Feng Chenglin said for a long time that Ling Luoyu didn't react at all. He just stood there with his eyebrows locked.
He could not help feeling guilty: "San Shao, did I say Stupid? "
"No But you wake me up... " Ling Luoyu's fingertips cocked lightly and said with a thoughtful smile: "as the saying goes, there is no eternal enemy. Why don't we turn this enemy into our own?"
"Become your own man?" Feng Chenglin's eyes suddenly widened: "San Shao, you have to think about it. If this Dingdang girl is really a person of God, then she is loyal to God, or she has something to hold in the hands of God. In a word, she is not a person you can win over easily..."
"I know, so I don't intend to win her over completely, just No more harm to us
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the cool wind blows through the gap of the window, brushing the jingling hair and falling on the cheek.
Her eyebrows moved, and she instinctively brushed her hair with her hand and turned over.
Suddenly --
she opened her eyes, sat up suddenly, and listened.
"This is..."
Indistinctly, a faint whistling sound, with the wind swept over the ear.
"It's like It's someone practicing martial arts... "
The rhythm of the sound is steady, long and powerful.
From the sound to distinguish, as if from her place is quite far away.
And -
"a lot of people Together "
jingling's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly got up to dress and opened the door silently.
After an alert look around, follow the sound to find the past.
The location of the sound is in the hinterland of Beiluo mountain, half a hill away from her place.
After sinking on a rock, she looked out from a high place.