Without waiting for Ling Luoyu to answer, Ping Yizhi had already patted her left shoulder with one hand.

"Brother Qing, don't worry, my Mr. Ling has no other skills, but the kung fu on this mouth is definitely not covered! The dead man can tell you that he is alive...... Ahh ”

He slapped himself in the mouth.

"Look at my broken mouth, a happy day, what kind of death, death! Good luck, no taboos!! ”

Ling Luoyu was speechless!

Listening to this meaning, he is a person who can only brag.

"Sect Master Ling, can you go with me?!"

Qing Yimin's eyes were clear and transparent, and he looked at Ling Luoyu with great anticipation.

That innocent look made her unbearable to refuse.

"Okay!"

Qing Yimin suddenly jumped up with joy.

"Dad, you accompany Sect Master Ling to chat first, my big brother Heping still has a lot of things to prepare!"

He greeted Ling Luoyu happily, summoned peace of mind, and the two of them rushed away.

The feather eyelashes trembled slightly, and Ling Luoyu's slanted eyes were green without a trace.

"Master Qingzhuang, you won't just let me accompany the young owner to greet you, right?! Even though as he said, he doesn't have any brothers and sisters, but there are still a lot of people in Qingmang Villa who can accompany him to welcome his relatives, why did the owner of Qingzhuang choose me alone?! ”

Qing Yusu suddenly turned his head to look, and after meeting her gaze, his eyes became quite complicated.

"To tell you the truth, when Lan Ruo introduced you to me, I still didn't believe it! But from today's battle, I believe ......"

"Introduced to you?" Ling Luoyu frowned slightly: "What do you mean?" ”

Listening to this, between Lan Ruo and them, there are secrets that she doesn't know.

Qing Yusu didn't speak, glanced around vigilantly, took out a Qiankun bag from his sleeve, and handed it over.

"What is this?"

"Just look at it......"

The moment Ling Luoyu took over, his heart trembled, his eyes raised slightly, and he looked at Qing Yusu.

In the Qiankun bag, it is Lan Ruo's spiritual power.

Qing Yusu didn't answer her gaze, but walked towards Qing Yimin.

Lan Ruo's spiritual power was only frozen in the Qiankun bag.

To be exact, on a letter in the bag.

Ling Luoyu quietly leaned in with his spiritual power and silently opened the letterhead.

"Yu'er, things are complicated, letters are not safe, I can only say concisely Don't trust anyone, trust anyone!"

Ling Luoyu's face was broken.

What does that mean?!

Don't trust anyone, she can understand this sentence, but what does it mean to suffix a sentence to believe in anyone?

These two sentences are inconsistent?!

Is it a suffix for embellishment??

"Boom!"

The Qiankun bag suddenly caught fire, and she was so startled that she hurriedly threw it out.

Lan Ruo said that the letterhead was not safe, which meant that someone would intercept her letter for inspection, so she couldn't go into too direct detail.

Don't trust anyone, you are warning her that things are out of her control, don't trust others.

And the one who believes anyone??

Ling Luoyu's eyes swept around.

Could it be that grandma is hinting to me that there are people around me who can be trusted?!

For example, this Qingyu Su?!

Does the fact that my grandmother can hand him the letterhead mean that he can be trusted?!

But what if he's the one who cut off his beard?!

If he hijacked Lan Ruo's letterhead and pretended to be her cronies and friends, it wouldn't be impossible!

For a while, Ling Luoyu's heart was in turmoil, and he couldn't guess what Lan Ruo meant.