Ling Luoyu did not explain the matter thoroughly.

Because the words said too thoroughly, they seem a bit false.

The most important thing is that she wants to leave a lot of space so that these people can fully utilize their imagination.

As long as one of them guessed that she might have really entered the Wrath of Thunder and was willing to believe it, it would be natural and her purpose would be achieved.

In the world, wherever there are people, there is gossip.

The news that Feng Chenglin deliberately released finally came to an effect in the evening.

Ling Luoyu was wearing an apron and helping to burn the fire, and was picked up by two people.

"Come here."

Feng Chenglin was chopping firewood not far away. When he saw the two of them moving in a friendly manner, he rushed over with an axe.

"What are you going to do? Let go... let go!!"

The two of them were wearing the same clothes, tied with the same bun, and the same hairpin, and should be disciples of a certain sect family.

Seeing Feng Chenglin, the two of them rolled their eyes at him with contempt, walked forward one by one, and stopped him with great momentum.

"Boy, are you looking for death?"

As he shouted, a brute force suddenly rose, instantly lifting the wind Chenglin away.

Everyone was silent in an instant: "..."

These days, although they came for one purpose, they lived in peace and no one deliberately couldn't get along with anyone.

Now, someone has broken silence and broken the rules.

This is a bit interesting!

Feng Chenglin fell out in a panic, and the axe in his hand flew away, making his nose and face swollen.

"Fatty..."

Ling Luoyu wanted to go over, but was stopped by two people.

"Girl, let me talk..."

"What are you going to do?"

She took a step back alertly, panicked like a deer, looking around, as if the driver was looking for a way to escape.

"Don't do anything wrong, here...there are all well-known characters. If you do something wrong, be careful...be careful that someone is not polite to you."

"Girl, as long as you cooperate, we will never do anything to you!"

The man waved his hand impatiently and glanced at the people around him provocatively.

"We are disciples of Changyang Zhenren. I think... no one dares to be in trouble with Changyang Zhenren."

"Zhangyang Zhenren?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned slightly and he aimed around.

"It's very... very awesome..."

No need to answer.

From the expressions on the onlookers' faces, she could infer that this guy should be very powerful.

Because the expressions on everyone's faces are very subtle.

That's the case-

Feng Chenglin rubbed his butt and got up with a sad face: "Boss lady... I, I have to be considered an industrial injury, you... you have to accompany me to lose money..."

Ling Luoyu's lips trembled: "I have to come back alive..."

"Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, you will never have any worries about your life!"

The two of them had no intention of pitying the fragrance and were extremely rudely pushing Ling Luoyu towards the old ancestral hall.

Feng Chenglin hurriedly followed: "Boss, wait for me..."

"You still dare to follow me?"

The disciple who beat him away made a move and wanted to take action again, but was stopped by Ling Luoyu.

"He is mine. If you want to do it, just hit me..."

The man paused his movements and then smiled fiercely: "It's not that I don't hit women, but you are still useful now... But don't force me to do it, it's the same if you start to do it!"
Chapter completed!