Ling Luoyu did not explain the matter thoroughly.

Because the words are too thorough, they seem a bit false.

The most important thing is that she wants to leave a lot of space for these people to give full play to their imagination.

As long as one of them guessed that she might have actually entered Thunder Fury, and was willing to believe it, then it would be natural and her goal would be achieved.

In the world, wherever there are people, there is gossip.

The news that Feng Chenglin deliberately released finally took effect in the evening.

When Ling Luoyu was wearing an apron and helping to burn the fire, two people picked him up.

"come here."

Feng Chenglin was chopping wood not far away, and as soon as they were friendly, they rushed over with an axe.

"You, what are you doing? Let go... let go!!!"

The two men wore the same clothes, tied the same hair bun, and the same hairpin. They should be disciples of a certain clan.

Seeing Feng Chenglin, the two rolled their eyes at him with contempt, and one of them stepped forward and stopped him aggressively.

"Boy, do you want to die?"

Roaring, a brute force suddenly rose, instantly flying Fengchenglin away.

Everyone was silent for a moment: "..."

These days, although they came for a single purpose, they still coexist peacefully. No one deliberately had trouble with anyone.

Today, someone broke the silence and broke the rules.

This is interesting!

Feng Chenglin slammed out awkwardly, the axe in his hand flew, his nose and face swollen.

"Fatty..."

Ling Luoyu wanted to pass, but was stopped by a person from two outsiders.

"Girl, take a step to speak..."

"What are you doing?"

She took a step back vigilantly, panicked like a deer, and looked around as if the driver was looking for an escape route.

"Don't be foolish, here... here are all defiant characters, if you are foolish, be careful... be careful that someone is not polite to you."

"Girl, as long as you cooperate, we will never do anything to you!"

The man waved his hand impatiently and glanced at the people around him provocatively.

"We are the disciples of Master Changyang, I think... no one would dare to have trouble with Master Changyang."

"Real Changyang?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned slightly and looked around.

"Very...very powerful..."

No answer.

From the expressions on the faces of the onlookers, she could infer that this guy should be very powerful.

Because the expressions on everyone's faces are very subtle.

In that case--

Feng Chenglin rubbed his **** and got up, crying with a sad face: "Boss...I, I must be considered a work injury, you...you have to accompany me to lose money..."

The corners of Ling Luoyu's lips trembled: "That would have me come back alive..."

"Relax, as long as you cooperate, there will be absolutely no life worry!"

The two of them didn't have the slightest thought of pitying and cherishing Yu, they were very rudely pushing Ling Luoyu towards the old ancestral hall.

Feng Chenglin quickly followed: "Boss, wait for me..."

"Do you dare to keep up?!"

The disciple who beat him into the air was about to make a move, but was stopped by Ling Luoyu.

"He is my person, if you want to do it, hit me..."

The man's movements paused, and then he smiled fiercely: "I am not a person who doesn't beat women, but you are still useful now...but don't force me to do it. Do it, it's the same!"