Feng Chenglin got up drunk and hazy, shaking his head: "if we rob, you can't stay!"
The old helmsman's pupil shrank: "Miss Ling, I think you really misunderstood I have just told brother Feng that even if there is a map in the Mohist family, it belongs to the Mohist people. I I was exiled by Mohism. What map do you have? Even with maps It's also a map back to where you lived before, not where you are now... "
"So you still have a map!" Ling Luoyu's left hand was a little closer again: "brother, don't hide and tuck in..."
“…… I... "
"Do you have to ask me to invite Hao's family here? Do you two confront each other face to face?"
The old helmsman's face suddenly changed -
he guessed a lot, and finally felt that the biggest problem was Hao Lian.
Because at that time, he saw his own map!
However, he hoped that he had forgotten it!
So, I've been biting myself to death!
Unexpectedly, the crux of the matter is still Hao Lian.
"Miss Ling, you Why do you need it? "
The old helmsman gritted his teeth and hesitated to take out a polished thing from his arms and put it on Ling Luoyu's hand.
"As I said, this map, which means you can go back to the place where you lived before, you can't find the current Mohist..."
"Is it?"
Ling Luoyu responded casually, and then took out the token of Wanzi and put them in one place.
"You..." The old helmsman's eyes suddenly widened. He looked at Ling Luoyu in disbelief. Then he looked at the keepsake in her hand Why do you have this? "
The next second, he realized it wasn't right.
"You are not from Mohist school, and this thing is not yours..."
Lingluoyu's lip corner ponders on picks: "elder brother how to know this is not mine?"
"If it's yours, you know how to use it, not I was lured to hand over the map in disguise... "