Lu Ming seemed to have not heard it, bowed to the two of them, turned around and strode away.

"Young Master Lu, what do you mean?" Feng Chenglin looked unhappy: "How could you do that? He aroused his curiosity and left without saying another word. Is there anything that cannot be said today? Will things still bloom after tomorrow? "

"Fatty, Mr. Lu said that I will tell us tomorrow, so of course there is a reason to tell us tomorrow. Why do you have so much nonsense?"

Ling Luoyu called him without any haste, and the two watched Lu Ming's back leave together.

"How is it, Master San, how do you feel now?" Feng Chenglin was a little proud, and the corners of his mouth were involuntarily raised: "Does he feel like he lost but didn't want to admit it?"

"What do you mean? What do you mean when you lose and don't want to admit it?" Ling Luoyu dug him and hehe: "Are you?"

"Why is it me? It's you. As you said just now, it's the poison we both killed. You clearly said that he would tell me whether the Lord of God is dead or alive, but what about now?"

Feng Chenglin was anxious and took a step forward, blocking Ling Luoyu.

"You are also by your side. You hear that he didn't talk about the Lord of God at all. He just avoided talking about it!"

"Didn't he talk about the Lord of God?" Ling Luoyu smiled lightly, but his eyes were meaningful: "Are you sure, he didn't say it?"

Feng Chenglin took a step back with a serious and serious expression: "San Young Master, we don't bring such a person. Since we are talking about betting, we must have the spirit of betting. You can't just lose, just cheat, right?"

God can testify that he has little chance of winning Ling Luoyu in his life. This time he finally won, how could he let it go easily?

"Fatty, then I'll ask you, why should he wait until tomorrow to tell us important things? Is there anything that cannot be said today?"

"Nonsense, ask me, who will I ask? I said it just now, what are you talking about today? Didn't you not hear it?"

"That's why I asked you, what are you talking about today?"

"You," Feng Chenglin was anxious: "Aren't you talking nonsense? This is what I asked just now, but he didn't answer me. How can I answer you?"

"So, what do you say?!"

"I..." Feng Chenglin was a little angry: "What am I saying, you, the third young master, you are not moral, you lose if you lose. Who doesn't lose every day? But if you lose once, why can't you afford to lose?"

"I can't afford to lose?" Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes, too lazy to talk nonsense, and turned around and left: "Then think about it carefully, why don't you tell me the answer until tomorrow!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Um?

Why does this seem a bit... meaningful?

Why are you waiting for tomorrow?

Are you just going back and thinking about it?

What else can it be!?

Could it be that I have to go back and ask others and make a decision?

Feng Chenglin suddenly stopped and turned his head suddenly to look in the direction where Lu Ming disappeared.

"Go back? Damn..." He chased Ling Luoyu and stopped her in a few steps: "San Young Master, what do you mean? No, it's not like that he is going back tonight to ask, what does the Lord of God mean?"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes again: "It's not too stupid!"
Chapter completed!