Princess Against the World

"Bullshit!" Feng Chenglin shouted flatly: "The ancient clan has been wiped out a long time ago. Although they have descendants left, is the bloodline of the ancient clan so easy to awaken? Even if it is awakened, there must be those who oppose the God Lord. Think about it, how can there be so many people who are against the Lord of God?”

"I'm not kidding... I'm serious!" Zhao Sheng waved his hands anxiously: "In the past, it was indeed what you said... there were not many awakened descendants of the ancient clan, and the occasional one, because eight out of ten Jiu had no inheritance, so he was stranded and confused all his life. But later, I don’t know when, someone secretly contacted these descendants and brought them together to awaken the bloodline and pass on the inheritance... Gradually, a formation was formed. Climate, once our God Lord knows about it, everything will be a foregone conclusion..."

Ling Luoyu raised his hand conspicuously: "You mean... on the Anti-God Lord side, someone is organizing to win over the awakened descendants of the ancient clan?"

"……yes!"

"Who organized it?"

"How did I know this?" Zhao Sheng twitched in embarrassment: "I... I am just a small registered disciple. Even the things I just heard from my senior brothers and sisters, I don't know whether they are true or false!"

"True or false... As long as you can fool people, right?" Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes.

"Mr. Feng, you... you see you have misunderstood me again. This... how can I continue? I didn't fool you... I don't dare, I don't dare..." Zhao Sheng smiled.

Ling Luoyu held the teacup and didn't drink tea. He just looked at him with eyes as bright as daggers, which made his scalp feel numb and his heart felt weak.

"Mr. Ling? You...why are you looking at me like this? I..."

"Sheng Zhao, according to what you said, do we still have the intention to continue talking?"

"Ling...what does Mr. Ling mean by saying that?"

"boom!"

Feng Cheng Linhuo threw the newly built tea: "It means that you are fooling us!"

Zhao Sheng's expression changed suddenly, and he subconsciously looked at the tea cup on the ground, his face turning pale.

As for Feng Chenglin, he accidentally knocked over the tea in Ling Luoyu's hand.

"Sheng Zhao, don't think that making us a cup of tea means all the grudges are gone...I tell you, it's a dream!"

Zhao Sheng stood up suddenly, his face extremely ugly: "This...Mr. Feng, what do you mean? Do you suspect that my tea is poisonous?"

"Poisonous?" Feng Chenglin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked at the wet ground: "Zhao Sheng, let me tell you where is the Lord of God, why are you talking about the poisonous tea? Isn't it because you have a guilty conscience... You poisoned the tea Poisoned?!"

"No!" Zhao Sheng's facial features were deformed in shock, and he shook his head quickly: "No, I didn't poison..."

"You didn't? Then you were so nervous about a bowl of tea with rough tea and rotten leaves?"

"Fat man!" Ling Luo Yuyun waved his hand lightly: "He didn't want to talk to us, so he deliberately changed the topic... Since he doesn't want to talk anymore, then you can do whatever you want!"

Feng Chenglin understood instantly: "I know!"

Zhao Sheng didn't understand: "Mr. Ling, I..."

"No need to explain!" Feng Chenglin grabbed Zhao Sheng's collar with his big hand and whispered in his ear: "What Third Young Master means is that you... are no longer useful, so is this tea poisonous?" , It doesn’t matter whether you were deceiving us with what you said just now... What’s important is that we don’t want to talk nonsense like you anymore..."