Feng Chenglin also looked confused and looked at Jun Lai without knowing why--

Ling Luoyu, this was hitting the abacus on him.

why?

What is this guy planning! ?

"Mr. Jun, you should know more about the things before God Lord than any of us, so I need you to tell us all the legends, secrets, and even rumors that you know... the more detailed The better!"

Junlai: "..."

What is there to say about those things?

Besides, it was all how many years ago.

Even if you know it, what's the point?

Could it be possible to change the current situation?

"Regardless of whether Gu Lan has told the Lord about us, we now need to use various information to paint the image of the Lord..."

Now, their rivalry with God Lord has begun.

Maybe when there will be fierce fighting.

Before that, the other party will not leave them room and time to warm up.

Only when the world is still peaceful, will he be concretized!

In this way, it will not be too passive.

Where did Jun Lai know Ling Luoyu's thoughts, he didn't know what should be said, what shouldn't be said, and there was no specific point. He yawned straight and couldn't open his eyes, so he was let go.

Zhou Yan, Dingmiao and the others were awake long ago. They didn't see Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin, so they guessed that they should be in Junlai's room.

I wanted to go in, but I was afraid of hearing what I would not hear, so I could only wait outside the door.

Three rods in the sun, Junlai's door opened.

He came out with dark circles under his eyes.

Zhou Yan and Dingmiao were sitting there playing a simple gomoku, when they heard the door ring, they got up quickly.

"You..." Jun Lai was stunned for a moment: "Why are you all here?"

Feng Chenglin went out afterwards, also a little tired: "I am sleepy, this night...I am tired and sleepy..."

"Are you still sleepy?" Ling Luoyu followed behind him and went out: "You are just snoozing, you are still called sleepy?"

Feng Chenglin didn't take sober medicine, although there was strong tea, but in the middle of the night he still heard kowtow-like insects, dozing off.

Ling Luoyu felt sorry for him because he was awakened by the water, and did not force him to listen again.

Anyway, for important clues, she will verify with him again.

Unimportant information is just passed by.

"You are here, where is the Bushenglian?" Feng Chenglin thought of the most important person: "Why isn't he here?"

Zhou Yan and Dingmiao immediately looked at each other, and they all pointed in one direction:

"He is very busy!"

"He has no thoughts and time to perfuse us now!"

Feng Chenglin blinked: "What is he... doing?"

No one thought that Bu Sheng Lian, with a broken leg, could still be so neat when it started.

In the garden, Bu Shenglian is holding scissors, carefully trimming the flowers and trees.

Behind him, many households have been pruned into special shapes, making the garden more warm.

"What...what is he doing?" Feng Chenglin looked dazed.

I don't know, I thought this was a skilled gardener.

That action, that look.

It seemed that the whole world had been left behind by him.

"What did you say he was doing?" Zhou Yan seemed to smile.

"You didn't see such an obvious thing?" Dingmiao also squinted.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

nonsense!

Of course he could see what Bu Shenglian did.

but--

"Why would he... want this?"