Ling Luoyu never had the precedent of pulling him up in the middle of the night, and he used such extreme techniques.

This means it's really troublesome.

When he changed his clothes and saw Ling Luoyu again, her expression seemed to have returned to normal.

When he saw him coming in, he pushed a cup of tea.

"This is sober tea, sober and refreshing, let's drink it."

"No, right? Your bucket of water is enough to refresh yourself..." Feng Chenglin smiled embarrassedly: "I am so energetic now that I am as if I have been injected with chicken blood!!"

His eyes turned around and found that he and Junlai were the only ones, and no one else could help but frown.

"Where are some of them?"

"You have something to say. I'm afraid I'll miss something. If you think about it, I'll remind me in time..."

“…”

Ling Luoyu's state made Feng Chenglin even more confused.

"No, what happened to you who didn't sleep in the middle of the night!?"

And, it's the kind that's poured into a bucket of water?!

Jun Lai sat aside, bit his fingers, and his eyes wandered around the two of them.

Feng Chenglin felt weak when he was seen: "Don't look at people with that kind of eyes, it's very creepy..."

It felt like she was going to be judged for the final judgment.

Ling Luoyu patted his side: "Sit!"

How could Feng Chenglin sit with peace of mind? He half pulled his butt on the edge of the chair and twitched his lips: "What the hell is it?"

"What happened to Gu Lan!"

"Gu Lan?" Feng Chenglin's eyes widened in an instant: "What's wrong with Gu Lan?"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Luoyu's eyes looked at him with great care.

"You're really drunk!"

“…”

Feng Chenglin only remembered something at this time, and breathed and frowned.

"Gu Lan, yes, Gu Lan... I remembered it a little when you said that. Just now... I seemed to see Gu Lan..."

It seems, but it seems not.

"San Young Master, Gu Lan is here too?"

"This is Gu Lan's home!"

"Ah?" Feng Chenglin was stunned for a moment: "What did you say? Gu Lan's... home?"

Suddenly he stood up, he looked at Junlai, turned around and looked towards the door.

"No, no... Is the man that the Shui Niang said is... it's him?"

Ling Luoyu raised his eyes and looked at him quietly without saying a word.

"How is that possible?"

Feng Chenglin stuttered a little, and his lips twitched.

"How is that possible? That guy is not like us, yes..."

He didn't say the following words.

However, my eyes were already thinking about it carefully and frightened.

"No, it's impossible...San Young Master, how is this possible? He is from the gods, why is he always...in our place? This...isn't this a coincidence, right?"

Ling Luoyu had recovered from his coldness. When he heard this, Yuying still trembled: "This is exactly what I worry about the most!"

"I'm worried too! Hell..."

Feng Chenglin fell on the stool, his eyes wandering.

"That guy... I know it's unusual. Think about it, the demon god... what kind of person should be, what kind of cultivation you have to do at a young age... Damn, he

I am from the gods, so why are you talking about being young!!”

That guy is also a tender old bacon.

Among so many people, he is probably the only one who can still be called a young man!

With a bitter smile, he looked at you.

"Although I don't know what you are going to say yet, I can guess... things are really troublesome!"
Chapter completed!