Chapter 4810: Don't know true or false

"Bullshit!" Feng Chenglin sighed flatly, "The ancient clan has long been extinct. Although they have descendants left, the blood of the ancient clan is so easy to awaken? Even if awakened, there must be anti-God. Mind, how can there be so many anti-God’s people?"

"I didn't talk...I'm serious!" Zhao Sheng anxiously waved his hand: "Before, it was exactly what you said...there are not many descendants of the awakening of the ancient clan, one occasionally, because there are almost out of ten Jiu had no inheritance, so it was stranded, and he was utterly unconscious for a lifetime, but then, I don’t know when someone contacted these descendants secretly, and got them to one place, awakened the blood, and passed on the inheritance... Gradually, it formed The weather, after our gods know, everything is a foregone conclusion..."

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

"……Yes!"

"Who organized it?"

"How do I know this?" Zhao Sheng awkwardly whispered, "I...I am a little named disciple, just those who just heard what the senior brothers and sisters said. I don't know whether it is true or not!"

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

"Mr. Feng, you...you see you misunderstood me again, this...how can I pick it up? I didn't fool you...I dare not, I dare to..." Zhao Sheng smiled.

Ling Luoyu was holding the tea cup, but did not drink tea, but looked at him with scorching eyes, and his scalp was numb and guilty.

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

"Zhao Sheng, according to what you said, do we have any intention of continuing to talk?"

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

"boom!"

Feng Chenglin smashed the newly built tea: "It means, your kid is fooling us!"

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

And Feng Chenglin accidentally overturned the tea in Ling Luoyu's hand.

"Zhao Sheng, don't think that if you make us a cup of tea, your grievances will be gone... I tell you, dreaming!"

Zhao Sheng stood up suddenly, his face ugly to death: "This...Mr. Feng, what do you mean? Is it because I suspect that there is poison in my tea?"

"Poisonous?" Feng Chenglin was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly looked at the wet ground: "Zhao Sheng, I told you God Lord, what are you doing when tea is poisonous? It shouldn't be your guilty conscience... in the tea. Poisoned?!"

"No!" Zhao Shengjing's facial features changed, and he shook his head quickly: "No, I didn't poison..."

"Don't you? Then you are so nervous about a bowl of tea with rotten leaves?"

"Fatty!" Ling Luo Yuyun waved his hand lightly: "He didn't want to talk to us, so he changed the subject deliberately...Since you don't want to talk anymore, then you can handle it!"

Feng Chenglin understood: "I know!"

Zhao Sheng did not understand: "Mr. Ling, I..."

"No need to explain!" Feng Chenglin grabbed his hand, grabbed Zhao Sheng's collar, and whispered in his ear: "San Shao meant that you...have been useless, so is this tea poisonous? It doesn’t matter whether the words just now fooled us...the important thing is, we don’t want to talk nonsense with you anymore..."