นักเขียน: Filthy เครื่องแปลภาษา
Ling Jue looked at his determined expression and started to suspect something. The crazy uncle's parents were being chased and had escaped to this place, so he didn't dare to say his real name.
Forget it. So what if he asked the truth now? The crazy uncle wasn't here either.
It would be better if they met each other when the time came and directly recognized each other.
"If that's the case, then let's go. " Ling Jue saw that he had already expelled the snake venom and was no longer in danger, so he walked towards the carriage.
"Wait! Little brother! " Long Jing scratched his head in embarrassment. "Can you take me to the next town? My leg is a little sore, so I might not be able to walk to the next town. "
"Huh? " Ling jue raised his eyebrows. His body was very good. After he had expelled the Venom, he could beat a few cows. Why would his leg be sore?
"An old illness. " He smiled awkwardly.
He had been wandering in this forest for almost a week, but he could not walk out.
He had clearly promised to find the two little fellows, but he had not found them. He had almost lost his way.
When would he recover from his bad sense of direction.
Ling Jue looked at the clothes on his body. His black shoes were muddy, and his pants were a little tattered. Could it be that he had stayed in this forest for a long time Did he not notice that the road was not far away?
Could it be that this uncle was actually a bad sense of direction? ! !
She rubbed the space between her brows. The crazy uncle's father was a bad sense of direction. She could not believe it.
"This... little brother, uncle is already so old. His legs are not good. You can understand, right? "
"Yes, let's go. " Ling Jue had originally planned to invite him to go with her.
After all, there was a little thing in the car that was his son.
She really had to bring him along all the time. This way, she would be able to confirm if this was his father after she found uncle crazy.
"little brother is really a good person. " Long Jing was very surprised. Was this little brother really from this continent?
Why was he not afraid when he heard about the heavenly devil sect... ...
Hearing about his name, Long Jing's reaction was actually the same as hearing about selling candied haws at the eastern end of the village? ! !
Eh, no matter what, he was still a well-known devil.
This reaction was a little disrespectful of his identity!
Shouldn't he be terrified?
Unless!
Unless he wasn't from this continent, so he knew Chu wo!
COULD HE BE CHU WO's son? ! !
No, he had seen Chu Wo's two sons before. They were silly and didn't have the wit, nor were they as handsome and smart as his eldest son, so he ruled out this possibility.
Could they be his enemies?
But if they were his enemies, why would they save him Why didn't they expose him?
He was confused.
Could it be that he was old and couldn't guess what the young man was thinking?
It seemed that he had overlooked some details. Eh, what was it?
Ling Jue Yawned and pointed at the tree that blocked the road. "Uncle, you did that tree, right? I'll leave it to you to handle. "
"Kid, respect the old and love the young, do you understand? " He looked at the way he was supposed to, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He resigned himself to fate and moved the tree away.
Eh, this kid is a little annoying. What should I do.
Is He afraid of me or not?
He sighed and moved the tree to the side. He looked up at the place where the fight had just taken place.
This was the main road. This was the place where he had been walking for a week... ...
In other words, this was obviously a very short road. He had been walking for so long and still hadn't found the exit?
Being unable to find his way around must be a disease!
And it couldn't be cured at all! ! !
Why didn't he see such a close place! !
He took a deep breath. He wasn't angry. He was old and couldn't afford to be angry anymore.
But what if he still felt uncomfortable in his heart! !
He thought of something and glanced at the carriage. Maybe he should leave by himself so that the kid wouldn't make fun of him.
Only a person with a bad sense of direction would understand the suffering of a person with a bad sense of direction. This really had nothing to do with intelligence. ...