Dingmiao was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood: "Xizi...that little white face!!"

Ling Luoyu's lips smiled deeper: "He is a familiar person to all three of us at the moment, so... if the real Changyang wins, he might come out and talk to us in person..."

But the negotiation at that time was a one-sided negotiation without the slightest illusion.

Madam Chang Yang will no longer have any tricks with them, but will directly kill her, forcing her to hand over the core.

"But if Thunder Fury wins, Shadow needs a messenger who can freely enter and exit Thunder Fury. This person needs a certain right to speak, so it must be Xizi!!"

Dingmiao's eyes flickered: "Miss Ling, don't tell me, Xizi... As early as the beginning, it was within your calculations!"

If this is the case, that guy is really a bit too pitiful!

Before she knew it, she fell into Ling Luoyu's trap, and she was also grateful for her life-saving grace.

However, Ling Luoyu glanced at him with a smile, and did not answer this question.

There are some things that can't be said!

Just know it yourself!

Xizi did enter her game earlier, but the specific requirement for him to be a messenger was the moment he hesitated at the door just now.

Xizi hesitated, and she hesitated too.

At this time, she decided to bet on a game-Shadow wins! !

As long as Shadow wins, he must need a messenger who can be different from Thunder Fury.

And this person is none other than Xizi.

Therefore, when Xizi entered the old ancestral hall, she withdrew the barrier and let him directly enter Thunder Fury.

She believed that the enemy had no time to clean up Xizi.

At this time, the real Changyang was furious, enough for him to deal with.

So, she needs time to wait!

Wait for the final outcome, and see who wins!

Dingmiao turned around in place, looking at the door of the old ancestral hall from time to time.

The sun rises, falls, rises again, falls, rises again...

Dingmiao has gone from the anxiety before, and has become much calmer.

He was eating breakfast, thinking: "Shall we have hot pot at noon today?"

Feng Chenglin bit the bun and stared at it, "What did you say?"

"Eating hot pot, idle idle..." Dingmiao was stunned, thinking that he had made a mistake: "Is there anything in Miss Ling's space? Eating hot pot, shouldn't it be a difficult thing? "

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What is this guy doing?

When are they doing?

Are you here for a picnic?

It turned out to be a hot pot!

"I said, Dingmiao, inside... there is still life and death uncertain, you... you want to eat hot pot now, it seems... a bit inappropriate, right?"

"What's wrong?" Ling Luoyu promised readily: "Wait a while, let's clean up and play cards..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

How could this little Nizi be less reliable than Dingmiao!

"Three young masters, what's inside...you don't care?"

"Is it useful for me?" Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "They don't kill it by themselves. It's useless for any of us... Anyway, they haven't got any results these days, and it's not bad for this day and a half. Take advantage of this time, Let's have a hot pot, happy and happy..."

Speaking of hands-on, a few foodies really started.

Before noon, the hot pot stove and vegetables were ready.