This name is fake at first glance.

It is to conceal one's identity.

There is absolutely no silver here!

"What's wrong with the name?" The man glared and his fierce light suddenly appeared: "Is there anything wrong with this name?"

"No, no, of course not..." Ling Luoyu instantly lowered his eyes and smiled flatteringly: "Brother's name is so casual and open-minded, just like you, how could it be inappropriate?"

Holding the pen and ink, walking towards the second person.

"Brother, you are..."

"Current book!"

He took the pen and ink and was about to write his name, but when he saw Wang Er's name, his eyes narrowed.

Immediately, I wrote down - Zhao San.

Ling Luoyu: "..."

really!

They're all here to act!

I’m afraid everyone in this room is all corners!

With the lessons from these two people, the people behind seemed to have written down their names in tacitly.

Feng Chenglin, as Ling Luoyu's instructions, delivered the rice dishes to Baohe Temple. After helping for a while, he returned.

As soon as I came back, I saw Ling Luoyu lying on the counter counting money.

"Three Young Master..."

His eyes lit up instantly and he ran over happily.

"How is it? How much did you earn?"

"Isn't this counting?" Ling Luoyu pointed to the account book on one side: "Hey, just these people, wait a while, you remember to see if they go to Baobo Temple..."

Feng Chenglin then noticed that there was no one in the store: "Where are they?"

"What do you think?" Ling Luoyu's lips faded into a wicked smile: "Where do you think they are going to the first place now?"

Feng Chenglin suddenly realized, and approached thief and lowered his voice: "Zhao family...the old ancestral hall?!"

"Then the obvious place, if it were me, I would go there as soon as possible... But whether I can enter depends on their fate and luck!"

"Wait a moment, we will probably know..." Feng Chenglin laughed and opened the account book, so he took a look.

The smile slowly froze and his eyes blinked.

After a while: "Three Young Master?"

"Um?"

"...They, this name...Wang Er, Zhao San, Song Si, Zhang Wu, Yang Liu, Chen Qi...Is this a team formed, or are you here to tease me?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes flashed slightly: "What do you think?"

"These people are... really interesting. Do you hide your real name and no one else knows?"

"At least, we don't know!"

"...but they..." Feng Chenglin's eyes turned slightly, and he thought of something: "San Young Master, do you think these people... know each other?"

Ling Luoyu's eyelashes slightly sank, and a look of shock appeared: "Each of them has a huge aura hidden in their bodies. Although they can suppress it, their aura is amazing... How can people who can cultivate this aura not recognize each other?"

"... Then, these people are really interesting!" Feng Chenglin immediately threw away the account book and sneered: "Since we all know each other, why do we still use fake names? What is the difference between this and deceiving oneself?"

"They know each other, but you don't know each other!"

"……ah?"

"Even if someone among them gets the Wrath of Thunder at this time, only a few of them know... Of course, as the number of people increases later, more and more people will know about this, but... At present, only a few of them know that once the Wrath of Thunder comes to someone's hands, then only a few others can snatch it from..."
Chapter completed!