"I know..." Dingmiao didn't want to say any more about what happened back then, and suddenly smiled: "I didn't mean to blame you, I just wanted to say... Maybe I am among the few of us, enough to appreciate him. Painful person!"

"No one can understand my pain!" Bu Shenglian's words came from outside the door abruptly.

He has been standing outside the door for some time.

He also heard some of the words inside.

As he walked in, his gaze passed over several people and fell on Zhou Yan.

"No one can imagine what kind of power can pull a person back from the brink of death!!"

Zhou Yan's eyes narrowed, and he did not speak.

"It's hatred!" Bu Shenglian walked to the table with his hands under his hands: "When your heart is full of hatred, you have to grit your teeth to live, gritt your teeth and endure the pain, waiting for the moment when fate is judged!"

Shaking his clothes, sitting down, he raised his head and met Ling Luoyu's eyes.

"However, no one knows when this moment of trial will come! No one can know whether I can live to the moment of trial!"

"Those who are full of evil will definitely be condemned by the heavens, but the time has not come!" Dingmiao straightened his back and fixedly looked at Bu Shenglian: "I believe that the ruins of the gods have been revealed. It will not be long before he will Will be swallowed by prophecies!"

Bu Shenglian looked at him with a slightly different color: "This brother, what...looks like you, it seems that you have a hatred that is not shared with the gods?"

"He destroyed me, you said, my hatred will be less than yours?"

"...Full door?"

Bu Shenglian's expression moved visibly, thinking of something, turning her head to the side, lowering her voice.

"There are countless families that have been killed by the gods. I don't know... which one are you?"

No one knows how many families are destroyed in the hands of the gods.

He probably didn't know the person he killed.

"His hatred is not worth less than yours!" Ling Luoyu calmly interrupted the conversation between Bu Shenglian and Dingmiao.

Dingmiao instantly understood what she meant--

Regarding Bushenglian, everything is just a legend of others.

He himself didn't even say a bit.

The ghost knows how much of this kind of falsehood is true.

Before getting the opponent out, it's best to keep your bottom line and don't let the opponent dig.

"Really?" Bu Shenglian didn't ask the answer she wanted, and there was a little more haze in her eyes: "What do you mean now? It's not just simply asking me to bathe and eat?"

"Since it's eating, let's eat first!"

Shui Niangniang came to an end at the right time, personally filled a bowl of soup, held it in her hands, and sent it to Bu Shenglian.

"I actually made this meal, and a few of them borrowed from me to entertain you...Of course, the result was just one glance!"

Bu Shenglian took the soup, smelled it, but didn't drink it: "I, I don't like the food that comes, and I rely on my own ability to ask for what I can eat..."

Turning his head, looked at Ling Luoyu seriously.

"It's also my own ability to grab food from the hands of a child and let myself survive!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What kind of skill is this?

This is bullying! !

He hummed, and he poured a bowl of soup into his mouth, but coughed.

Bu Shenglian glanced at him and sat down at the table, scanning the food and wine on the table.