Chapter 5643: My sign is wheelchair

"Li Soul Stone? Haven't I already told you?"
"How do you know that the Lihun Stone is in the Mo Family?"
"I'm really analyzing..." Zhou Yan also smiled: "It seems that I guessed right, the Li Soul Stone is really in the Mo Family?!"
"Yes, just where... I don't know yet!"
"..."
"However, I think there should be a hint at that place!"
The Lihun Stone was stolen and released by Mr. Tang.
Moreover, it is obvious to wait for her to appear, come and take it away!
In this case, it must be a place where she can find the house.
"I'll accompany you!" Zhou Yan thought of something: "People of the Mo family know Dingmiao and Mo You. Their two actions will get in the way, and I have also collected some information on the Mo family over the years, which may be useful. It’s just...this matter, don’t you want the Mohists to know?"
"That's natural!"
"In that case, let's start from Xiajiang!"
"Xiajiang?"
"Xiajiang is the junction of the Red City and the Central City. It is separated from the Gray City by a city. If you start from that place, even if there is an investigation, you will not find Mo Xuanchen here..."
"It doesn't matter anything else, it's just you..." Ling Luoyu pointed to his face, "Do you want to adjust your appearance?"
"You mean my face?" Zhou Yan smiled: "Miss Ling, from the Mo family, my signature is a soft sedan chair, a wheelchair, not my face!!!"
Ling Luoyu: "..."
This is a bit rough.
But reason is true!
Because for everyone, as long as Zhou Yan appears, there must be a wheelchair or a soft sedan chair. With this pull, what he looks like will be naturally eliminated.
The two negotiated some more details, and then they escaped from the chaos.
In the hall, Feng Chenglin's purring sound was quite ear-splitting.
Cheng Xue looked at him from time to time with a complicated expression.
And Zhuang Dashang, sitting on the steps, looked at Cheng Xue's face rather badly.
Moyou and Dingmiao looked for a chessboard to play chess, calmly.
Two of them, one is not too concerned about the outcome of the matter.
After all, it's none of your business!
The other is absolute confidence in Ling Luoyu.
Just like Feng Chenglin, if you feel relieved, you will naturally have no troubles.
The maid brought a new cup of tea.
Feng Chenglin was awakened by the sound of collision when collecting the old tea cups.
He paused, stopped his snoring, and slowly sat up straight: "Huh? Haven't come out yet? I'm all hungry... Well, do you have anything to eat? Cook me a bowl of noodles... You..."
After speaking, she looked at Shang Cheng Xue.
The corners of his lips twitched, and he immediately wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, seeming to wipe off the remaining halazi.
"Well, who of you wants to eat noodles, let's cook together?"
Dingmiao raised his hand: "I have everything!"
Mo You squeezed the chess piece, and then dropped it for a long time: "Give me a bowl of porridge!"
The maid responded and looked at Cheng Xue and Zhuang Dashang.
Zhuang Dashang rolled his eyes and said nothing.
Cheng Xue also shook her head: "No appetite!"
The owner is still undecided about his life or death, how can they both be in the mood to eat?
"Feng Chenglin, where did that girl Ling take my master?" Zhuang Dashang murmured impatiently.
"Where? You don't know or can't go, what do you ask?"
Feng Chenglin took a sip of tea, rinsed his mouth, and drank the rest of the tea in a leisurely manner.