"Lord of God? Lord of God is not his business, he is hanging up. Even if he is with you... right? Maybe he is not so sincere in finding a solution..."

"How do you know that he is not sincere?" Lu Ming asked in a low voice.

Ling Luoyu noticed the change in his aura and looked at him with subtle eyes.

Feng Chenglin was shocked: "You are a person, I am kind to say to you, but you just can't listen and insist on me saying those ugly words... What is your relationship with the Lord of God? Don't you know what it is in your heart?"

Since he doesn't want to listen to good things, he is not polite. He will tear off his face and he will be afraid of a bird.

"After all, you are just a little thing of the Lord of God. Why did he spend all his time doing something for his little pet?"

What he said was like a vicious slap in Lu Ming's face. His face was indeed very bad, but he didn't say anything.

Feng Chenglin was still tempting wildly on the verge of committing death: "But we are different. We are in a cooperative relationship, right? We are the Allies, the kind of coexisting life and death. If you live, we live, we live, we die, you will definitely die..."

Lu Ming: "..."

"So, in some things, we will try our best to contribute to you..."

Lu Ming probably couldn't listen anymore, so he suddenly whispered: "I didn't say that the Lord of God tried his best to do this for me. Can't he do it for himself?"

Feng Chenglin laughed: "He for himself, he..."

He suddenly took a breath of cold air, widened his eyes, and looked at Lu Ming in extreme horror.

"No, you, what do you mean? I'm going to be wrong..."

What does the Lord of God mean to be for himself?!

Listening to this, it seems that the Lord of God...

He looked at Ling Luoyu incredibly, and he really didn't dare to say the following words.

Ling Luoyu understood: "The Lord of God... like you, he was also trapped by Gu Lan?"

"I said that Gu Lan is the best at layout, and every game is a set of things he has carefully considered and settled down. One by one, one by one, and every game is a life-and-death situation, making you unable to adapt and cannot react..."

"It's you?" Ling Luoyu noticed the key information: "The... trap on the God Lord is because you... Gu Lan has put a trap on the God Lord through you, and he can't get out of the game?"

Feng Chenglin opened his mouth in surprise and raised his hand humbly: "I, can I ask weakly, what are you talking about?"

What does it mean... Gu Lan set up a trap for the God Lord through Lu Ming?

What set is underneath and what is the fabric?

Lu Ming nodded with gritted teeth: "This way of doing things is very Gu Lan, isn't it?"

"Indeed, it's really very Gu Lan..." Ling Luoyu was obviously shocked, his pupils were quake, and he looked around in horror: "So, the Lord of God... disappeared, or was avoiding him, because...they?"

"Ah?" Feng Chenglin blinked and was stunned for a long time: "They have a relationship with them again? Can you two say something I can understand?"

"Fatty, the Lord of God... Let's talk about the simplest metaphor. These people were poisoned and poisoned by Gu Lan, so they merged into this ghost, and this poison can be contagious!"
Chapter completed!