Chapter 5115: difference

Feng Chenglin got up with drunken eyes and dangled his head: "If we grab it, you won't be able to keep it!"
The pupils of the old helmsman shrank: "Miss Ling, I think you really misunderstood... I have already said that Brother Hefeng, even if the Mo family has a map, it belongs to the Mo family. I... I was expelled from exile by the Mo family. People of, how can there be any map? Even if there is a map... that is the map to return to the previous residence, not the map of the place where the Mo family is now..."
"So, you still have a map!" Ling Luoyu's left hand got closer again: "Brother, then don't hide it..."
"……I……"
"Do you have to ask me to invite Master Hao here, do you two confront each other?"
The old helmsman's face suddenly changed--
He guessed a lot, and finally felt that the biggest problem was with Hao Lian.
Because at that time, he had seen his own map!
However, he hopes that he has forgotten about it!
Therefore, I have been bitten to death without admitting it!
Unexpectedly, the crux of the matter ultimately lies with Hao Lian.
"Miss Ling, you... why are you doing this?"
The old helmsman gritted his teeth, hesitantly took out a polished object from his arms and put it on Ling Luoyu's hand.
"I said, this map means you can go back to where you lived before. You can't find the current Mohist..."
"is it?"
Ling Luoyu responded casually, took out Wan Zi's token, and put the two together.
"You..." The old helmsman's eyes widened suddenly, and he glanced at Ling Luoyu incredulously, then looked at the token in her hand: "...Why do you have this too?"
The next second, he realized something was wrong.
"You are not from the Mo family, and this thing is not yours either..."
The corners of Ling Luoyu's lips were playful: "How did my brother know this is not mine?"
"If it's yours, you must know how to use it instead of... covertly tricking me to hand over the map..."
The old helmsman is not stupid
If Ling Luoyu were really from the Mo family, he would not be so tempted and persecuted.
As long as she took out the map, she could use the unique method of the Mohist school to prove her identity!
"The Mohist has one map, and he will only have one in his life...No one will easily hand over his own map to you, unless... that person dies in your hands!"
The old helmsman thought of something, and suddenly flew up, and opened a certain safe distance with Ling Luoyu, ready to wait.
Ling Luoyu didn't even bother to study the relationship between friend and foe with him, instead Feng Miao looked at the two maps in his hand slightly.
"Fatty...do you feel that these two maps are a bit different?"
"Different?" Feng Chenglin was drunk, but still squinted his eyes: "Which is different? I think they are all the same..."
The same texture, the same pattern, the same smooth lines.
"Why... the old man's touch is smoother?"
Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "..."
Feng Chenglin grinned dryly: "Anyway, I look like they all look the same! Do you... what's the difference?"
"No!"
"..."
Say without you! ?
"It just feels... it feels that these two maps are different..."
The fine lines on the map look roughly the same.
But Ling Luoyu always felt that there was a slight difference between the two.
But where is the specific difference, she couldn't tell for a while.