With Mr. Tang’s experience, how could he not know the story of this city?!

But since he knew it, he didn't mention it in just a few words!

Why??

Did you not say it on purpose or did you forget it?!

Feng Chenglin was a little confused by Ling Luoyu: "He doesn't look for rushes... don't he want to save Uncle Yan's life?"

"I think... he must have a way to save Yan Bo's life, or... knowing that I can find the rush!!"

Ling Luoyu turned around and his eyebrows frowned slightly.

"And there must be another reason for letting me come here!"

"Fuck...there are other reasons? This is really hard to guess Mr. Tang's thoughts..."

Feng Chenglin laughed, his face full of mockery.

"Why did he do this?! If you want us to do something, just say it..."

Now they still ask Mr. Tang.

Just like this time, as long as he speaks and adds a shameless little threat, they won’t do it!!

Why didn't he say it directly?!

"San Young Master... don't he know that this will kill us!"

Feng Chenglin's face suddenly changed, as if he had thought of something.

"You said... did he want to... borrow those thorny hands and kill us..."

Before he could finish his words, Ling Luoyu's eyes looked over.

Feng Chenglin's voice suddenly paused and he chuckled embarrassedly.

"That...I'm joking, don't take it seriously..."

Not to mention the fact that there is Mo Xuanchen and Yan Qingzi between Ling Luoyu and Mr. Tang.

Just talking about himself, Mr. Tang saved his life.

He knew the grace of saving his life and knew that Mr. Tang was not such a vicious villain.

So everything is just nonsense jokes.

"Or... Mr. Tang wants to use our hands to kill those thorns..."

Feng Chenglin just said casually, but Ling Luoyu's heart moved.

"Fatty..."

“…”

"What did you say just now!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

He said so much, but how could he know what aunt you asked?

Be careful now-

"I just said all jokes..."

"No, you just said that Mr. Tang wants to borrow our hands... to kill those thorns?"

“…I’m nonsense…”

"Why didn't Mr. Tang come by himself? Or... Is there something here that made Mr. Tang hide the facts so much and deceive us into coming here?!"

“…”

Feng Chenglin was confused when asked, and could only laugh and turn around and look around.

Suddenly—

"Huh... Where is the second child?!"

Only then did Feng Chenglin realize that the second child was gone, and he didn't even hear his voice.

"Let's go..."

Ling Luoyu responded absent-mindedly.

The people in Killer Pavilion have nothing to do with her.

"This kid is not kind... We are his saviors, so he threw us down and ran away..."

Feng Chenglin cursed unwillingly and took two steps towards the inner city gate.

"The bastard is not afraid of encountering those thorns. Only the slags are left after being destroyed... What a pity... the third young master..."

His voice suddenly stopped, and he froze at the gate of the inner city gate, looking at the outer city in amazement, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"What's wrong?"

Ling Luoyu frowned slightly and stepped forward quickly.

"What did you see..."
Chapter completed!