Princess Against the World

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

It was all white, and there was no trace of it.

Not to mention people, not even a single bird feather was seen.

"Why haven't these three young masters come yet?!"

He glanced at the old man behind him and said worriedly, "Tongto, we didn't go the wrong way, right?!"

The old man had gray hair and was dressed in a gray old linen cotton coat. His spirit was shining, and he was grinding an arrow on a stone without rushing.

"You can't go wrong, I have been hunting here all my life, Tingtong, and I have been to the Triangle Stream a few times, how could I go wrong?!"

"Why hasn't that person arrived yet!?" Feng Chenglin looked at the sky anxiously: "Didn't we agree that we will meet here in the evening!?"

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

The letter listed a large list of items, so that he must arrive here in the evening with his belongings, and by the way, he asked Ling Chongding to ask for an old hunter who had been to the Triangle Stream.

Ting Tong is one of the few hunters in the Ling family who came back alive from Triangle Stream.

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

He raised his head calmly 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? If I knew this, I'd come later... It's good to bake more by the stove!"

Ting Tong's movement of sharpening his arrows was abrupt, and he turned alertly behind him.

"someone is coming……"

This is still in the hunting area. If the Tian family finds that outsiders are present, they may take the opportunity to make a big fuss.

Feng Chenglin looked at Ting Tong in amazement: "Okay, Tongtou, I only heard the movement when I was in my cultivation, and you found out earlier than me!"

"There's no way, I've been an old hunter for a lifetime, and that's all that's left of vigilance!"

Tong Ting was crawling in the snow and lowered his voice.

"I tell you, I can come back from the Triangle Stream many times... I don't rely on luck!"

Feng Chenglin was just about to let him share some experience, but he had already drawn his bow and pointed the arrow ahead.

"there!"

On the snow in the distance, two figures jumped over.

Seeing the color of his clothes, Ting Tong suddenly relaxed.

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

Feng Chenglin patted the snowflakes and got up: "Isn't he a disciple of the Ling family..."

The people who came were Ling Luoyu and Ling Jingchen.

Ling Luoyu arrived almost instantly after seeing Feng Chenglin.

"Fatty Feng, are all the things I want ready?"

Feng Chenglin was unhappy: "San Shao, you don't care if I'm freezing here..."

Ling Luoyu rolled her eyes: "Your flesh is worth a cotton robe! I don't feel cold at all, you are still cold?! Don't talk nonsense, what I want!"

Feng Chenglin angrily threw his backpack over.

"It's all here..."

Ling Luoyu didn't care about talking nonsense with him, and checked the contents of his backpack.

"Fatty, after going back..."

"Wait!!"

Before Ling Luoyu could finish speaking, Feng Chenglin suddenly grabbed the backpack, and Ling Luoyu looked stunned.

"Damn fat man, what are you doing?!"

"Three young masters, you made it clear that this time, you won't take me with you!?"

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

She reached out impatiently.

"Give me the backpack, I'm going in a hurry!"

Feng Chenglin put the backpack on his back decisively.

"No, go take me with you!"