However, until the east side showed white fish belly and the rooster crowed, the three of them were still strolling on the street.

Zhao Sheng couldn't stand it, and grabbed Feng Chenglin's sleeve like a helping call.

"I said Feng Chenglin, you can do it. For the sake of my injury, let me spare me... We have walked back and forth three times this night..."

Feng Chenglin was also a little frustrated: "Shut up!"

He wasn't so stupid that he knew they had already walked back and forth three times.

But the key point is that after all this three times, he still didn't know what Ling Luoyu was looking for.

"I...I can't stand my body..."

Before Zhao Sheng could finish his words, a crisp "click" sound came beside them.

A simple and quaint door opened, revealing a yawning head.

"Who is talking this morning..."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in his forties. When he saw the two, he was stunned for a moment.

"You are..."

Before Feng Chenglin could speak, Zhao Sheng couldn't wait to say, "Brother, we are passing by, want to find a place to eat..."

"Eat? Take another hundred steps ahead and there is a small noodle restaurant. If the door is not opened, knock on the door..." The man shrank his head and went back and closed the yard door.

Zhao Sheng frowned pitifully: "Mr. Feng, tell me about Mr. Ling, let's go to have a meal... This has been a night of trouble..."

These two people were injected with chicken blood, and they were not hungry without eating.

He is a physical body and is very hungry!

Don’t be killed without being injured or starved to death, that would be inappropriate!

"Eat..." Feng Chenglin muttered and looked at Ling Luoyu in front of him.

Seriously!

He is hungry too!

only--

"Huh? Where is the third young master?"

Where is Ling Luoyu's shadow ahead?

Zhao Sheng swallowed: "Didn't it mean... there is a noodle shop in front? Could it be that Mr. Ling was hungry himself, so he knocked on the door of the noodle shop first and ate first?"

Otherwise, where else can a person go in this blink of an eye?

Sure enough, when the two of them continued to search, they finally found Ling Luoyu in a small noodle restaurant huddled in the corner.

As soon as he entered the door, Feng Chenglin saw the steaming hot tea in front of her: "San Master, you are not kind...we just..."

"Keep, the three bowls of hot noodle soup you want are here..."

With a loud singing and shouting, all Feng Chenglin's complaints disappeared.

"San Young Master, I knew you were the best... When people disappeared, they must have been scolding us..."

Zhao Sheng thrust his mouth: "..."

Do you dare to ignore your face again?

This seems to be his line!?

Ling Luoyu didn't match Feng Chenglin's stubbornness: "Old man, I'll bother you. I'll give us three more bowls. My two friends were all hungry all night..."

"It's easy to say, I'll do it for you..."

The old man above laughed and carefully wiped the chopsticks in the veil before handing them to the three of them.

"To be honest, I'm the soup base for a century-old soup. I'll sure you want to take a second sip after taking a sip..."

When Zhao Sheng took the chopsticks, he felt a little disgusted: "That... can you give me some water?"

Is these chopsticks even wiped with a veil?

To be honest, it feels better if you don’t wipe it, but it will become even more dirty after you wipe it!

It's better to wash it with some water!

Who knows—

Ling Luoyu used chopsticks to pick up the noodles, and his eyes looked cold and looked at him sideways: "What do you want to do with water?"
Chapter completed!