Feng Chenglin gestured, trying to make his own explanation sound a little credible.

"Although, although I know what I do and what I don't do, I still know what I do, but... But it just feels that the sissy coquettishness just now is not me..."

He blinked, he still looked at Ling Luoyu uncertainly.

"Um, Third Young Master, you...you know what I mean?"

This is a feeling that is difficult to describe.

In other words, it can only be said, not elaborated.

After thinking about it, Ling Luoyu nodded seriously.

"I know!"

"I really understand!"

Forget it, no matter if what she said is true or false, just as she understands everything.

"Think about it now, everything just now was just me being a mediocre person. With Mo Xuanchen's cultivation base, there will definitely be nothing wrong..."

"So, what do you mean?" Ling Luoyu tilted his head and fixedly looked at him, as if Feng Chenglin had just acted like a spoiler, or he had sprinkled a splash, completely ignoring it.

"What I mean is what you mean naturally!"

"What about your consciousness just now? Did you mean it, or the old man?"

"what?"

Feng Chenglin stunned for a moment, subconsciously looked in the direction of the old ancestral hall, and then shook his head.

"No, no, of course I meant it, you... why are you asking that?"

"It's okay, just talk to you casually, and ask, how can it mean anything else?"

Ling Luoyu smiled lightly, not thinking of anything, and moved her waist.

"It's dawn... the turning point of the game should have come!"

"...Inflection point?"

What inflection point?

These three young men came out of their mouths again.

"Anything will not be smooth sailing, there will be ups and downs. The highest and lowest point of bullying is the turning point... Now, the turning point of our game is the presence of big people..."

Feng Chenglin was a little confused: "San Young, are you still waiting...waiting for big people? Big people like the disciple of the gods have already appeared, who are you waiting for?"

If you wait any longer, isn't it the God Lord himself?

That's a god-like existence, it will never be honourable, will you drive it yourself?

Moreover--

"Isn't that, because the divine lord is practicing in retreat, it is not convenient to come forward, so when the disciple is in trouble, he will let his right arm and disciple come forward?"

"Yes, the Lord's right-hand man and disciples are here...Who else will drive?"

Ling Luoyu muttered to himself, as if asking himself or someone else.

Feng Chenglin frowned: "San Young Master, you...won't you really be waiting for someone?"

"I don't know, maybe!"

Feng Chenglin couldn't help tilting his head and glanced at her seriously.

"How do I feel, my sentimentality just now has been transferred to you...I'm fine now, but you are depressed..."

Knowing that, Ling Luo smiled meaningfully and patted his back.

"Brother, I'm so sentimental, some of the same as yours, but there is a fundamental difference..."

"...Sentimentality, can there be a difference?"

"The difference is that my sorrow is from the heart, it is true sorrow, and your kindness... is just for feeling, nothing more..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What nonsense is this?

Doesn't mean... unhappy? ?