With just a glance, he took a breath.

Next second: "Miss Ling..."

The voice also changed its tone.

Ling Luoyu didn't need to look at it, but could guess it from the trembling tone of Dingmiao

What he saw should be exactly the same as what Feng Chenglin saw.

She was instantly relieved: "That's right!"

Dingmiao: "...what's right?"

Feng Chenglin's reaction was quicker: "San Shao, have you found your way out?!"

"more or less"

"What's the difference?"

"Two or three points..."

Feng Chenglin was speechless.

What is a difference of two or three points?

"As long as we can go out, even if it is only two or three points of hope, we have to give it a try. What's more, you are still seven or eight points, it's settled..." Feng Chenglin was completely relieved.

For him, Ling Luoyu's confidence in the mouth is seven or eight points, that is the hope that he can be sure.

Feeling relaxed, joy appeared on his face.

"San Shao, you didn't really find the inspiration from my handstand just now, did you?"

Ling Luoyu gave him a roll of eyes: "I want to be beautiful, it's a coincidence that you are the inspiration for me."

Dingmiao was a little flattered for a while, and he smiled: "Miss Ling, where do you start? When did I...when did I give you inspiration?"

Ling Luoyu was very serious: "Of course it's when you are going to take the knife with the old customer, when you translate it to me..."

Dingmiao's smile froze on his face: these words...it's a bit long to speak.

He has translated so many, which sentence is the inspiration?

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Isn't this a blatant talk?

The old knife-bearers have said so much and said so long, they are all stunned.

The turning point was when he was standing upside down.

Don't even admit it?

Not happy! !

As soon as his expression faded, Ling Luoyu patted his arm gently.

"But what? You are a hero of inspiration, so I will give you this first opportunity to leave!"

Feng Chenglin: "What opportunity to leave? How to go?"

Did she just say something?

Still when he was standing upside down, what did this little Nizi say, his head "buzzed", did not hear? !

"Handstand! Haven't you found a way to leave?" Ling Luoyu smiled leisurely, very relaxed.

She can still joke, and Feng Chenglin has relaxed a lot.

"You don't want me...stand upside down and plunge into the water?"

Ling Luoyu nodded non-committal: "Go!"

Feng Chenglin's smile suddenly stopped, and he looked at the temple: "Really?"

Dingmiao frowned and looked at the water thoughtfully: "Miss Ling, you mean... the opposite is true, it's underwater..."

He suddenly looked up, as if he understood something.

"I see... where we are, everything is in contradiction. For example, when we look inside, it is actually outside. Going forward... is going back, black... is white... it seems to be dead. The place is the life..."

Fengcheng Lin stunned his face: "You kid, didn't you just say that there is no life or death? Why did you come out in a blink of an eye?"

Dingmiao looked at him with light in his eyes: "Have you not figured it out yet?"

Feng Chenglin's MMP: What do you figure out? Find out your uncle!

He still didn't understand what it was!

Dingmiao looked desperate: "Shengmen, where we left, is right under our feet...understand?"