"It's not you..." Ling Luoyu's fingertips gently moved: "It's your identity!"

After all, Feng Chenglin is just a fake.

The temple is the sting of the God Lord’s heart!

"To be honest, it doesn't matter to me whether I'm here to attract or my identity. What I worry about is that my identity is not eye-catching enough and I can't mess with the Lord of God... At that time, there will be four crises in Ding Temple..."

Feng Chenglin is a self-invested person. His real purpose is not really unreliable.

But cover!!

Covering the real temple!

They need to set up a temple to depict the mechanism map of the divine palace, so as to find the possible hiding place of the divine Lord.

In order to give Ding Temple more room for activity, they must first muddle the water.

The bigger the matter they make, the safer the temple will be there.

But the problem now is that the Lord of God may no longer have the Divine Palace.

The current ruler in the Divine Palace may not be interested in his identity.

If this is the case, everything they did before would be wasted.

Ling Luoyu curled his lips cunningly: "So... we have to think of a way to make the Divine Palace really treat you as a descendant of the Miao family..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly looked outside and smiled thoughtfully: "I understand... It's all your intention to make it messy outside... Tell me what's going on, it's okay, let me wait a while to cooperate with you!"

"It's nothing. I just found two people to come and mess up the situation and have a scene to save you..."

"Two people?" Feng Chenglin's smile was a little stiff: "Did you really find two people, or... it's just a metaphor?"

"Of course there are only two people. I am not familiar with the place. It must be difficult to find two people here for help. Besides, it is not a serious person to save you. Could it be that I can bring twenty or thirty people to come?"

Ling Luoyu gave him a blank look.

"If you bring too many people and work hard and really rescue you, how can you continue to sing this drama?"

Their purpose today is nothing more than to create momentum.

So that the guards of the Shrine thought that they really captured the Miao family's heirs.

If you really bring a group of people and use too much force and really save Feng Chenglin, you will not be able to sing the next drama.

"So, after a while, you will still struggle to death, clamoring to go with us, and have done enough tricks..."

Ling Luoyu got up and wanted to leave, but walked back worriedly and stuffed a small pill into his pocket.

"Do you know how to do it?"

"San Young Master, there is no need to do this. Don't you know what I am like? How can it be the turn to use the distress signal flare?"

Feng Chenglin laughed and locked the signal light into space.

"But I will remember your words, act carefully, and you will never let your life be threatened by a little bit..."

He knew that as long as he crushed this signal flare, Ling Luoyu would appear in front of him in the next second.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

The two explained some details before they separated.

As soon as Ling Luoyu left, Feng Chenglin was like a drama actress, shouting and yelling, pulling the chains and making a buzzing sound.

"Brother, I'm here... Come and save me quickly, I'm here..."
Chapter completed!