Ling Luoyu's Danshui Wuhen's eyes stared at him, crossed his gaze, and took the opportunity to hold a bowl of clear porridge to Changyang Zhenren.

"So, my petty mind is hard to catch your eyes on my real sister... You just pretended that I hadn't heard anything and nothing happened. What should you do, what else do? I'd like to listen to my words as fun..."

"You are really self-aware!" Changyang Zhenren did not hide his contempt for her: "I know that I don't have the ability to thunder rage, but this is better than others..."

Her gaze fell into the distance.

Even though she knew she was there, the number of people who covet the wrath of Thunder did not decrease.

"You said these people dare to stay here and not leave. What are they waiting for? Do you really think that they can steal the Wrath of Thunder from my hands?"

With her here, the thunderous anger will not fall into the hands of others.

But these people didn't even understand the simplest truth and were still waiting here.

What to guard?

Waiting for a miracle to happen, are you picking up a bargain?

snort!!

idiot!

Ling Luoyu's eyebrows slightly sank, and he looked at Changyang Zhenren thoughtfully.

Strangely, there was a little more uneasy-like feeling on this woman.

It shouldn't be!

who is she?

The people who turn hands into clouds, turn hands into rain, and stomp their feet will make the world move.

Such a person will be uneasy?

Moreover, this uneasy feeling was when it came to the people watching!

Could it be—

A bold idea suddenly popped up in her mind: she was afraid that the thunderous anger would fall into the hands of others!

This is interesting!

With the cultivation level of Changyang Zhenren, he would have such concerns!

Why?

Do you feel that your ability is not enough to completely kill the thunderous wrath?

Or is she worried that some of these people would take advantage of the situation and destroy her plan?

Can't?

Not to mention that these people must have been brave enough to dare to attack Changyang Zhenren.

Even if you really attack, you will seek death.

She even knew this truth, but those old fried dough sticks who have become eloquent have no reason to know it.

These people are more interested in watching the fun here.

After all, the recognition of the Lord of the Wrath of Thunder is the most rare wonder they encounter in their lives.

Even though they are a little selfish, they are more likely to have a glimpse of this prosperous adventure.

What even she could see, would Changyang Zhenren not be able to see?

Since you can see it, why are you so nervous?

What was she nervous?

unless--

It's because of her own reasons!

With a glance, Youran met Xizi's gaze.

He kept observing her quietly.

The two looked at each other and quickly moved away tacitly.

"Real sister, I think you don't have to think too much about these people. After all, for you, they can completely ignore them!"

"It can be ignored, it's annoying!" Changyang Zhenren handed her the bowl, tilted her head and looked at the tower of the old ancestral hall, thinking about something.

Ling Luoyu looked along her gaze, and was silent, standing with Xizi on the left and right, standing with her quietly.

After a while, Changyang Zhenren slowly withdrew his gaze: "How much do you know about this black tower?"

"Real sister, I'm really speechless when you asked... I'm not from the Zhao family, you know..."
Chapter completed!