Princess Against the World

Feng Chenglin gestured, trying to make his explanation sound credible.

"Although, although I know what I do and what I don't do, I know it in my heart, but... I just feel that the sissy coyness just now was not me..."

Blinking his eyes, he still looked at Ling Luoyu uncertainly.

"Um, Third Young Master, you...you know what I mean, right?"

It's a feeling that's hard to describe.

In other words, it can only be explained in words, but cannot be elaborated on.

No matter what he thought, Ling Luoyu still nodded seriously.

"I know!"

"..."

"I really understand!"

"..."

Forget it, no matter what she said is true or false, just pretend that she understands everything.

"Now that I think about it, everything I did just now was just me doing nothing. With Mo Xuanchen's level of cultivation, nothing will happen..."

"So, what do you mean?" Ling Luoyu tilted his head and looked at him intently, as if Feng Chenglin had just acted coquettishly, or just made a fool of himself, completely ignoring him.

"What I mean is naturally what you mean!"

"What about your consciousness just now? Did you mean it, or did the old man mean it?"

"……ah?"

Feng Chenglin was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looked in the direction of the old ancestral hall, and then shook his head.

"No, no, no, of course that's what I meant. You...why do you ask that?"

"It's okay. I just talked to you casually and asked. How could it mean anything else?"

Ling Luoyu smiled calmly, not thinking anything of it, and stretched his slim waist.

"It's dawn... the turning point of the game should be coming!"

"……inflection point?"

What turning point?

These three young masters are spouting new terms again.

"Nothing will be smooth sailing. There will be ups and downs. The highest and lowest points of bullying are the turning points... Now, the turning point of our game is the arrival of the big shot..."

"..."

Feng Chenglin was a little confused when he heard this: "Third Young Master, are you still waiting for...waiting for a big shot? Big shots like the disciples of the Lord of God have already appeared, who else are you waiting for?"

If you wait any longer, wouldn't it be the God Lord himself?

That is a god-like existence, and he will never be condescending, so he will come there in person, right?

Moreover--

"Didn't you say that the Divine Master was practicing in seclusion and it was inconvenient for him to come forward, so he only asked his right-hand man and disciples to come forward when something happened?"

"Yes, the Lord's right-hand man and disciples are here... Who else will come again?"

Ling Luoyu murmured to himself, as if he was asking himself or others.

Feng Chenglin frowned: "Third Young Master, you... aren't you really waiting for someone?"

"I don't know, maybe!"

"..."

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but tilt his head and looked at her seriously.

"Why do I feel that my sentimentality just now has been transferred to you...I am fine now, but you are depressed..."

Who knew that Ling Luo smiled meaningfully and patted his back.

"Brother, my sentimentality is somewhat the same as yours, but there are fundamental differences..."

"...Sentimentality, is there any difference?"

"The difference is that my sadness comes from my heart and is real sadness, while your kindness... is just for the sake of feeling, nothing more..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What nonsense is this?

It doesn't mean... you feel unhappy? ?