Ling Luoyu curled his lips and smiled: "It's probably a lot, otherwise he wouldn't deserve the identity of the Lord of God... But among these disciples, there are probably some who are favored, those who are not favored... Those who are favored, just stay with them, just use them with their right arms! As for those who are not favored... they will probably be a little miserable, and they are sent outside to do some fieldwork, business trips and other work..."

Feng Chenglin cooperated and pointed at Zhao Sheng: "For example, he?"

"Yes! He is probably not favored... Maybe he is just a confidant disciple of the Lord of God! These people are usually mass-produced to supervise the role of others!"

"Oh...that means that his life and death, the Lord of God, would probably not be too sad!"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "If you have a nest of bees, will you feel sorry for a bee who is exhausted to collect nectar?"

"...No... because I still have many such bees! It's just that one died, what's the matter!"

“…”

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin sang together, so that Zhao Sheng finally understood—

"You... are you warning me to... not to do things for the Lord of God, but to live for yourself?"

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin looked at each other:

"Did I say that?"

"no!"

"Is there a problem with this guy's understanding?"

"possible……"

“…”

Zhao Sheng looked at the two of them singing and reunion and shook his head: "No, no, no, I understand what you mean, you... are you planning to make a deal with me, for example..."

"What are you trading? You're going to die now, and you're still trading with you? Are we stupid?" Feng Chenglin interrupted him angrily and rolled his eyes at Ling Luoyu: "If you want me to say, just fire him up and burn him. How can you use such nonsense?"

"But when people are alive and we burn it, isn't it a disaster for the gods to be in trouble?"

"What harms the world? Compared to the things he did, we are doing things for the world!"

"...But, isn't this good?" Ling Luoyu still hesitated.

"What's wrong with it? He's also a dying person anyway. Is there any difference between dying early and late?"

“…”

The conversation between the two as if no one else made Zhao Sheng almost collapse.

"Don't say it..."

Over the years, he has thought of such a problem.

Everyone is the disciple of the Lord of God, and they are labeled as his confidant, but what is the result?

Although some people, like him, were inserted into certain places for eyeliner.

But wherever they are, who is like him?

Apart from a group of living dead, there are a group of sloppy and rough men.

Even, there is not even a woman talking!

This time, Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin's words were like a knife, and every word pierced into his heart, tearing open the dusty resentment in his heart.

"I know I have a serious sin, but I am helpless... On the side of the Lord of God, I am an ordinary disciple who is optional. I have to do whatever he wants me to do. I have no right to say no! Also, these puppets are all refined by the Lord of God, and they are not my evil deeds. I... I just control the dead. Are there any mistakes?"

"Where is Liu Tang?" Ling Luoyu interrupted him coldly.

Zhao Sheng's expression changed a few times: "He... His death was caused by him, not me..."
Chapter completed!