"We never talk about those random guesses. We never talk about those things that are not sure about them!" Feng Chenglin was very confident.

The Lord of God just laughs and doesn't speak.

Neither admit nor refute.

At this moment, Lu Ming had a bad premonition: "You? Don't you have anything to say?"

"Me? What do I want to say? What can I say? Since they have guessed it, what is the point of saying anything I say and not saying anything?"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Ming's expression changed completely. He flew up and rushed towards the Lord of God, pinched his throat with one hand, and pressed him tightly on the stone steps.

"What did you say?"

The Lord of God did not struggle: "What did I say? Didn't you listen clearly? Why ask clearly!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Lu Ming couldn't help hissing, and suddenly raised his fist and hit the Lord of God hard in the face.

Feng Chenglin said "ah": "Don't...ah!"

The fist fell on the face of the Lord of God. The Lord of God did not react, but his expression was very painful.

"No, then, what, you, be gentle, you punch, look at him... that crystal man, transparent and crispy. If you use your strength a little more and break him up, we can't even pretend!"

The Lord of God looked like that, let alone punching him, even holding him in his hand and shaking him, he was afraid that he would be shaken away.

Lu Ming ignored him and his fists hit the Lord of God's face one after another.

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

“…”

No matter how many times the Lord of God did not dodge and let him vent his anger.

Moreover, every time Lu Ming hit him, the Lord of God laughed, as if it was not a fist that hit him, but gentleness.

Feng Chenglin originally wanted to go up and pull a fight, but after seeing this, he stopped in disappointment.

Ling Luoyu looked sideways: "Why don't you go?"

"What are you doing when you go up? Look at how they look! Why do I feel... like I'm flirting?!"

"You really feel it!"

"I'm not blind, I'm serious," Feng Chenglin really looked serious: "I remember you said before, is there such a relationship?"

"What's the relationship?" Ling Luoyu didn't react and responded casually: "Does anyone like to be beaten?"

"Yes, yes, that's it. What you said is that there are some people, one likes to be abused and the other likes to be abused, just like the two of them now, one wants to be beaten, and the other wants to be beaten...what is that what's the relationship?!"

Ling Luoyu came over after a little later, turned his eyes and a strange color faded from the depths of his ink pupils: "Are you... sure?"

"I'm sure, you said... I'll die if you touch me?"

“s—m??”

"Yes, yes, yes, these words, I can't remember them, it's just this dead and touching..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Feng Chenglin paused for a moment: "Why am I wrong? What are your eyes?"

"If you are not happy, just be happy..."

Fatty, you can't remember anything else. You can remember this kind of thing just by saying it once!

The embarrassing thing is that she can't remember when she said such words.

Lu Ming didn't know if he was tired of fighting, or if he became less and less accomplished as he fought. He suddenly shook away the Lord of God, staggered back two steps, and fell into the hot spring.

He was wet all over, like a cock, embarrassed and decadent, and sat there helplessly.
Chapter completed!