Ling Luoyu guessed it well.

Mr. Tang indeed went to the Divine Stone Space.

When Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin arrived there, he was in a state of consciousness in front of the space.

So much so that when the two of them arrived behind him, he didn't react.

"Mr. Tang?"

Mr. Tang was shocked and turned to look, but regret climbed in his eyes: "Why are you? What are you two here for?"

After talking about shrinking his pupils, he thought.

"You are here to ask, right? You probably aren't here to deliver things!"

"Send things, what are you send?" Feng Chenglin said quickly: "Mr. Tang, what do you want us to send?"

"What I want, is it just useless to ask if you ask? What else are you asking?"

That being said, Mr. Tang's eyes were flowing on Ling Luoyu.

Apparently waiting for her answer.

But he knew that Ling Luoyu didn't play according to the routine at all.

He kicked Feng Chenglin secretly and frowned in reproach.

"Fatty, what are you talking nonsense? Who speaks like you?"

"What's wrong with what I said? Isn't it right? Shouldn't we ask what to give?"

"If you ask like you, how should Mr. Tang answer? He said, do you want it or not?"

"San Young Master, it's wrong for you to say this," Feng Chenglin looked serious and straight: "I answered it only after Mr. Tang said it, and if we didn't ask, how could we know what he wanted?"

"With Mr. Tang's identity, how can I ask you for something directly? Even if I tell you, you will give it to me. So does Mr. Tang want it or not?"

"Hey, look at what you said. Since it was Mr. Tang's mouth, we have delivered the thing he wanted. Can he still not want it?"

Turning his head, he threw a wink at Mr. Tang very seriously.

"What do you think, Mr. Tang?"

How could Mr. Tang not understand that he was so scheming... the two were deliberately telling him.

At that moment, he sighed helplessly.

"Okay, you two can stop. What's the use of telling you? The thing is not on you..."

As he said that, he glanced at Ling Luoyu again.

Even Feng Chenglin understood.

——Mr. Tang was trying to stimulate Ling Luoyu, and she made a promise to get the thing from Mo Xuanchen.

If looking at the entire gods, if there are still people who can take that thing from Mo Xuanchen's hands, then this person will be Ling Luoyu.

Therefore, Mr. Tang deliberately spoke, wanting her to take the initiative to take the initiative to take the lead in taking the conversation.

But Ling Luoyu just refused to respond.

"Did you see it? This is called literary character... People like Mr. Tang, in fact, vulgar things like you and me can be desecrated!"

"Yes, yes," Feng Chenglin nodded like pounding garlic, and repeated his voice: "After all, we have a smaller pattern, and we are thinking about those messy and dirty things!"

"That's right, in Mr. Tang's style, even if we hold that thing up with both hands, he won't want it..."

"Who said I won't want it?" Mr. Tang waited for this sentence and immediately caught the two people's words: "If you bring that thing over, I will definitely want it!"

Feng Chenglin immediately slapped his head: "Look, I'll just say it, what kind of riddles are you going to do? Just straight to the point, and say whatever you want, how good."
Chapter completed!