it was already dawn. because the car had been destroyed, the two of them walked out with the old man.
along the way, there were no more dangerous people who came to find trouble with them.
mo linyuan was worried that leng rongrong would be tired, so he simply carried her out.
only the old man was riding on storm's back.
when the old man sat on storm's back, he was still disdainful of storm and full of nonsense, " little disciple, why do you have a dog as a mount? this dog is a little too thin. no, no matter what, you are my disciple. it is more appropriate to have a dragon as a mount! "
the corners of leng rongrong's mouth twitched as she looked at the old man. she whispered to mo linyuan, " his brain doesn't seem to be normal. did he read too many fantasy novels? "
"maybe," fourth master mo's expression was calm, but the way he looked at the old man became deeper.
storm stopped in dissatisfaction. " aowu, aowu aowu! "
