Princess Against the World

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, Feng Chenglin put his hands in his sleeves, stomping his feet coldly, looking at the end of the mountain road from time to time.

It was white and there was no trace.

Not to mention human beings, I didn't even see a single bird's feather.

"These three young masters, why haven't they come yet?!"

He glanced at the old man behind him, and said uneasy: "Same head, did we go the wrong way?!"

The old man had gray hair and was dressed in an old gray linen cotton-padded coat. His spirit was shining, and he grinds arrows on a stone without rush.

"I can't go wrong, my pavilion has been hunting here for a lifetime, and I have been to Triangular Stream several times. Why did I go wrong?!"

"Why hasn't the man arrived yet!?" Feng Chenglin looked anxiously at the sky: "Didn't you say it, did you meet here in the evening!?"

Early this morning, he received a letter from Ling Luoyu.

The letter listed a large list of objects, so that he must arrive here in the evening with things, and by the way, Ling Chongding asked for an old orion who had been to Sanjiaojian.

Tingtong is one of the few in Ling's family who has returned alive from Sanjiajian.

At this point, he was honored as the same head.

He calmly raised his head and glanced at the gray sky.

"It's not that they came late, but we came early!"

Feng Chenglin was a little aggrieved: "I'm not afraid of delaying her business? I knew that, I'll come over later... It's good to burn it by the stove!"

Ting's movement of sharpening the arrow abruptly continued, vigilantly turning behind him.

"someone is coming……"

It is still in the hunting area. If the Tian family finds outsiders present, they might take the opportunity to make a fuss.

Feng Chenglin looked at Tingtong with amazement: "Okay, with the same head, I only heard the movement at this cultivation level, you actually discovered it earlier than me!"

"No way, I've been an old hunter for a lifetime, so I'm just a little alert!"

The pavilion crawled in the snow, lowering his voice.

"I tell you, I can come back from Triangle Stream many times... I am not relying on luck!"

Feng Chenglin was about to let him share some experience, but he was already full of bows and the arrow aimed forward.

"over there!"

On the snowy ground in the distance, two figures leaped forward.

Looking at the color of the clothes, Ting suddenly let go.

"It's a disciple of our Ling family!"

Feng Chenglin patted the snowflakes and climbed up: "Isn't that the Ling family disciple..."

The people here are Ling Luoyu and Ling Jingchen.

Ling Luoyu arrived almost instantly after seeing Fengchenglin.

"Fatty Feng, are everything I want ready?"

Feng Chenglin was unhappy: "Three young masters, you don't care if I have been frozen here..."

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "The flesh of your body is worth a cotton robe! I don't even feel cold, you are still cold?! Don't talk nonsense, what do I want!"

Fengcheng Lin threw the backpack over in angrily.

"It's all here..."

Ling Luoyu ignored the nonsense with him, and checked the contents of his backpack.

"Fatty, when I go back..."

"Wait!"

Before Ling Luoyu finished speaking, Feng Chenglin suddenly grabbed the backpack, and Ling Luoyu looked dazed.

"Fatty man, what are you doing?!"

"Three young masters, you have to make it clear, co-author this time, you won't take me there!?"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes and said in an angry voice, "You think this is a sightseeing tour, you have to follow everything!"

She stretched out her hand impatiently.

"Give me the backpack and go in a hurry!"

Feng Chenglin decisively put the backpack on his back.

"No, go and take me with you!"