"Ling...Brother Ling?"
Tang Yong was stunned, but the next moment, he was even more dumbfounded.
The Ling Feng in front of him still looked like Ling Feng, but he had no hair or eyebrows. His whole body was dressed in wild animal skins, and not just that, he was carrying big and small bags all over.
This was completely different from the somewhat scholarly-looking Ling Feng before.
"Couldn't it be me?"
Ling Feng raised an eyebrow, releasing his grip, and with a playful smile said, "What, Brother Tang, do you usually have a habit of slapping yourself?"
"Of course not."
Tang Yong's old face turned red, as he carefully scrutinized Ling Feng a few times, unable to help but ask, "Brother Ling, you actually managed to escape from the chase of the Desert Fire Demon? And... just lost a bit of hair?"
Ling Feng pouted. If it weren't for him accidentally stumbling into the Desert Fire Demon's lair, not even a hair would have been lost.
