"I know!"

Ling Luoyu had innocent eyes, as if he didn't know where Ling Chongding's nameless fire came from.

"But having a need does not mean you can win!"

Ling Chongding: "..."

He stood there steadily, staring at her aggressively.

After a long time, he sank and sat down.

"The three young masters have lived in the capital for a long time, so he doesn't understand some of the rules of the game here..."

His name for Ling Luoyu was changed to Third Young Master, indicating that the gap between them was very deep.

The implication is that she is the aloof young master of the Ling family, and they are just ordinary villagers in the mountains.

The status of the two parties is different, so the values are destined to be different.

For a waste young master who can only enjoy, no matter how high his cultivation base is, there is nothing to talk about.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Ling Luoyu's eyes.

"The rules of the game may be different, but the outcome of winning or losing will always remain the same! Grandpa patriarch, if you can't even accept your own shortcomings and can't agree with it, then it's no surprise that Ling's family loses completely!"

Ling Chongding's pupils shrank again.

Ling Luoyu's words were like a knife, and the words went straight into his face, and they went deep into his heart.

It's simply a scandal to be looked at by a dude.

"Ling Luoyu, for the sake of the great Duke's face, I have to bear with you again and again, but you'd better not get too far!

The tea cup in Ling Chongding's hand cracked with a click.

"What are you going to do?"

Ling Luoyu smiled like a flower, and immediately before his body, Yun Danfeng lightly opened his hand stamp, squeezing out the broken pieces of porcelain piece by piece.

"Give me an upright identity! I will help you play a must-win game!"

Ling Chongding's hand trembled obviously: "What did you say?"

Ling Luoyu's movements stopped abruptly, feather eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was shocked, staring at his eyes.

"You heard that right! Give you an identity, and I will give you a victory!!"

Ling Chongding withdrew his hand suddenly, his pupils shrank: "Are you serious?!"

"What do you say!"

Ling Chong couldn't make up his mind, and didn't know how to answer it for a while.

In his cognition, Ling Luoyu in front of him was sordid and accomplish nothing.

But in front of her, she was calm and relaxed, the clouds were light and windy, the point was her unfathomable cultivation.

Ling Chongding also read countless people and made up his mind now.

"Okay!! I can give you a team! But first tell me...how sure are you that you can win?!"

The evil charm curled his lips, and Ling Luoyu took the tea cup leisurely.

"As long as you give me the supreme authority, there will be ten percent!!"

The dark night at child time was the most gloomy and cold.

In the back mountain of the inner house of the Ling family, dozens of people stood side by side, silent, looking at the people in front of them aggressively.

In front of them, Ling Chongding carried his hands and his eyes were like torches.

And beside him, sitting lazily was a white-clothed teenager with a silver fox mask, shining with a demon-like luster.

She bowed her head and drank tea, leisurely and contentedly, as if she hadn't seen dozens of doubtful eyes in front of her.

Even Ling Hongdan on one side was suspicious, his eyes wandering on Ling Chongding and the man in white.

When he was approaching his son, Ling Chongding suddenly heard the news that all the disciples who participated in the hunt should gather in the back mountain, saying that he would introduce a new instructor to them.

Unexpectedly, it was such a young master who looked a little dull.