Chapter 732: Be low-key

"An... old man!"

"Old man?!"

Dingxi and Dingdong glanced at each other, their eyes were suspicious.

"What kind of old man?!"

Ling Luoyu's eyebrows frowned, as if trying to recall: "Uh... he doesn't look too old, he is only 60 or 70 years old... Wearing a gray robe, that robe looks quite old, no Very valuable..."

The Dingxi brothers looked at each other again, and both shook their heads quietly.

"Don't talk about these useless! You can be more specific, what does this old man look like?" Ding Dong yelled in angrily.

"Specific? Isn't it the same as us..." Ling Luoyu looked innocent: "It's all two eyes, one nose, one mouth..."

Everyone: "..."

Is not this nonsensical! ?

Everyone looks like this!

If it's not like this, it's not a human being? !

Ding Dong suddenly scolded, "Wang Yan, you can be honest and serious! What does he look like?!"

Ling Luoyu took a breath of toothache as if he had a toothache, and looked over impatiently.

"I said you are so uncle that you can't be unreasonable?! Don't these old men all look alike?! Anyway, they are all ugly, can't you say they are like flowers!? What do you want me to say!! "

"Do you still dare to choke with me?!" Ding Dong's flash hat was three feet tall, really wanting to slap her twice to relieve her hatred!

Ding Xi suddenly coughed, and his eyes sharpened: "Ding Dong, didn't I tell you? I'll take care of this! Get out!"

Ding Dong finally shut up, and walked back quickly, silent.

Ling Luoyu smiled happily: "Yes, you have to be such a low-key person, especially when you ask for help, you have to be low and low!!"

She rolled her eyes and tried to reflect on it with a pretense.

"What does the old man look like? I can remember when I see it... You let me say, I really can't tell... By the way!"

Ling Luoyu was shocked and suddenly raised his voice.

"By the way, I remember, that old man has a flute in his hand!"

"Flute!?"

"Yes, it is the flute! The flute is black...it looks like it is made of iron, but the sound is wrong, the flute sound is very crisp..."

"Iron flute?!" Ding Dong couldn't help but ran forward again: "What kind of iron flute?!"

Ling Luoyu stopped abruptly, his eyes looked rather unhappy.

Ding Xi also turned his head slowly at that moment. Although there was no words, the tacit understanding between the twin brothers still made Ding Dong wisely shut up and stepped back again.

Ling Luoyu seemed to have a good impression of Dingxi. As soon as Dingdong left, she instantly smiled.

"This uncle, that's it, it's probably this long..."

Ling Luo Yuzi described the flute carefully.

Tingtong knew about the Ding Family brothers and Jianzhong, maybe they could also find Tingtong's message from the clues of the flute.

And from Ding Dong's reaction just now, they should know something about Ting Tong.

Sure enough, following Ling Luoyu's description, the expression in Ding Xi's eyes changed.

Although he was still indifferent and without any emotions, she still caught his ups and downs.

Turning his head slightly, Ling Luoyu looked at him rather gossiping.

"You... do you know each other!? Otherwise, he wouldn't let me bring you words..."

Ding Xi's eyes trembled, and he suddenly looked up.

"What did he tell you to say?"