The soldier is a girl

Chapter 700 506: Just grab it

"it is good."

Hearing this answer, Hibiscus closed her eyes in satisfaction.

Mo Ling curled her lips and closed her eyes.

Although Mu Jin's voice is not loud, who here is not a martial arts practitioner, who has bad hearing, and Feng Yao, who seems to be sleeping over there, trembled when Mu Jin's words fell just now, but they didn't open them in the end... …

The second half of the night was almost spent in gusts of wind and the sound of creaking door panels.

In the early hours of the morning, people's voices sounded outside the gate of the temple.

But for a moment, several embarrassed figures just opened the door and walked in.

The people outside the door probably didn't expect that there was someone inside the door, and they froze there the moment they walked in.

The bonfire in the temple had already been extinguished, without even a single spark.

Not sure how long the rain would last, so after the clothes were dried, Mo Ling and his party did not continue to add firewood, but kept the hot food.

Although it was close to early morning, the sky was still dark, and there was heavy rain outside, which made the sky even darker.

All the people who came in were stunned. At this moment, a person pushed aside the crowd in front of him, and walked in very gracefully, "It's raining heavily, take a shelter from the rain, and disturb everyone."

Few who came in from the wind and heavy rain were not embarrassed, but this man showed elegance in his gestures, fully embodying the aura of a noble and refined son.

The few people who came in first saw that this person moved, and quickly followed suit, and followed the nobleman to the vacant space on the other side of the hall and sat down.

A group of people, except for the elegant young master, were panting heavily, but looked at them with full of defense. No matter how they looked at them, one could imagine what kind of disaster this group of people must have experienced just now.

One side was panting and the other was silent. This situation lasted for about a stick of incense before the silence was broken.

And the one who broke the silence was the noble young man who seemed to be in a mess but was not in a mess, "Can I borrow a fire bag? We are all wet, please help me."

Mo Ling sat cross-legged, and Mu Jin sat beside him, but she was indeed half lying in his arms, almost using her legs as a pillow.

On the other side, Feng Yao lay half-lying directly against the pillar, still wanton.

As for Louis and Nan Xing, Louis could still see the figure, leaning against a pillar on one side, Nan Xing probably got used to the darkness and couldn't see people at all, but the space here is limited, the breath is above the beam.

No one responded to your son's words.

"Or I can exchange things with a few of you, but I only have a few pieces of silver left on me, so I wouldn't care if I think about it." Your son seemed a little distressed, "Compared to these outsiders, hand over a few pieces of silver." Friends may be more realistic."

"Young master, why be polite to them, just grab it." One of the people following the young master suddenly made a sound, and his voice was a little howling.

"Oh." Your young master looked okay, "Then you try to grab it, if you can grab it."

The second half of this sentence is really intriguing. If you can grab it, this sentence is enough to show the person's eyesight, or insight. Just such a face-to-face, even the appearance is too dark to see clearly. , To know that they are not easy to mess with, this kind of insight is amazing, or just blindly hit a dead mouse, but obviously the former is more convincing.

(End of this chapter)