenly widened, but he became more suspicious-

"Yaoshan Sect??They came from Yaoshan Sect!?"

He suddenly looked at Zhao Long.

"Isn't this Yaoshan Sect famous for its elixirs? When did it become so powerful in terms of cultivation?"

Zhao Long's eyes flashed and he shook his head slightly: "The people from Yaoshan Sect... they are indeed not good at cultivation, but there is someone... they are in the limelight recently!! Recently, there are many rumors about her in the world, young master..."

He looked at Yan Zhen and handed the letter in his hand back.

"Young Master, do you think... that person will be her?"

"Who?!"

Although Fang Zhe was a little late to realize, he was not sure.

"What you said... it shouldn't be the new sect leader who usurped the throne and seized the lord by Yaoshan Sect... is it?"

"Bang!"

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Long slapped the back of his head.

"Shut up!! People are called "The next wave pushing the previous wave..."

While scolding, Zhao Long winked at Fang Zhe, which made him wonder. He didn't dare to get angry for a moment, so he could only nod.

"oh……"

Hell!!

He said nothing wrong, why should he be beaten?

What he said is well-known and he didn't talk nonsense, so why was he beaten?!

Taking advantage of the gap between Yan Zhen's eyes lowering his eyes and looking at the letter, he came to Zhao Long—

"I said, what did you do when you hit me?"

"It's light to hit you!! Can you talk??"

Zhao Long winked at Yan Zhen silently, his eyes slightly different.

"After following the young master for so many years, don't you see that!"
Chapter completed!