Feng Chenglin gestured, trying to make his explanation sound a bit credible.

"Although, although I know what I do and what I don't do, I know... but I just feel that the sissy and arrogant attitude just now was not me..."

Blinking his eyes, he still looked at Ling Luoyu with uncertainty.

"That, Master San, you... do you know what I mean?"

This is a very difficult feeling to describe.

In other words, it can only be expressed in words and not explained in detail.

Unexpectedly, Ling Luoyu nodded seriously.

"I understand!"

“…”

"I really understand!"

“…”

Forget it, no matter whether what she said is true or false, just treat it as if she understood everything.

"Now think about it, everything I just said to me is just mediocre. With Mo Xuanchen's cultivation level, there will definitely be no problem..."

"So, what do you mean?" Ling Luoyu tilted his head and looked at him steadily, as if Feng Chenglin had acted like a spoiled person or a splash, completely ignoring him.

"What I mean, of course, is what you mean!"

"What about your consciousness just now? Is it what you mean or what the old man mean?"

"……ah?"

Feng Chenglin was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looked towards the direction of the old ancestral hall, and then shook his head.

"No, no, that's what I mean, of course, you... why are you asking that?"

"It's okay, I just talk to you casually and ask, how can I have any other meaning?"

Ling Luoyu smiled calmly and didn't care about anything, so he moved his slender waist.

"It's dawn... the turning point of the game should be coming!"

"……inflection point?"

What turning point?

These three young men have a new term that pops up in their mouths.

"Nothing will go smoothly, there will be ups and downs. The highest and lowest point of bullying is the turning point... Now, the turning point of our game is the arrival of the big guys..."

“…”

Feng Chenglin was a little confused when he heard it: "San Young Master, are you still waiting for the big man... waiting for the big man? Big man like the disciple of the Lord of God has appeared. Who else do you have to wait for?"

If you wait any longer, wouldn’t it be the Lord of God himself?

That's a godlike existence. You won't be condescending to be noble, so you can drive there in person?

Let's talk about it-

"Didn't that guy, the Lord of God, is not convenient for him to come forward because he is in seclusion and practiced, so he lets his right arm and his disciple come forward when there is something wrong?"

"Yes, the Lord of God's right arm and disciples are here...who will come again?"

Ling Luoyu murmured to himself, as if asking himself or asking others.

Feng Chenglin frowned: "San Young Master, you...are you really waiting for someone?"

"I don't know, maybe!"

“…”

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but tilt his head and looked at her seriously.

"How do I feel that my sentimentality just now has been transferred to you... I'm fine now, you're depressed..."

Who knew that Ling Luo curled his lips meaningfully and patted his back.

"Brother, I am very sentimental. Some of you are, but there is an essential difference..."

“…Sentimentality, can there be a difference?”

"The difference is that my sorrow comes from the heart and is really sad, and your feelings... are just for the sake of feeling, that's all..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What nonsense is this?

Nothing is...an unhappy feeling??
Chapter completed!