Therefore, Ling Luoyu concluded that--

Mo Xishu's face might be fake!

The purpose is to create an identity that is awe-inspiring to her, but who cannot be refuted.

Feng Chenglin's face was very bad, and the words he wrote were almost crazy:

--why? What are they doing so much for?

Ling Luoyu sneered: Still need to ask? Of course I want to go to the shrine!

But the legs are on you. If you don't go, can they still break your legs and force you to go?

So, they used the identity of the old grandmother! !

After all, speaking of it, Mo Xishu is the only elder Mo Xuanchen left in this world.

Facing such an identity, as long as it was not a matter of life and death, Ling Luoyu had no reason to refute it.

However, this also illustrates a problem-

The other party knew her well.

Otherwise, there would be no such setting as Chaos Umbrella and Mo Xishu.

Feng Chenglin twitched his mouth: I feel that behind us, there have been such a pair of eyes staring at us, and a pair of hands, pushing us into a certain frame.

These people have been talking about Rao Shizi's "God".

Could it be that this is the so-called "God's Will"? !

But why is it so "artificial"!

Fearing that the wall might have ears, the two of them did not dare to say too much, so they rested separately.

The next day, as soon as Ling Luoyu opened the door, he saw Dingmiao sitting on the steps with his back to the door.

His eyes were slightly drunk, and he immediately recovered indifferent, and stretched lazily.

"Ding ambassador, you didn't sleep all night, just sit outside my door?"

Not far away, Feng Chenglin was washing.

Hearing the movement, shaking the water on his head, he came over: "When I got up this morning, I saw him sitting like a doorman, and I was shocked!"

Dingmiao ignored the two, and his voice was deep: "I thought about it all night..."

Ling Luoyu moved his hands and feet, and walked by: "Don't tell me, you have been thinking about it all night, and you have figured it out, you want to go to the shrine with me!!!"

Dingmiao's eyes moved slightly, and he jumped up quickly: "That's how I think!"

Fengcheng Lin looked at Ling Luoyu--

Isn't this a coincidence?

Last night, they were still saying that they were afraid of going to the shrine because they were afraid of Dingmiao and being afraid of the **** master.

Unexpectedly, the plot turned abruptly overnight!

Ling Luoyu smiled but didn't smile: "I thought you were afraid of the Lord, so you dare not face it!"

"I...I figured it out!!" Dingmiao licked his lips, obviously lacking in conscience: "Life is alive, anyway, he will die sooner or later, no matter how he died! It's better to die like a man than to die like an ant It's the same stealth, right?"

"What happened to the ants?" Feng Chenglin grabbed his coat and put it on: "The biggest dream awakening in my life is to live like ants!"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "I thought you were like a free fish!!"

Feng Chenglin was a little confused: "What is Xianyu!?"

Ling Luoyu finished washing, and turned around with a serious face: "Dingmiao, going to this time may be extremely dangerous. If there is no return, you have to think about it!"

"I'm thinking about it! I'll accompany you!" Dingmiao stood tall and proudly.

"Yeah!" Ling Luoyu responded, looking down, as if thinking of something again: "Where are Zhou Yan and the others?"

"...I don't know..." Dingmiao was taken aback.

"Then you can help me ask, if anyone is interested, go to the shrine with me!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What is this little Nizi going to do?

Don't you really want to take them together?