Feng Chenglin also had a confused expression, looking at you for no reason—

Ling Luoyu, this was putting his abacus on him.

Why?

What are the plans for this guy?

"Mr. Jun, you should know more about the things you have done before the Lord of God than any of us, so I need you to tell us all the legends, secrets, and even rumors you know... the more detailed the better!"

Junlai: "..."

What's there to say about those things?

Besides, it happened many years ago.

Even if you know, what's the point?

Can it still change the current situation?

"No matter whether Gu Lan has told us about the Lord of God, we now need to use various information to describe the image of the Lord of God..."

Now, their rivalry with the Lord of God has begun.

Maybe when will the fierce battle become fierce.

Until then, the other party will not leave them room or time to warm up.

Only by taking advantage of the peace in the world is still the world, we can concrete it!

In this way, you won't be too passive.

Junlai didn't know Ling Luoyu's thoughts, nor did he know what to say or what not to say, and there was no specific reference. He yawned and couldn't even open his eyes, so he was let go.

Zhou Yan, Dingmiao and others had already woken up. Before they saw Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin, they guessed that the two should be in Junlai's room.

I wanted to go in, but I was afraid that I would not hear anything, so I could only wait outside the door.

It was noon at sunset and the door of Junlai opened.

He walked out with dark eyes.

Zhou Yan and Dingmiao were sitting there playing simple Gozi chess, but when they heard the door ringing, they quickly got up.

"You..." Jun Lai was stunned for a moment: "Why are you all here?"

Feng Chenglin then went out and looked a little tired: "I'm so sleepy, that night... I'm tired and sleepy..."

"Are you still sleepy?" Ling Luoyu followed him out: "You're so napping, still sleepy?"

Feng Chenglin did not take sobering medicine. Although there was strong tea, he still heard the kowtow and worm-like sounds in the middle of the night and dozed off.

Ling Luoyu felt sorry for him because he was awakened by the water and did not force him to listen again.

Anyway, she will verify the important clue with him again.

Unimportant information passes directly.

"You are here, where is Bu Shenglian?" Feng Chenglin thought of the most critical figure: "Why is he not here?"

Zhou Yan and Dingmiao immediately looked at each other and pointed in one direction:

"He's very busy!"

"He has no time to deal with us now!"

“…”

Feng Chenglin blinked: "What is he... doing?"

“…”

No one expected that Bu Shenglian, who had a broken leg, could still be so nimble when doing things.

In the garden, Bu Shenglian was holding scissors and carefully pruning the flowers and trees.

Behind him, many households have been trimmed into special shapes, making the garden look more warm.

"What is he... doing?" Feng Chenglin looked confused.

I don't know, but I thought this was a skilled gardener.

That movement, that expression.

It seemed as if the whole world was left behind by him.

"What do you think he is doing?" Zhou Yan smiled.

"You didn't see such an obvious thing?" Dingmiao also glanced sideways.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

nonsense!

Of course he could see what Bu Shenglian did.

But--

"Why should he... do this?"
Chapter completed!