"fake?"

Dingmiao came up suddenly, his expression nervous.

"How can it be fake? Where do you tell it is fake?"

"I just said it casually, and didn't say it was true!"

Feng Chenglin was tense when he was fixed in the temple, making his whole body uncomfortable.

"And you, don't be surprised, it's okay to help the three young masters find the way... Isn't your family the ancestor of the agency?"

"We are a founding family, not an institution... an institution is just a branch of our family..."

Dingmiao gave him an angry look and stood beside Ling Luoyu.

"Our family's ancestors started from casting... Later, there were techniques and secrets such as organs and so on. This is the world famous, but my family still focuses on casting..."

"I'm talking about Dingmiao, what's the matter with you? Who doesn't know that your Miao family's organ casting technique is the best in the world? Why do you always avoid it every time you talk about your family's organ formation..."

The Feng Chenglin speaker had no intention, but the listener Ling Luoyu had the intention.

She looked at Dingmiao suddenly, as if she had something to say, but finally shook her head: "No..."

"What will not?"

Feng Chenglin said that he was angry, and the fire was even greater.

"This kid is most likely to pretend to be crazy and stupid with us! Do you say that the Miao family is a family of institutions, and is there any difference between a family of castings? Why does he avoid every time he talks about this problem? It seems..."

Dingmiao's pupils shrank, and Fang wanted to argue back, but was stunned by Ling Luoyu's eyes and shut up.

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes, and said casually: "Dingmiao, when did your ancestors... flourish?"

"What?" Dingmiao's heart trembled.

"What? I didn't understand such a simple question?"

Feng Chenglin stared at him angrily.

"You said you, when can you speak happily without letting us follow you blindly?"

"I know the heyday of your ancestors... What I want to ask is, when did your ancestors start smelting and casting, and when did they start the secret technique of organ formation?"

"This...this is all thousands of years ago, what's the point of saying now?"

Dingmiao smiled disapprovingly and grabbed the white silk in Ling Luoyu's hands.

"Let's hurry up and study now, how to get out..."

Feng Chenglin grabbed the white silk in one hand and said, "We've been walking for so long just now. Let's take a break and gossiping about our daily routine...Anyway, it won't be too long!"

This kid, as far as he is concerned, with such an obvious guilty conscience, there must be a problem.

The two of them stared at Dingmiao scorchingly with four pairs of eyes. They didn't say a word, they just watched, watching Dingmiao uncomfortably.

"No... I said you two, it's good, why do you ask these useless questions? Our ancestors were also thousands of years ago, why..."

"Thousands of years ago?" Ling Luoyu's eyes sank, and he smiled slightly: "Let me guess, the rise of your Miao family should be five thousand years ago?"

"Yes"

Dingmiao's expression stiffened, and he shrugged his shoulders, and his answer was unnatural.

"What's wrong...isn't it?"

Ling Luoyu looked down calmly, with a deep smile: "No, just suddenly felt... the time when your Miao family rose up, and the time when the sea queen ancestors created the sea... not too long apart!"