With just one glance, he took a breath.

Next second: "Miss Ling..."

The voice also changed its tone.

Ling Luoyu doesn't have to look at it, but you can guess it from the tone of the tremolo sound of Ding Temple-

What he saw should be exactly the same as what Feng Chenglin saw.

She also felt relieved in an instant: "That's right!"

Ding Temple: "…what is right?"

Feng Chenglin's reaction was a little faster: "San Master, have you found your way out?!"

"It's almost the same..."

“How much difference?”

"Two and three points..."

“…”

Feng Chenglin was speechless.

What's the difference between two or three points?

"As long as you can go out, even if you only have two or three points of hope, we have to give it a try, not to mention that you still have seven or eight points, it's OK..." Feng Chenglin breathed a sigh of relief.

For him, Ling Luoyu's grasp of seven or eight points was a sure hope.

I felt relaxed and my face was filled with joy.

"San Master, you can't really find inspiration from my handstand just now, right?"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "I think beautifully, you're a coincidence. The inspiration for me is to set up a temple."

Ding Temple was a little flattered for a moment and smiled embarrassedly: "Miss Ling, where did you start? When... when did I give you inspiration?"

Ling Luoyu was very serious: "Of course, when you translated the words of Laoke with the sword to me..."

Dingmiao's smile froze on his face: This...he said a little long.

He has translated so many times, which sentence is the inspiration?

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Isn't this obvious?

The old guest with the sword said so much and said so long, they were all confused.

The turning point starts when he stands upside down.

Not admitting it yet?

Not happy!!

As soon as his face was a little cold, Ling Luoyu patted his arm lightly.

"But? You are considered a hero of inspiration, so I will give it to you this first opportunity to leave!"

Feng Chenglin: "What opportunity to leave? How to leave?"

Did she just say something?

It was when he was standing upside down that the little girl said something, his head was buzzing, and he didn't hear it?!

"Stand upside down! Haven't you found the way to leave?" Ling Luoyu smiled leisurely, and he felt very relaxed.

She could still joke, so Feng Chenglin relaxed a lot.

"You didn't want me to... stand upside down and plunge into the water, right?"

Ling Luoyu nodded without comment: "Go!!"

Feng Chenglin's smile paused instantly, and he wanted to set up a temple: "Is it true or false?"

Dingmiao frowned and looked at the water thoughtfully: "Miss Ling, you mean... the opposite meaning is underwater..."

He suddenly looked up, as if he understood something.

"I understand... Everything in the place where we are is contrary. For example, looking inside, actually outside, moving forward... just backing, black... just white... it seems to be a dead door.

The place is the gate of Sheng..."

Feng Chenglin was confused: "You kid, didn't you just say that there is no birth gate here, but the death gate? Why did you come out in the blink of an eye?"

Dingmiao looked at him with a light in his eyes: "Didn't you figure it out yet?"

Feng Chenglin’s heart: What to figure out? Find out your uncle!

He still hasn't understood what it is!

Ding Temple looked desperate with a look of "no teachings": "Shengmen, the place we left is at our feet... Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!