Jinlin and Yan Feiyun's eyes trembled, and they looked up in shock.

A trace of evil appeared in Ling Luoyu's eyes: "Then someone and someone can be justified... together!!"

Ding Temple's head: "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, who said these words? The sound is very familiar..." Ling Luoyu knocked on his head, tilting his head as if he was thinking hard: "What a pity, I can't remember it for a while!"

Can't remember?

Jin Lin and Yan Feiyun looked at each other—

If you really can't remember, you won't say it!

But what they said was just in the stands in the arena.

At that time, there were no outsiders around them.

At that time, Ling Luoyu was still in the arena.

How did she know the "whisper" between the two of them!

but--

The meaning of such obvious threats is obvious and even a fool can hear it clearly.

"Miss Ling..." Dingmiao's eyes flicked and looked at Jinlin and Yan Feiyun.

have to!

No need to say anything else!

It can be seen from the expressions of these two people that Ling Luoyu is talking about!

"younger brother……"

Yan Ziyue rushed in happily and chuckled.

"You look for me..."

Before Yan Feiyun could speak, she suddenly pointed at Liao Feng.

"Oh, it's you..."

Liao Feng's spine was stiff in an instant, and he swallowed his saliva dryly, and his lips twitched: "You... do you remember... recognize me?"

He wanted to say that you remember me, but he realized that something was wrong and changed his words stuttering.

Fortunately, everyone's thoughts were not on him either.

No one cares about that word.

"Of course I recognize you. You are the slave who killed in the arena... who killed that person..."

Liao Feng: “…”

well!

He was still thinking too much!

Yan Ziyue smiled and withdrew her gaze, and walked to Ding Temple a few steps: "Ding Messenger..."

Dingmiao's body couldn't help but retreat a little, and smiled embarrassedly: "Miss Ziyue..."

"Why are you here too?"

"I……"

"By the way, I heard that my mother came to you a few days ago and got angry. What's going on?"

"……nothing……"

"She didn't make things difficult for you, right?"

"No……"

"It's good if you don't, I'm so sorry!" Yan Ziyue suddenly took two steps back and bowed solemnly: "My mother has a bad temper recently. If she has offended the conspiracy, I will apologize to you on her behalf..."

“…”

Jinlin and Yan Feiyun immediately looked at Ling Luoyu, and their eyes were self-evident-

How about it?

It's clear who wins and who loses?

It is obvious that Yan Ziyue's interest in the temple was much higher than Liao Feng after all.

Ling Luoyu chuckled unanimously and met the eyes of the two of them provocatively: "You haven't spoken yet, how can you know the final result?"

"Is there any more to ask?" Yan Feiyunfei rolled his eyes, and suddenly grabbed Yan Ziyue's arm hard, and pulled it to his side: "Come here!"

His brute force made Liao Feng subconsciously take two steps forward and raise his left hand lightly.

He wanted to stop Yan Feiyun's rudeness, but he found that his identity was a little embarrassed.

At that moment, he still withdrew his hand: "Miss Ling, forget it..."

She didn't remember him at all!

If she opens her mouth and chooses to set up a temple, wouldn’t she block his future path?

It would be better to say nothing now, but to develop slowly by him.

"What's up?" Yan Ziyue was stunned, blinked her black eyes, and looked at everyone innocently: "Brother, what are you...what are you doing?"
Chapter completed!