For several days, she was riding quietly and even having meals was the two of them.

As noon approached, Ling Luoyu snapped his fingers and attracted the eyes of the two of them.

"I said... two uncles, what are we going to have for lunch today? Have you thought about what to eat?!"

"Wine! It must be wine!"

Feng Chenglin laughed and patted Ding Temple's shoulder.

"San Master, I tell you that in the past two days, Ding Temple and I have met too late! If I don't drink some wine to celebrate, I'm sorry for the fate of both of us, right?"

"Not bad! We will not return drunk at noon today!"

Ding Temple also climbed Feng Chenglin's shoulders. The two brothers seemed to be riding horses together, and they missed Ling Luoyu proudly.

"You...what..."

Ling Luoyu twitched his lips and looked at the two of them speechlessly.

It is obviously two people with different minds and ulterior motives, but they are all very ill-made drama artists.

After a few drinks, the relationship is closer than the brothers.

On the contrary, she followed the person behind her, as if it was redundant!

Looking at the backs of the two, Ling Luoyu shook his head silently and rode his horse to follow.

Fulin Town is located at the intersection of three official roads and is destined to be very lively.

Moreover, it was close to the beach and there were many people doing business, so the residents of the entire town were quite rich.

Dingmiao and Feng Chenglin were discussing whether to eat fish or meat, but Ling Luoyu behind wanted to kick them one by one.

"What's the point of fighting for this? Order whatever you want..."

Is it interesting to fight for this low-level topic?

With a speechless rolling eyes, Ling Luoyu glanced at the surrounding shops.

"There are all kinds of snacks in the restaurants here, you want to..."

Her eyes trembled, and her words suddenly stopped, and her heart trembled for no reason.

Feng Chenglin noticed her strangeness and walked quickly: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Ling Luoyu suddenly withdrew his gaze: "It's okay!"

Feng Chenglin frowned and looked at her eyes, but he didn't see anything.

"San Young Master, what's wrong? If it's okay, you won't be like this... Do you even hide me from it?"

Ling Luoyu let out a long sigh and raised his eyes quietly: "It's Mo Xuanchen!"

"ah?!"

Feng Chenglin jumped up like a furious hair, startled the temple in front of him: "What's wrong?!"

"fine!"

Feng Chenglin quickly waved his hand and signaled to the temple.

"You go to the front and find a restaurant to sit down, order good food and wait for us..."

A strange color flashed in Dingmiao's eyes. He knew that the two of them had something to say, so he probably sent him away. He also cooperated to turn around and led the three horses forward.

With his voice down, Feng Chenglin almost whispered: "Where is he?"

He had swept the place around just now and did not see Mo Xuanchen.

Is Ling Luoyu too nervous or his eyesight is not as good as others?

"Why didn't he come to see you?"

"On the flag of the teahouse on the left..."

“…”

Feng Chenglin only discovered that someone had drawn a strange symbol with ink on the flags of the teahouse.

"That's the emblem of the Mohist family!"

Ling Luoyu's voice sounded in his ears.

"It should be Mo Xuanchen left behind! He was telling me...he has been here!"

"So, our route is correct!"

Feng Chenglin's eyes lit up suddenly, and he thought of something.

"And he should have guessed that we will come here, so we will leave clues! In this way, if we want to find him, we just need to follow this mark and search..."
Chapter completed!