"And the Zhou family can also mix with the eyes of the soul, and it is hard to distinguish between true and false, because even if they get the Soul Lie Stone, they can still secretly track down the whereabouts of the Soul Lie Stone, thus confusing the public..."

Ding Temple was said to be very immense: "Then what do you mean is that these two possibilities... will exist?"

Now it's time!

I originally thought that the Soul-Lie Stone was in the Yan family, but now a Zhou family has emerged.

"Miss Ling, the Zhou family is not the Yan family... Yan Feiyun and Yan Jiangshan and his son are afraid they can't fight against one Zhou Yan... Although the boy's legs are broken, it seems that his IQ plan is what I have seen in my life, second only to Mo Xuanchen..."

After a pause, I added another sentence.

"I'm afraid it's comparable to you...!"

"Ding Temple, what do you mean?" Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "Why do you need to add a sentence later? Is there a consolation prize?"

It sounds like a sentence that I added specifically because I was afraid of getting angry.

"If this is the case, you might as well not say it... Isn't this an insult to me?"

Behind the consolation prize, it means that she is not as good as Zhou Yan.

It’s better to say this directly!

At least, she won't be so sour!

"I really don't mean that..."

Ding Temple wanted to explain, but after thinking about it, he finally shut up.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. When you meet Zhou Yan and have a deep understanding of him, you will know what I mean!"

No longer worried, Dingmiao and Ling Luoyu agreed on a meeting place again and went to find Liao Feng.

Ling Luoyu went to the Zhou family.

The street between the Zhou family and the Yan family only restricts slave exchanges, but does not restrict normal transactions.

Just because you are not a slave, you can have free time and contact.

Ling Luoyu took off the Yaohuan, changed into a coarse cloth dress, and then put on a bamboo basket on his back, put some small fruits, and leisurely returned to the Zhou family territory again.

But this time, there was no blood flowing like last time.

The people of the Zhou family and the Yan family have become accustomed to this rhythm of life, trade, and money and goods.

Ling Luoyu symbolically sold fruits, but did not forget to inquire about Zhou Yan's residence.

However, the fruits are so bad that she has not eaten much.

While eating and walking, she waited until the fruits in the bamboo basket were almost finished, and she also saw what people said about Zhoujiacheng.

Compared with the towering palaces of the Yan family, Zhoujia City seems ancient and vicissitudes.

Its overall construction is bamboo and wood, which limits the tolerance of the pavilion itself, so that the entire Zhoujiacheng is only three stories high.

However, it has many guards.

When the spiritual consciousness was released, she simply checked the circle.

"So many secret guards..."

It is not just three layers inside and three layers outside, but if you count them in a staggered manner, there must be more than ten layers of guards.

But just looking at the surface, there are only a few people.

"Fatty, fatty, I'm here...you should know?"

Feng Chenglin could definitely sense the special aura of the Chaos Yuan Spirit.

After choosing a place to sit down, Ling Luoyu prepared tea and snacks, leisurely looked at the direction of Zhoujiacheng, waiting for Feng Chenglin to come to the appointment.

But until the sky got dark, I didn't see Feng Chenglin.

"What are you doing with this fat man?"

Such a procrastination is not Feng Chenglin's style.

Knowing that she was coming, he should have come to the appointment happily.

Strangely, he didn't.

For Ling Luoyu, this is not a good phenomenon.

"Fatty, don't scare me..." After sitting up straight, Ling Luoyu no longer had the comfort she had before.
Chapter completed!