Regardless of whether it is a black cat or a white cat, a good cat can catch a mouse!

"No matter who it is, it's good for us, just help us survive!!"

The spear in the hat's hand also had the courage, and no longer flinched, but rather provocatively confronted the five brothers of the Gao family.

"Now, we are five to four, and there is not one wounded. Overall, there is still some chance of winning!"

Although Liao Feng didn't participate in the discussion between the two, their words fell into their ears without fail.

He raised his brows, and he retreated to Ling Luoyu thoughtfully.

"Really you?"

Ling Luoyu smiled, his eyes curled, and his eyes fixedly looked forward: "What?"

Liao Feng glanced at her sideways, his eyes were rather displeased: "You don't know what I'm talking about?"

"I'm not a god, and you didn't make it clear. How do I know what you are trying to express?"

"...It's Migan and Hat... They said that someone is manipulating their bodies like a puppet... Is it you?"

"Yes!"

Ling Luoyu returned very simply, which surprised Liao Feng a bit.

He thought that she had to take care of his cover up!

"What...what's going on? Didn't you say that you want me to protect you, did you protect A Liu?"

"Yeah! Are you not protecting me now?"

"...You know what I mean!"

"You have to deal with five alone, so it's more difficult? It's not as good as three, dealing with five... Now it's easier, three dealing with four!!"

"Since you have this ability, why don't you just shoot it?"

Ling Luoyu tilted his head with a smile, and was very serious: "If I make a move, how can your light exist?"

In that case, I have to thank your subordinates for being merciful and leaving the thin noodles? !

"Behind us, someone has paid attention to you..." Ling Luoyu lip, pointing to the stands: "The two men in the middle of the costumes, their goals, have been locked on us! If I really do Do it yourself, then there is still a chance for your Liao Feng to rise to the top?"

Liao Feng followed her gaze: "That is Yan Feiyun, the eldest young master of the Yan family, and his mentor Jin Lin..."

Ling Luoyu noticed the different color in his eyes: "Why, you...hate them both?"

Look at Liao Feng's eyes, as if these two people had digged his family's ancestral grave.

"I... what do I hate them for?" Liao Feng gritted his teeth, turning his head stiffly, and looking away.

"Don't hate?" Ling Luoyu curled his lips slightly: "But how do I feel, you treat them... like killing your father and taking your wife..."

When talking about the "hate of taking away his wife", Liao Fengyou looked at her, and there was a burst of flame in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Ling Luoyu's joke was instantly burned.

She suddenly understood something, and looked at the two people above again: "Isn't it...you and these two people, really have such a big hatred?"

"No!" Liao Feng gritted his teeth back.

"Really? But why are you so...shy to the Yan Ziyue Miss Yan's? She doesn't move you, but you cautiously avoid seeing it, as if you are afraid of being recognized by her! And..."

Ling Luoyu pointed to his eyes, faintly.

"How can you avoid it, but this... eyes! Your eyes can't avoid..."

To be precise, Liao Feng hasn't learned how to be calm and how to hide the inadvertent affection in his eyes.