Ling Luoyu was grabbed by his arm and pulled up, with the book on his forehead, looking at Lu Ming lazily.

Just a glance, raised his brows.

"The deer boy..."

"How? Is there any difference?"

"It's really a bit different!" Ling Luoyu stood up with interest: "Yesterday he was like a student who was asked by a teacher but didn't know the answer, but today he is... confident and confident, and he wrote We have the answer we want!"

Feng Chenglin's eyes were a bit subtle: "Does that mean that this guy is just like we guessed. He saw the God Lord last night?!"

If this is the case, 1 then the **** is nearby.

"I am not sure if I see the God Lord, but I am sure, he should give us a positive answer!"

What Ling Luoyu said was unobstructed, and it was clear that Lu Ming wanted to hear it.

"Fatty, prepare hot tea!"

When Lu Ming approached, Feng Chenglin not only prepared hot tea, but also melon and fruit snacks.

"Master Lu, how is it? Today we are hospitality, sincere enough?"

"Don't worry, I also came with sincerity today!" Lu Ming arched his hands and bowed slightly: "Miss Ling, please forgive me!"

"Where did Mr. Lu start? I feel a little nervous about what I said!"

"Miss Ling, let's see each other frankly now."

"Don't tell me, how can it be considered that you two meet frankly?" Fengchenglin snarled, and calmly broke Luming's words: "Our three young masters have masters, and famous flowers have masters, and Isn't it appropriate for you to meet frankly?"

"Then I will show my sincerity!" Lu Ming took out an object from his arms and placed it in front of Ling Luoyu.

That thing was wrapped in yellow cloth and was palm-sized.

"What's this?"

Feng Chenglin stretched out his hand curiously.

"Fatty!" Ling Luoyu smiled suddenly: "Young Master Luming's sincerity, don't be curious easily. Once you become curious, you may have to pay the price!"

Feng Chenglin immediately retracted his hand and rubbed it against his chest: "How come I am a little creepy?! Luming, your kid...how do I feel that you are not at ease?"

He swept Luming up and down several times and raised his eyebrows.

"Or, let's meet me frankly, the two of us, it doesn't matter if you are frank!"

Lu Ming knew that he was really joking: "If you don't mind, I'm the same as you frankly!"

Nodded, gestured with the chin.

"Open it, don't worry, this thing doesn't hurt you much!"

Feng Chenglin's thoughts grew: "Since you don't mind being honest with me, do you still mind raising your hand? Why don't you open it, let's just watch it!"

Lu Ming couldn't help but smile, raised his hand, and opened the cloth a little bit.

In the cloth, it was not a treasure that shocked the world to shock them, but a piece of dry, dark, invisible material.

"What is this?" Feng Chenglin leaned closer, frowning, "How does it feel...like a piece of bacon?"

"You can guess that way," Luming replied in a light tone: "This is a fleshy bone on my body!"

The hand that Feng Chenglin was about to touch suddenly withdrew, like a ghost, and rubbed his body again in disgust.

"You, your...bones?"