Chapter 7682: God Lord is false-7

"We never take the matter of random guessing, we are not sure, we never say!" Feng Cheng Lin was very confident.
The Lord just laughed and didn't speak.
Neither admit nor refute.
Lu Ming had a bad feeling at this moment: "You? Don't you have anything to say?"
"Me? What do I want to say? What can I say? Since people have already guessed it, what is the meaning of what I say or not?"
Before he finished his words, Lu Ming's expression completely changed. He flew up, rushed to the god, and pinched his throat with one hand, pressing firmly on the stone steps.
"What did you say?"
The God Lord did not struggle: "What did I say? Didn't you hear clearly? Why ask knowingly!"
"You nonsense!" Lu Ming couldn't help hissing and roaring, suddenly raised his fist, and hit the face of the master hard.
Feng Chenglin said "Yeah": "Don't... Yeah!"
The fist fell on the face of the master, the master did not respond, but his expression was painful.
"No, then, what, you, you, you lightly, you go down with this punch, look at him... the crystal is like a crystal, transparent and crispy, if you use your strength a little bit more, then hit him Let’s go, we can’t even pretend!"
The divine lord is like that, let alone a punch, just holding it in his hand and shaking it, I'm afraid that he will be shaken away.
Lu Ming ignored him, his fists hit the face of the master one after another.
"boom"
"boom"
"boom"
"..."
No matter how many times, the master did not dodge, allowing him to vent his anger.
Moreover, every time Lu Ming hits, the lord laughs, it seems that what hits him is not his fist, but gentleness.
Feng Chenglin originally wanted to go up and pull a frame, but after seeing this, he took his hand angrily.
Ling Luoyu looked sideways: "Why not?"
"What are you doing up there? Look at the way they are! How do I feel...like flirting?!"
"You can really feel it!"
"I'm not blindly feeling, I'm serious," Feng Chenglin said seriously, "I remember you said before, is there such a relationship?"
"What's the relationship?" Ling Luoyu didn't react, and dealt with it casually: "Does anyone still like to be beaten?"
"Yes, yes, that's it. As you said, there are some people, one likes to be abused, the other likes to abuse people, just like the two of them now, one wants to hit someone, the other wants to be beaten... What does it mean?!"
Ling Luoyu came over with hindsight, and turned his eyes, the dark color faded from the depths of the ink pupils: "Are you...sure?"
"Sure, what you said...what did you touch and die?!"
"SM???"
"Yes, it's these words, I can't remember them, it's the ones that die and touch..."
Ling Luoyu: "..."
Feng Chenglin's expression paused: "Why did I say something wrong? What do you look in your eyes?"
"I'm happy without you..."
Damn fat man, you can't remember anything else, you can remember this kind of thing once you say it!
Embarrassingly, she couldn't remember when she said such a thing.
Lu Ming didn't know if he was tired, or if he didn't feel the sense of accomplishment as he hit, he slammed away from the master, staggered back two steps, and fell into the hot spring.
He was wet all over, like a chicken, embarrassed and decadent, sitting there very helplessly.