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

It was snow-white, and there was no trace of it.

Don't talk about people, I haven't even seen a single bird feather.

"These three young people, why haven't they come yet?!"

He glanced at the old man behind him and said uneasily: "Tongtou, we didn't go the wrong way, right?!" ”

The old man had gray hair, dressed in gray old linen cotton clothes, and his spirit was shining, and he was grinding arrows on a stone without hurry.

"I can't be wrong, I've been hunting here all my life, and I've been to the triangle stream a few times, how could I go wrong?!"

"Why hasn't that man arrived yet!?" Feng Chenglin looked at the sky anxiously: "Didn't you say okay, we will meet here in the evening!?" ”

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

The letter made a large list of belongings, telling him to arrive here in the evening with his things, and by the way, he asked Ling Chongding to ask for an old hunter who had been to the triangular stream.

Tingtong is one of the few hunters in the Ling family who has returned alive from the triangular stream.

For this reason, he is respectfully called the same head.

He looked up calmly and glanced at the gray sky.

"It's not that they're late, it's that we're early!"

Feng Chenglin was a little aggrieved: "Aren't I afraid of delaying her?" If I had known this, I would have come later...... It's also good to bake a lot of fires by the stove! ”

Tingtong's movement of grinding arrows abruptly continued, and he turned behind him vigilantly.

"Someone is coming......"

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

Feng Chenglin looked at Tingtong in surprise: "Okay, Tongtou, my cultivation, I just heard the movement, and you found out earlier than me!" ”

"There's no way, I've been an old hunter all my life, so that's all I have left!"

Tingtong crawled in the snow, muffling his voice.

"I'm telling you, I can come back from the triangular stream many times...... I didn't rely on luck! ”

Feng Chenglin was just about to ask him to share some experience, but he had already drawn his bow and aimed his arrow forward.

"There it is!"

In the distance, on the snow, two figures leaped over.

Looking at the color of his clothes, Tingtong suddenly loosened.

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

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

The people who came were Ling Luoyu and Ling Jingchen.

After Ling Luoyu saw the wind forest, he almost arrived in a flash.

"Fat man, are you ready for everything I want?"

Feng Chenglin was unhappy: "Sanshao, you don't care if I am frozen here......"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "The meat of your body is worth a cotton robe!" I don't even feel cold, you're still cold?! Don't talk nonsense, what I want! ”

Feng Chenglin shook the backpack over stupidly.

"It's all here......"

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

"Fatty, ...... when you go back"

"Wait!!"

Without waiting for Ling Luoyu to finish speaking, Feng Chenglin suddenly snatched the backpack over, and Ling Luoyu looked confused.

"Dead fatty, what are you doing?!"

"Sanshao, why don't you make it clear, this time, you won't take me there!?"

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

She reached out impatiently.

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

Feng Chenglin decisively put the backpack on his back.

"No, you want to go, take me with you!"