Lu Ming didn't seem to hear it, and he greeted the two of them before turning around and striding away.

"Master Lu, what do you mean by you?" Feng Chenglin looked upset: "How can you be like this? It aroused people's curiosity, and left without saying a word, what's the matter? Things can't be said today. Will things still bloom after tomorrow?

"Fatty, Mr. Lu said, tell us tomorrow, naturally there is a reason to tell tomorrow, why are you so much nonsense?"

Ling Luoyu stopped him in a hurry, and the two watched Lu Ming's back leave together.

"How is it, Third Young Master, how do you feel now?" Feng Chenglin was a little bit nervous, and the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily, "Is there a feeling of losing but not wanting to admit it?"

"How do you say this? What does it mean to lose and don't want to admit it," Ling Luoyu took a look at him, hehe: "Are you?"

"Why me? Obviously you, you said just now, that's the poison we both fought. You clearly said that he will tell me whether the **** is dead or alive, but now?"

Feng Chenglin was anxious, stepped a step, and stopped in front of Ling Luoyu.

"You are here, you heard it, he didn't say anything about the gods at all, he just avoided talking!"

"Didn't he talk about the gods?" Ling Luoyu smiled slowly, but his eyes were meaningful: "Are you sure, he didn't say?"

Feng Chenglin took a step back, looking serious and serious: "San Shao, we don't have such a thing. Since we are talking about betting, we must have the spirit of betting. You can't lose, just shame it?"

Cang Tian can testify that he has not many chances to win Ling Luoyu in his life, and he finally won this time, how could he easily let it go.

"Fatty man, then I ask you, why does he wait until tomorrow before telling us important things? Is there anything he can't tell us today?"

"Nonsense, you ask me, who shall I ask? I said just now, there is something that can't be said today, didn't you not hear it?"

"That's why I asked you, is there anything I can't say today?"

"You," Feng Chenglin was anxious: "Aren't you nonsense? This is what I asked just now, and he didn't answer me, so how can I answer you?"

"So, what do you mean?!"

"I..." Feng Chenglin was a little angrily and frustrated: "What did I say, you, Sanshou, you don't talk about martial arts, you lose if you lose, who doesn't lose every day? Just lose once, you Why can't you afford to lose?"

"I can't afford to lose?" Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes, too lazy to talk nonsense, and turned to leave: "Then you just think about it, why wait until tomorrow to tell me the answer!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Um?

How does this seem to be... meaningful? ?

Why wait for tomorrow?

Is it just going back and thinking about it?

What else can it be! ?

Is it necessary to go back and ask others before making a decision! ?

Feng Chenglin stopped swiftly, and turned his head abruptly to look in the direction where Luming disappeared.

"Go back? Fuck..." He Sa Yazi chased Ling Luoyu, and stopped her in two steps: "San Shao, what do you mean? No, it doesn't mean that he is going back tonight and ask about God Lord. Mean?"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes again: "Not too stupid!"