"A... old man!"

"Old man?!"

Dingxi and Dingdong looked at each other, with a look of confusion.

"What kind of old man?!"

Ling Luoyu frowned, as if trying to recall: "Uh... he doesn't look too old, he's only in his sixties or seventies... wearing a gray robe, which looks quite old, not very valuable..."

The two brothers Dingxi looked at each other again, and both shook their heads slightly without moving.

"Don't say these useless things! Just be more specific, what does this old man look like?" Ding Dong scolded angrily.

"Specific? Isn't it just like us..." Ling Luoyu looked innocent: "It's all two eyes, one nose, and one mouth..."

Everyone: "..."

Isn't this nonsense?

Everyone looks like this!

If you don’t look like this, you’re not a human being?!

Ding Dong suddenly scolded: "King of Hell, be honest and be serious! What does he look like?!"

Ling Luoyu took a breath as if he was toothed, and looked over with great impatiently.

"I said you are so fucking the old man, you can't be unreasonable?! Don't this old man look the same?! They are all ugly anyway, so you can't say it's like a flower!? What do you ask me to say!?"

"You still dare to quarrel with me?" Ding Dong Huo Hat Sanzhang really wanted to go up and slap her twice in the face to relieve her hatred!

Dingxi suddenly coughed, his eyes slightly sharp: "Dingdong, didn't I tell you? I'll deal with this matter! Get out!"

Dingdong finally shut up, quickly retreated, and remained silent.

Ling Luoyu smiled proudly: "Yes, you have to be so low-key, especially when asking for help, your attitude must be even lower!!"

She rolled her eyes and thought about it with a pretentious look.

"What does that old man look like? I can remember it when I see it... You asked me to say, I really can't say it... By the way!"

Ling Luoyu was shocked and suddenly raised his voice.

"By the way, I remembered that there was a flute in that old man's hand!"

"Flute!?"

"Yes, it's the flute! The flute is black...it looks like it's made of iron, but the sound is wrong, and the flute sound is very crisp..."

"Iron flute?!" Ding Dong couldn't help but run forward again: "What kind of iron flute?!"

Ling Luoyu suddenly stopped talking, his eyes looked faint and he looked quite unhappy.

Dingxi slowly turned his head at that moment. Although he had no words, the tacit understanding between the twin brothers still made Dingdong shut up and retreat again.

Ling Luoyu seemed to have a good impression of Dingxi. As soon as Dingdong left, she smiled happily.

"This old man, that's what it is, probably so long..."

Ling Luo Yuzi carefully described the flute.

Tingtong knew about the Ding brothers and Jianzhong, and maybe they could also find Tingtong's message from the flute clues.

Moreover, judging from Dingdong's reaction just now, they should know some of the things about Tingtong.

Sure enough, with Ling Luoyu's description, Ding Xi's eyes changed in depth.

Although he still had that cold and unhappy face, she still captured the ups and downs of his breath.

With a slightly tilted head, Ling Luoyu looked at his expression quite gossipedly.

"Do you... know each other!? Otherwise he wouldn't have asked me to bring you a message..."

Dingxi's eyes trembled, and he suddenly raised his head and looked up.

"What did he ask you to say?"
Chapter completed!