Princess Against the World

Is it a magic weapon? Do you think it is your shovel? !

"Fatty, you are digging a hole here, I'll find some dry firewood and come back!"

Ling Luoyu released the hair ball.

"Maoqiu, go hunting for some game! Remember, you need more meat!"

Hairball responded cheerfully, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

Feng Chenglin cut off a large rock neatly with a knife, and then threw it out with force.

With divine soldiers in hand, in less than half a stick of incense, he pulled out a three-meter-square cave.

Ling Luoyu also came back with a bundle of dry branches.

"It's done, we're going to be camping today!"

The hairball brought back a small beast the size of a wild boar and spun around excitedly.

After Feng Chenglin dealt with it, he set up a bonfire at the entrance of the cave and began to barbecue.

As noon approached, the sky grew darker.

Ling Luoyu stood in the open space, staring at the approaching dark clouds with seductive eyes.

"Fatty, have you noticed that something seems to be rolling in this dark cloud?!"

Feng Chenglin was concentrating on the barbecue, without raising his head when he heard the words: "What can there be? It's just clouds!"

He sniffed the aroma of the meat as if enjoying it, and the saliva flowed.

"San Shao, where did you get these spices? It's really delicious..."

"That's what I configured myself! If you like it, I'll copy the recipe for you when you go back!"

In "Crackling", a few heavy raindrops fell.

Ling Luoyu hurried back to the cave, sat down on the mattress, and took out the pitcher to boil water.

"Fatty, how much do you know about Gu Lan!?"

Feng Chenglin was a little stunned: "Gu Lan? That wild man?! It's so good, what did you ask him to do?"

"I'm just curious! Besides, I'm still idle when I'm idle now. Let's listen to it, it's relieved..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly regained his energy, and did his best, with a little bit of gossip in his seriousness.

"What did your old man and the second marshal say about him?"

"Bullshit, if I said it, would I still ask you!?"

"Actually, I'm not very clear about this Gu Lan, but on the morning of the accident, I ran to ask my grandfather! All the news was heard from him!"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes at him, and lowered his eyes unhappily: "If you have something to say, if you have a fart, let it go! What a fool here to pretend to be mysterious! If you are not busy now, who is willing to listen to your slobbering nonsense? !Say!!"

"Speaking of Gu Lan, very few people really know him! There are no more than five people in the capital who know his real name! However, when it comes to his nickname, he is famous, and it can be said that no one is there. I don't know, no one knows..."

Fatty Feng leaned forward mysteriously and raised his eyebrows.

"Do you know what his nickname is?!"

Ling Luoyu didn't bother to pay any attention to him, and just kept stirring the water in the porcelain jar.

Feng Chenglin retracted his body rather boringly: "His nickname is Peach Blossom Xiaolangjun!"

Ling Luoyu's hand froze suddenly, and his face became a little strange.

"Peach blossom... Little Langjun?!"

Why does this name sound so familiar! ?

"It won't be the one from more than 20 years ago... the flower thief?!"

Twenty years ago, a flower-picking thief suddenly appeared in the capital, calling himself Peach Blossom Xiaolangjun.

Speaking of this peach blossom boy, he is completely different from the general flower thief.

A flower thief from someone else's house sneaks into the boudoir, stuns the girl with a drug, and then does harm to the world.