Jun Lai blushed, embarrassed: "This matter... is a misunderstanding, let alone talk about it!"

Dingmiao shook his head speechlessly: "Young Master, in view of... our current relationship, no matter how embarrassing I feel, you have to say it so that Miss Ling will be prepared, otherwise... I'm afraid that there will be More people misunderstand!"

Julai hesitated for a moment, then looked behind him again, and finally let out a long sigh of helplessness.

"I don't know who it came from, saying that it was...I let you go because I...I liked it..."

Looking at Ling Luoyu, he didn't call the name.

"You said, isn't this a fictitious thing? Although I explained it, they just didn't listen, and I couldn't explain the whole thing to them a little bit, right?"

Dingmiao shook his head sympathetically: "You said that you are also the head of a dignified clan at any rate. How come you are so downhearted that you have nothing to say! If you are like you, I would rather be my bare commander... "

"How can their High Human Race compare with your Miao Family?"

Ling Luoyu patted the temple calmly and brought out his identity.

"Your Miao family, it's a heritage of thousands of years, not to mention a strong cultural heritage, but also a sect family, a single line, but the high race? This patriarch is selected, today is you, tomorrow is me, and With the passage of time, many of their traditions must have been lost, and this has led to the situation of the Gaoren today..."

However, Dingmiao's statement is also correct.

The leader of the clan was so jealous and suspected by his subordinates, and he had to explain to them. It was tiring.

"Young Lord, if someone asks about me again, you can tell them that I, Ling Luoyu, have attracted people and have a husband..."

Jun Lai was even more embarrassed, shouting to his subordinates: "You all heard clearly, my girl... already has a husband!"

"It's a member of the Mo family!" Dingmiao added.

This, Jun Lai did not yell out: "Are you really from the Mo family?"

He glanced at Dingmiao, thoughtful.

"He is from the Miao family?"

His eyes squinted, vaguely, a little killing intent beating.

"Is it the...Miao family who is following the **** master?"

Ling Luoyu sensed the unusual, and the quietly charged Temple gave a wink: "He is called Dingmiao. He is the only bloodline that survived the Divine Lord Massacre...and also the last Miao heritage in this world!"

"That's what the Miao family deserves!" Jun Lai suddenly uttered a harsh word.

Dongmiao was immediately embarrassed: "The words of the Young Master...seem to mean nothing, right?"

"As the lackeys of the gods, how many damaging things did your Miao family do? I don't even point out this? If the gods were jealous of your Miao family and ordered the massacre of you, our masters would be afraid to The door was destroyed!!"

Dingmiao and Ling Luoyu suddenly had a bad feeling--

Her original intention of bringing the temple to the temple was to ask the two of them to draw their feelings together.

When necessary, form an alliance or something.

But visually, it seems that things are not only going to be bad, but they also mean something wrong.

"Young Master, you...do you have any misunderstandings? In my inherited memory, there is nothing about your high human race?"

If there were any clues, he wouldn't be able to miss it.

But in my memory, there is really no thing about the high race.