Dingmiao was stunned for a moment, and then he understood: "Xizi... that little white face!!"

Ling Luoyu's smile on the corner of his lips was deeper: "He is a person who is familiar to all three of us at present, so... if Changyang Zhenren wins, he may come out to talk to us in person..."

But the negotiations at that time were one-sided negotiations without any mystery.

Zhenren Changyang will no longer have any tricks with them, but will directly attack her and force her to hand over the core.

"But if Thunder Wrath wins, Shadow needs a messenger who can enter and exit Thunder Wrath freely. This person needs to have a certain right to speak, so it will definitely be Xizi!!"

Dingmiao's eyes flashed: "Miss Ling, don't tell me, Xizi... It was within your calculations from the beginning!"

If that's the case, that guy is really a bit pitiful!

Before she knew it, she fell into Ling Luoyu's trap and wanted to thank her for helping her.

However, Ling Luoyu looked at him with a smile and did not answer this question.

Some things cannot be said!

Just know it yourself!

Xizi did get into her situation earlier, but the specific question he wanted to be the messenger was the moment he hesitated at the door just now.

Xizi hesitated for a moment, and she also hesitated for a moment.

It was this time that she decided to bet a game - Shadow wins!!

As long as Shadow wins, he will definitely need a messenger who can be in and out of the thunder rage.

And this person is Xizi.

Therefore, when Xizi entered the old ancestral hall, she retreated the barrier and allowed him to directly enter the Wrath of Thunder.

She believed that the enemy was in front of him and Shadow had no time to deal with Xizi.

At this time, he was furious to the true man Changyang, which was enough for him to deal with.

So, she needs time to wait!

Wait for the final ending and see who wins and who loses!

Ding Temple was turning around in place, his eyes looking at the door of the old ancestral hall from time to time.

The sun rises, falls, rises, falls, rises again...

Ding Temple has become much more calm from the previous anxiety and anxiety.

He was having breakfast and thought, "Let's have hot pot for lunch today?"

Feng Chenglin bit the steamed bun and glared at him: "What did you say?"

"Where is eating hot pot, I'm idle too..." Dingmiao was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was wrong: "What's wrong in Miss Ling's space? Eating hot pot shouldn't be...it's not a difficult thing, right?

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Feng Chenglin: "..."

What is this guy doing?

What are they doing?

Are you here to travel and have a picnic?

I even started eating hot pot!

"I said, "Ding a temple, there is still life and death inside. You...you are going to eat hot pot now, it seems...a bit inappropriate, right?"

"What's wrong?" Ling Luoyu agreed readily: "Wait a moment, let's clean up and play cards..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

How come this little girl is more unreliable than setting up a temple!

"San Young Master, what's happening inside...you don't care?"

"Is it useful for me to care?" Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "If they don't kill themselves, it's useless for us to care about anyone... Anyway, they have no results these days, and it's not bad for this day or half. Take advantage of this time,

Let's have a hot pot and have fun..."

When I asked to do it, a few foodies really did it.

Before noon, hot pot stoves and vegetables and other items were ready.
Chapter completed!