Ling Luoyu opened the letterhead and glanced at it roughly: "Woke!?"

"what?!"

Bian Liangcheng was extremely surprised.

"Woo Ke? Isn't he the palace lord of Wuze Palace? Why do you want to go around yourself!?"

Ling Luoyu stared at him, a little speechless: "Elder Bian...I'm talking about this letter!!"

Bian Liangcheng was immediately embarrassed: "..."

Will be wrong! !

"Excuse me, Sovereign...I thought you were saying... the rumors came from Muke!! I said, he doesn't need to set himself up..."

"Yeah!! He is unnecessary!!"

Ling Luoyu smiled but not smile, eyes like knives.

"But someone is necessary!!"

"Sect Master... know who is the black hand?"

Ling Luoyu waved his hand and stood up, folding the letterhead disapprovingly.

"Rumors? The little girl's tricks...not to be afraid!"

"Little girl?"

Bian Liangcheng took a breath and understood something.

"Sect Master refers to... Ke Lingyu?!"

The relationship between Ke Lingyu and Ling Luoyu is at odds. As the veteran of the Yaoshan Sect, he naturally knows.

"Sect Master, leave this to me to investigate!! Our Sect Master of Yaoshan Sect, absolutely does not allow anyone to slander like this!!"

Since Ling Luoyu denied this time, then this person's rumors of slander are equivalent to smearing Yaoshan Sect.

Even if she didn't care, their Yaoshan Sect couldn't swallow this breath.

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes, acquiescing to Bian Liangcheng's meaning.

Since someone has come forward to vent her anger, why not use it! ?

When he walked away, he flashed into the chaos.

"Fatty... Did you ask anything?!"

Feng Chenglin was still grinding with Yang Lin, trying to dig out all the secrets he knew.

"It's the same as before...nothing big! To put it all right, it's just three words-don't know, don't know, uncertain, dare not say..."

Sitting down, Feng Chenglin poured a glass of water and drank it with his head up.

"This guy has to add these three words before he speaks... I don't know if I should believe him now! I said... San Shao, since there is a way to extract those swordsmanship secrets. , Why not let him extract those memories..."

If he doesn't do things that are so easy, why do he have to act like a idiot there! ?

"Drawing can only draw fixed content...For example, exercises and swords! Those things are the same, so they will not change when used! But the news is different... The news is live and can change at any time... each The stage memory is different, so the information extracted is also different..."

Ling Luoyu handed him Wang Ke's letter.

"Furthermore, there are too many times to extract the memory, it will hurt people... We and Yang Lin have no deep hatred, so there is no need to let him be forever!!"

Feng Chenglin pouted his lips and accepted the letter: "What is this?!"

"Moke's letter!"

"Woke? He wrote to you?"

Feng Chenglin suddenly paused when he was about to open the letter, then stared at him with a smirk.

"San Shao...The letter Woke gave you, I don't think it is appropriate!?"

"Why not appropriate!?"

Ling Luoyu stared at him, and suddenly kicked it, hitting his calf, and he groaned in pain.

"pain"

Ling Luoyu pretended not to know: "What does it hurt?!"

"It's okay..."

Feng Chenglin rubbed the sore spot and pulled his mouth.

"I just think... if this is a love... letter written by Muke to you... I think it would be inappropriate..."