
“Sister-in-law, where are we going?” After exiting through the city gate, he began to measure the people around him.
At that moment, Ling Mo Han stopped his steps and glanced at the little beggar to say in a deep voice: “You're already out here, don't follow me anymore.”
Feng Jiu was startled for a moment and he quickly continued with a sweet smile: “Oh Sister-in-law! What did you say?” Uncle had actually realized that he wanted to get out through the city gate! It was foreseeable now that he thought about it, as the man did not look to be from common stock and his little trick should have been pretty obvious to him. But what surprised him was that he still helped her even after being wise to her ruse.
Seeing him walk away quickly with wide strides, Feng Jiu immediately chased after him. “Brother ...” Before he could finish his words, he was cut off.
“I'm not your sister-in-law, stop calling me that.” The deep voice is a deep, cold and loud baritone, the personification of masculinity.
“Did I really mistake you for someone else? My sister told me that my sister-in-law has a thick beard that is easy to recognize.” He ran beside her and began to closely observe her from head to toe. Suddenly, he grinned widely and said: “Heh heh, maybe, just maybe, I might actually get the wrong person. You know, my brother-in-law should be a little younger than you.”
Ling Mo Han continued on his way, completely ignoring the little beggar by his side. From the way he looked at it, a little beggar with some intelligence but not practicing cultivation in the slightest did not deserve his attention and hence, he accelerated his pace forward, he said, several times faster than in the city.
Regarding his suddenly increased speed, Feng Jiu was suddenly intrigued as he thought to himself: [Looking at his footsteps, they seem to tread the ground lightly, but at the same time, at the same time, they just seemed to pass by without touching. He was moving very fast but it was very different from his own Traceless in the Snow Cloud Treading Steps.
“Uncle! Uncle! Wait for me!” It was not that he really wanted to stick to her but there was only one way after exiting through the city gate. Moreover, he was completely incapable of lazing around following the man because he had to search for some potions to fight the poison within his body!
But, according to the memories of the real Feng Qing Ge, this Su Ruo Yun seemed to be the same as him, coming from the twenty-first century as well? And he either had to be an expert in medicine or he wouldn't be able to make a mask that was exactly like him.
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Something he initially felt endlessly boring seemed to become even more interesting!
When Ling Mo Han who was far ahead heard the repeated yelling of uncle, the corner of his mouth started twitching. He involuntarily felt a beard on his own face and he increased his steps again, thinking of throwing the person behind him. However, after about four hours when he stopped and turned his head back to take a peek, he saw a skinny figure still following behind him about ten steps away and his heart was somewhat shocked.
For someone who had yet to cultivate, how could he follow her?
Feng Jiu was panting as he ran towards her, his back bent with his hands resting on his knees, panting: “Wah! It was so exhausting that I was ready to fall. Uncle! Why are you walking so fast?”
Ling Mo Han's brows furrowed closer as he assessed the dirty little beggar for a long time before he said in a deep voice: “Don't follow me anymore. The place I was heading to was the Nine Trapping Forest. The place is full of endless dangers and you will only get killed if you get in there.”
“You misunderstood, uncle. I didn't follow you, but it was originally my intention to go to the Nine Traps Forest. But since you will go there too, wouldn't it be better if we go there together. ?”