Yan Ziyue was wearing a long emerald green dress with three pinky faces, and there was a happier look between her eyebrows and eyes.

This is incompatible with her affliction and revenge a few days ago.

"morning!"

Little raised his fingertips and greeted him leisurely.

"Ash..." Feng Chenglin bit the bun and looked at her seat in dumbfoundedly.

However, after sitting down, he seemed to remember something, slowly got up, bent his knees and saluted.

"High Priest."

Mo Xishu chuckled and pointed at her seat with his fingers.

"Sit down and eat!"

"Thank you High Priest..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What's the fucking thing? Something is wrong with others, or is it a fucking thing about him.

Why do you feel that the mental state of these people is completely different from yesterday?

She looked at Ling Luoyu with inquiring eyes, but she seemed to have nothing happened and was still eating her own meal.

When he winked again, he looked over quietly.

Feng Chenglin instantly understood and lowered his head to eat.

——Ling Luoyu also saw that something was wrong, but he was not good at slutty and pretended that nothing happened.

Since that's the case, let's act together.

Maybe he was in a good mood, and while eating, Yan Ziyue didn't stop humming.

A bite of porridge, a meal, and then hum.

Feng Chenglin ate the buns bite by bit with her rhythm: "You guys can't say anything, if you could have such a small song every day, how much more than two kilograms of meat would it take..."

I looked around and remembered something.

"By the way, didn't Dingmiao go to call Zhou Yan? Why haven't you come yet?"

I swallowed the buns, drank the porridge, and thought of something, and smiled.

"Didn't those two guys agree to elope?!"

Ling Luo Yuyou looked up and narrowed his eyes, and looked at Mo Xishu quietly: "Grandma, they are gone, do you know?"

"puff!"

Feng Chenglin sprayed out a mouthful of porridge.

What does it mean?

Mo Xishu's expression was obviously shocked, and then he immediately regained his indifference: "What did you say? Who left?"

"Zhou Yan and Ding Temple," Ling Luoyu ate the porridge calmly, lowered his eyes, and did not look at her eyes: "They two left the Priest Tower just now, do you know?"

"Is that so? Come!" The high priest suddenly stood up and called two people: "You go and ask what's going on, why the guests left, I don't know why no one told me!"

"Yes!" The two subordinates responded timidly and left quickly.

However, Junlai and Mo You and others did not react much to Zhou Yan and Dingmiao's departure without saying goodbye.

It seems that the problem of the two people's survival has nothing to do with them.

This kind of indifferent reaction is not at all like a brother who escaped from the gates of hell.

Feng Chenglin couldn't help it: "Okay, why do they leave? Hey, I'll tell you guys, don't just eat, do you know what's going on?"

"It's going to rain, and my mother wants to get married. Her legs are growing on them. How do I know?!" Yan Ziyue ate in small mouthfuls, looking intoxicated with the face of enjoying the delicious food.

Mo You burped a big burp and seemed to be overwhelmed, but he was still stuffing buns into his mouth.

"Maybe... they left first if they have something to do... What's so strange about it?"

He bites the bun and speaks vaguely.

Jun Lai still looked like an iceberg, eating slowly: "Didn't you say it? They both want to leave, but no one can stop them. How could there be any reason?"
Chapter completed!