"The young master has died since he was a child and has a relatively introverted personality. Unexpectedly, this has become an opportunity for Erlang to take advantage of!" Hearing this, the old man from the Qing family murmured.
"What tone do you have to prove that you are Lin Wugong and not Qingtong?" Yue Mochen frowned.
"Yes! Yes!" When the fake Qingtong heard this, he knew that the two of them had believed 90% of their words. He immediately replied in surprise, taking off his clothes.
Hongyue, who had been listening to the story with concentration, stared at the fake Qingtong. At this time, she saw that the fake hat that claimed to be Lin Wugong actually took off her pregnancy, and she couldn't help but turn the rabbit's head shyly. When Yue Mochen saw it, she chuckled in her heart.
"Your Qing family is a former royal family. Every member has a golden dragon tattoo on his body, but only Qingtong's tattoo is unique and no one can imitate it, right?" Lin Wugong turned his head and presented his back to the Qing family's elder, asking.
The old man from the Qing family stared at Lin Wugong's back. There was a vivid blue dragon. His huge eyes opened and his momentum was terrifying. However, the latter looked carefully and shook his head sadly.
Yue Mochen knew that the other party's actions meant that Lin Wugong was indeed not lying. He was just a substitute for Qingtong, but this aroused Yue Mochen's curiosity. The dragon on Lin Wugong's back appeared blue, which was indeed different from the golden dragon they mentioned. But that's the same. How can the Qing family's elder know that Lin Wugong is a fake?
Soon, Lin Wugong solved Yue Mochen's doubts, and he said leisurely: "Every direct clan of the Qing family will tattoo a golden dragon on his back when he was nine years old. Without exception, Qing Tong is the same, but strangely, the ink used by everyone is the same golden yellow, and the tattooed ones are all golden, and only Qing Tong, he is an exception!"
"The young master's tattoo was tattooed by me with my own hands." The old master of Qing family breathed a breath and took the speech.
Yue Mochen raised his brow and said, "What's so special about his tattoo?"
"The young master's tattoo is blue and blue, as deep as the vast deep sea, it will emit a faint glow!" The old man from Qingjia Zun narrowed his eyes, as if he was recalling something, and his expression was a bit kind.
"At first, we thought the tattoo color and ink were wrong, but after careful study, we found that the young master's tattoo was not the silent color I used to tattoo him, but the color of his own spiritual energy! The young master's tattoo was a flowing spiritual energy!"
"What?"
Yue Mochen exclaimed, not because this matter was too strange, but because he felt that if this matter was a fact, then the real Qingtong was the bluestone stone envoy!
"That's right, the second master of the Qing family used a lot of methods to make the tattooed color materials look shiny, but once they were tattooed on me, they lost that luster and became what they are like now. So, he repeatedly told me not to expose his back in front of others, otherwise he would definitely be discovered."
"What is he going to do this?" The old master of the Qing family suppressed his anger and asked almost reprimandedly.
At this time, the laughter of the fifth person came from the passage...