"Where is Gu Ping'an?" Fu Xing asked the point.

Meng Qi had expected her to ask this, and he didn't gag and pointed in a direction.

"Do you see that big army green tent over there?"

"Hmm."

"That little classmate is inside, with Tang Wei."

"Thank you."

After saying that, Fu Xing walked directly in that direction.

Qi Feng didn't follow her, but went to the open space in front of her to look for an empty tent.

Jiang Mo naturally followed Fu Xing.

Mu Jiuzhou and they have nothing to do with this matter, so they are not involved.

Therefore, Meng Qi noticed the white-haired young man who was left alone.

At first, he thought that this white-haired young man and Fu Xing were in the same group.

But Fu Xing went to find Tang Wei, but he didn't follow.

It looks like they don't know each other well.

Is it three groups of people?

Meng Qi was aroused by curiosity, so he followed Qi Feng all the way.

And when Meng Qi began to follow him, Qi Feng noticed the ill-intentioned young man behind him.

He didn't make a sound, but went about his business, and it didn't take much effort to find an empty tent with no people.

The white-haired youth bent down and touched the zipper with his fingertips.

With a light touch, he straightened up without rushing to open it.

Meng Qi was sneaky, and he didn't make a sound behind the white-haired young man, quietly watching his movements.

Until......

"Why are you following me?"

The white-haired young man turned around without being salty, and his cold green eyes lowered to stare at him, with a cold meaning of scrutiny.

Meng Qi suddenly felt a trace of oppression from the young man in front of him, it was very strange, he obviously just said a word, and he didn't threaten with cold eyes.

And he inexplicably gave birth to a strange impulse -

I want to prostrate at his feet, and let him send him.

Is it his personal ability?

However, the strange thing is that Meng Qi didn't see the slightest trace of belonging to the interlocutor on the white-haired young man.

He doesn't have a bracelet, he doesn't have a light brain, and he's not even on the official roster of Wasteplanet's trepers.

He is said to be an NPC, but he doesn't quite look like it.

The white-haired young man in front of him was like a walking fog, making it impossible to see what was inside.

At the same time, it gives birth to a trace of fear, the fear of not daring to peep easily.

Meng Qi tried to suppress the strange feeling in his heart and said, "I thought you and Teacher Fu were together. ”

The white-haired youth didn't speak, he didn't know what he thought, and he was a little distracted.

Meng Qi was also quite embarrassed, as if he was a little restrained in front of this person, and there was always a feeling that even speaking disrespectfully was a crime.

So he changed the topic indiscriminately: "I don't know what our king looks like, whether he looks as good as you." ”

The white-haired young man's thoughts were interrupted, and his cold green eyes rose slightly.

I don't know why, Meng Qi felt that the gaze of the white-haired young man on him made him feel even more uncomfortable.

It's like exposing everything to the sun through his flesh and blood, without any privacy or deception.

Obviously, he was just talking alone, but Meng Qi had the illusion that he was being interrogated by a white-haired young man, and it was also the illusion that he didn't dare to hide anything and wanted to take out a heart to show him.

It was so strange that Meng Qi directly doubted life.

It seems that even if you conceal a word, it is an unforgivable sin.

Meng Qi wanted to cry a little, but this inexplicable buff was still affecting him, so that he couldn't even run away, but continued to talk awkwardly with the white-haired young man in front of him.