Feng Lin observed carefully and found that underneath the black robe was silvery long hair hanging down.
It was obviously Chi Jinghong.
"Feng Lin, hand over the map."
Chi Jinghong approached Feng Lin, removed the hood of the black robe, and revealed that stunningly beautiful face.
"Who is Feng Lin?"
Feng Lin deliberately suppressed his voice.
"So you're not Feng Lin, then you can die." Chi Jinghong indifferently extended her hand.
"It's me, I was just kidding."
Feng Lin, smiling, took out a ring and extracted an iron piece from it, "I was actually grabbing it for my sister."
"Should I thank you for that?"
Chi Jinghong asked indifferently as she took the iron piece.
"No need for thanks, just bring me along when you head to the Three Kings' Tomb."
Feng Lin said, laughing as he wrapped his arm around Chi Jinghong's shoulder.
Chi Jinghong turned her head back indifferently, those red pupils focusing on Feng Lin.
Feng Lin withdrew his hand awkwardly.