Is it a magic weapon good? Do you think it is your shovel?!

"Fatty, you dig a hole here, I'll find some dry firewood to come back!"

Ling Luoyu released the wool ball.

"Hairball, go hunt some wild game! Remember, you need more meat!"

Maoqiu responded happily, and in a blink of an eye he ran away without a trace.

Feng Chenglin cut off a large rock with one knife, and then threw it out with force.

With the magic weapon in hand, in just half a stick of incense, he took out a three-meter-square cave.

Ling Luoyu also came back with a bundle of dry branches on his back.

"It's done, we'll just be camping today!"

The hairball brought back a small beast as big as a wild boar and turned around in excitement.

After Feng Chenglin handled it, he set up a bonfire at the entrance of the cave and started barbecuing.

As noon approaches, the sky becomes darker.

Ling Luoyu stood in the open space, looking at the approaching dark clouds with a gloomy look.

"Fatty, have you noticed that something seems to be rolling in the dark cloud?!"

Feng Chenglin was concentrating on making barbecue, and he didn't raise his head when he heard this: "What can I do? It's just Yuncai!"

He sniffed the smell of flesh like enjoyment, and he drooled.

"San Shao, where did you make these spices? They are really delicious..."

"That was my own configuration! If you like it, I will copy you a copy of the prescription when you go back!"

In the "crackling", a few heavy raindrops fell.

Ling Luoyu hurried back to the cave, sat down on the mattress, took out the water jug ​​to boil water.

"Fatty, how much do you know about Gu Lan!?"

Feng Chenglin was a little surprised: "Gu Lan? That wild man?! Very good, what did you ask him for?"

"I'm just curious! Besides, I'm still idle now. Let's listen to it, it's a relief..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly felt energetic, and did his best, with a bit of gossip in his heart.

"What did your old man and Ershuai say about him?"

"Barring, if I say it, will I ask you again?"

"Actually, I don't know much about Gu Lan. I just ran to ask my grandfather on the morning of the accident! All the news was heard from him!"

Ling Luoyu gave him a blank look, lowered his eyes unhappy: "If you have something to say, just say it, let it go! Don't you pretend to be mysterious here! If you weren't idle now and have nothing to do to relieve your boredom, who would have liked to listen to your saliva nonsense?

!explain!!"

"When it comes to Gu Lan, there are really few people who know him! There will be no more than five people in the capital who know his real name! However, when it comes to his nickname, it is famous and can be said to be no one.

I don't know, everyone knows it..."

Fatty Feng mysteriously approached her body and raised her eyebrows to indicate.

"Do you know what his nickname is?!"

Ling Luoyu was too lazy to pay attention to him and stirred up the water in the porcelain jar on his own.

Feng Chenglin took his body back boredly: "He is nicknamed Taohua Xiaolangjun!"

Ling Luoyu's hands suddenly froze, and his face turned a little strange.

"Peach Blossom...Little Langjun?!"

Why does this name sound so familiar?

"It's not the... flower-picking thief from more than 20 years ago, right?"

Twenty years ago, a flower-picking thief suddenly appeared in the capital, calling himself a peach blossom young man.

Speaking of this little peach blossom husband, he is completely different from ordinary flower picking thieves.

Other people's flower-picking thief sneaked into the boudoir, dizzying the girl with her pills, and doing things that hurt the sky and harm the truth.
Chapter completed!