With his original identity, Bao Qi will know the secret.

Gu Lan: "..."

See what he does? !

He doesn't even know about the ancient trees in the treasure box temple, how can he even know about the gods descending on this day? ?

Besides, it is still a tree.

"I don't know! I haven't heard of it..." Gu Lan spread his hands and smiled, "Presumably, no one has ever heard of it! Otherwise, after so many years, how could there be nothing about this matter? News came out?"

Secrets need to be kept!

However, in the world, there is no secret that can really be kept! ?

Unless, there is no such secret in itself!

Otherwise, it will be sooner or later that the secret is revealed and known by others!

The only difference is the number of people who know!

"I don't even know you?" Ling Luoyu hovered slightly, his eyes ambiguous: "If you don't even know, I'm afraid it's... the divine lord..."

"No news!"

Before she finished speaking, Gu Lan refused.

"I will definitely know what he knows, and... if there is such a definite news, he will not let that thing stay in Zhao's house!"

In terms of his understanding of the gods.

If the divine lord had known before that the so-called **** descended from the sky was an ancient tree, he would definitely not be polite and would not leave it in this place again.

"Mr. Gu, if you want to remove the ancient tree, even if you are the Lord, I'm afraid it is not... that simple!!"

She has personally experienced the magic of ancient trees.

The object with its own enchantment is very resistant to her existence.

I don't know whether he also resisted God Lord and Gu Lan.

Gu Lan saw the clue in her eyes, but did not ask carefully.

"Patriarch Zhao, it's all up to this point. Is it necessary for me to ask in person one sentence?" His right hand stretched slightly, and he looked at his fingertips: "Or, let's invite Patriarch Zhao to drink again. Tea, take a break?"

Zhao Ziming's lips twitched: "No need..."

A fool can see that this guy has lost patience.

At this point, it's better to be good and cooperate.

Anyway, I have already vomited so much, so what do I care about?

"Besides, there is nothing more on my epitaph. What makes me feel strange is the second epitaph!"

There was a pause.

His gaze was on the faces of the other two people, and he quickly turned around to determine whether the two of them were directed at the epitaph.

Although both Gu Lan and Ling Luoyu were calm, Zhao Ziming, the old lamp oil boiled out of the crowd, also guessed something.

The smaller the two of them, the more expressive it is, maybe it is the real purpose.

Thinking of this, he deliberately slowed down the tone of his speech: "Two, before I talk about the epitaph, I need to tell them clearly... In the following words, what I said is true. But some of these things really sound incredible. If you believe it, I'll say, don't believe it..."

"If you believe it or not, just say it, believe it or not, it's up to us!"

Ling Luoyu sat down, turned the herbal tea cup with his fingertips, and looked at him with a pair of eyes.

The look in his eyes was slightly sullen.

Zhao Ziming didn't dare to talk any more nonsense, cleared his throat and smirked.

"That's right, that thing... not our Zhao family..."