In order to avoid the eyeliners of the two guards, Ling Luoyu instantly escaped into the Chaos Secret Realm after entering the inner door.

I should not tell Feng Chenglin about my own affairs here for the time being.

She will see what kind of storm this guy is going to do here.

The garden was very lively and the people were busy.

From afar, Ling Luoyu saw a newly built stage.

Ling Luoyu's eyes were sunken: "These people still want to sing opera?"

I was in a really good mood!

There is a little golden glass tent opposite the stage. There are golden curtains hanging around the glass tent, and several figures can be seen vaguely inside.

One of them was very disharmonious.

He leaned in the chair, his legs raised on the table, and sat in a sloppy manner.

Ling Luoyu muttered: "...this fat man!"

The sitting posture was a carefree person, except Feng Chenglin, and the young master of the aristocratic family could not show his aura.

Suddenly, Ling Luoyu discovered something was wrong.

In the middle of Feng Chenglin's side, there was a slender and upright figure sitting, with a maid wearing a neon feather fan behind him. He should be the owner of this banquet... Lu Ming.

But who is the person on Lu Ming’s right hand?

The man was burly and wearing a hat with a vertical black veil on the hat.

Behind the man, there were six people standing side by side, three men and three women, wearing uniform sect costumes.

And Ling Luoyu looks very familiar with the costumes of this sect - the Mo family disciples' costumes!!

Yes!!

The Mo family's children who followed her not long ago were wearing such clothes.

The only difference is that the person who followed her had a red belt around her waist, while the people had a black belt around her waist.

"The Mo family dared to come to the temple so blatantly...?"

What kind of world is this?

When the Lord of God disappeared, have these guys started to show off their power?

And it's so silly that he ran directly to the God Lord's palace?!

Yes, Lord God, can't lift his forty-meter machete?!

In the camp, Feng Chenglin was lazy and tilted in the chair, knocking melon seeds.

"Click"

Cook the melon seeds.

"puff"

Spit out the skin of melon seeds.

The melon seeds turned around and flew to the place where the Mohist family was.

With saliva, it fell into the teacup in front of the man in the hat.

Everyone's faces changed.

Even Lu Ming's pupils shrank... This is a bit insulting!!

I don’t know what the people from the Mo family will do?

He moved his eyelids calmly, glanced at the man in the hat, and glanced at Tamsui Wuhen with a glance, thinking that nothing had happened.

The man in the hat had no expression, but one of the subordinates behind him could not help it.

He pointed at Feng Chenglin with a "swoosh" finger with his right hand, his eyes full of murderous aura: "Boy, you are arrogant!"

Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes at him, slowly grabbed a melon seed, knocked it open, and with a "pop", the melon seed shells were sprayed with spit.

The direction where the melon seed shell flew out was still the same man in a straw hat.

This is a barely provocative provocation!

"You drink your tea, I eat my melon seeds, and we don't miss the water of the well, why am I so arrogant?"

Feng Chenglin had the same look of not being able to slap, provoking the other party’s bottom line unrestrainedly.

"Besides, you are distinguished guests, and I am also distinguished guests. The seats of our two families are the same, both of them are the left and right hands of Master Lu Ming. Why do you have to be superior to others? And you still care about melon seeds?!"
Chapter completed!