"I said, why are you following me?" Feng Ling looked at the man who had been following him. "I'm all yours now. If I don't follow you, who will I follow?" The man looked at Feng Ling aggrievedly. "My people, it's funny, I have so many people, where do you rank?" Feng Ling said, leaning against the wall with his hands folded. "Oh, why didn't I know there were so many of you?" The man stepped forward and Feng Ling counted them slowly. Seeing the man's face getting darker and darker, he quickly retracted his words, "Well, there is one who has slept with me," the man said calmly; "It's hard to find a two-legged man if you cut a three-legged toad." "Oh, try it," the man said dangerously