Jin Lin and Yan Feiyun's eyes trembled, and they looked up in shock.

Ling Luoyu's eyes fainted with evil spirits: "Then someone and someone can be justified...together!!!"

Dingmiao side head: "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, who said these words, the voice is very familiar..." Ling Luoyu knocked his head, thinking hard and tilted his head: "It's a pity, I can't remember it for a while!"

can not remember?

Jin Lin and Yan Feiyun looked at each other--

If you really can't remember, you won't say it!

But what they said was casually spoken in the stands of the arena.

At that time, there were no outsiders around them.

At that time, Ling Luoyu was still in the arena.

How did she know the "whispering" between them!

but--

The meaning of such an obvious threat can be heard clearly by fools.

"Miss Ling..." Dingmiao's gaze turned, looking at Jin Lin and Yan Feiyun.

Got it!

Needless to say anything else!

From the looks of these two people, you can see who Ling Luoyu is talking about!

"Little brother"

Yan Ziyue rushed in happily, laughing cheerfully.

"You are looking for me..."

Before Yan Feiyun could speak, she suddenly pointed to Liao Feng.

"Oh, it's you..."

Liao Feng's back stiffened instantly, he swallowed dryly, and the corners of his lips twitched: "You...you remember...recognize me?"

He wanted to say that you remembered me, but realized that it was wrong, so he changed his words.

Fortunately, everyone's thoughts are not on him.

No one cares about that word.

"Of course I recognize you, you are the slave who killed... who killed in the arena..."

Liao Feng: "..."

Ugh!

He still thinks too much!

Yan Ziyue retracted his gaze with a smile, and walked to the Dingmiao a few steps: "The envoy of Ding..."

Dingmiao's body involuntarily withdrew a few minutes, and smiled: "Miss Ziyue..."

"Why are you here?"

"I"

"By the way, I heard that my mother called you a few days ago and got angry. What's the matter?"

"It's nothing"

"She didn't embarrass you, did she?"

"No"

"I don't have any, I'm so sorry!" Yan Ziyue suddenly took two steps back and bowed solemnly: "Mother has a bad temper recently. If she has offended the messenger, I will apologize to you..."

Jin Lin and Yan Feiyun immediately looked at Ling Luoyu, their eyes were self-evident--

how about it?

Who loses and who wins, is it clear at a glance?

Obviously, Yan Ziyue's interest in Dingmiao is, after all, much higher than Liao Feng.

Ling Luoyu chuckles noncommittal, and met the two gazes provocatively: "You haven't spoken yet, how do you know the final result?"

"Is it necessary to ask?" Yan Feiyun rolled his eyes, and suddenly pulled Yan Ziyue's arm to his side: "Come here!"

His brute force caused Liao Feng to subconsciously take two steps forward and lightly lift his left hand.

He wanted to stop Yan Feiyun's rudeness, but found that his identity was a bit awkward.

At the moment, he still retracted his hand angrily: "Miss Ling, forget it..."

She doesn't remember him at all!

If she opens her mouth and chooses Dingmiao, wouldn't it block his future path?

It would be better not to say anything now, but to let him develop slowly.

"What's the matter?" Yan Ziyue was startled, her black eyes blinked, looking at everyone innocently: "Brother, you...what are you doing?"