"Who said he didn't die?" Madam Lian's eyes instantly turned hideous, and she gritted her teeth: "I hate him to death, he ruined my life, I can't wait to eat his flesh, drink his blood, peel his skin... ... How could he still be alive when he fell into my hands?"

"Because your affairs are not finished, why are you willing to let him die?"

"Nonsense, I don't need him for what I want to do!"

"He is the only one who knows the whereabouts of the God Lord! If you want to seek revenge on the God Lord, you must ensure that he is alive... Mrs. Lian, you are not willing to kill him!"

"..." Madam Lian's expression changed again.

She fixedly looked at Ling Luoyu and didn't speak for a long time.

Finally, nodded.

"I understand a little now, why Luming chose you as an ally! But you guessed wrong, I hated the Lord to death and wanted to seek revenge from him, but in the final analysis, he is still my child's father! "

"Your child's father?" Ling Luoyu smiled: "I thought that with a rank like you, Madam, a man has become a resistance for you to draw a knife. I didn't expect to talk about feelings like this!"

"What emotions are you talking about? Emotions!" Feng Chenglin sneered disdainfully on the side: "Didn't Mrs. Lian make it very clear just now? The Lord of God has no feelings for her. It's just love, isn't it, Mrs. Lian?"

"Damn fat man, you know what you are, women are soft-hearted, and they all love their children from the bottom of their hearts, and want to give their children a father..."

"I can understand that it is necessary to give it to my father, but the crux of the problem is that this father must also want the child and the child's mother! If people only want the child and not the mother, the child's mother is here to talk about emotions... ...isn't it a joke?!"

The two of them sang and harmonized each other, giving no respect to Madam Lian at all.

"Fatty, pay attention to your words!"

"Hey, I said too much!" Feng Chenglin covered his mouth exaggeratedly.

He looked like a long-tongued woman who was gossiping behind his back. He was caught in front of him. It was a bit embarrassing, but it was more of a joke.

"Mrs. Lian, don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else, and I'm not talking about you... I'm just talking about things, just saying a little bit of my own thoughts. If I say something wrong or make you unhappy, you must absolutely Haihan, don't take it to heart..."

These remarks fanned the flames, added fuel to the fire, and said Mrs. Lian's eyes dodging, not knowing how to answer.

If she answered, wouldn't that mean admitting that these two people were talking about themselves? !

But if we don't speak, there will always be something in our hearts that we are poking at one breath, unable to go up, unable to come down, and feel aggrieved and uncomfortable.

"You don't need to say such things, I know what you mean, and I'm not doing it on a whim or doing some superficial things. I really don't want to hurt my son!"

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin looked at each other.

That look is clearly...

... Act, you keep acting!

...You are the protagonist and you wrote the script, you can say whatever you want!

... You said it was for the son, just for the son, who can argue with you?

The two people's eyes made Mrs. Lian feel a little guilty for no reason.

"I know that the Lord of God just uses me as a reproductive tool, to give birth to a son for him, to inherit his lineage..."

"That, Mrs. Lian, the three of you have such a messy relationship... It doesn't make sense to mess with us, right?" Feng Chenglin interrupted her.