Chapter 7687 The God Lord Is Fake-7

"We never talk about things that are random guesses. We never talk about things that we are not sure about!" Feng Chenglin was very confident.

The Lord just smiled and said nothing.

Neither admit nor refute.

At this moment, Lu Ming had a bad premonition: "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, is there any point in saying anything or not?"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Ming's expression changed completely. He flew up and rushed towards the Lord of God. He grabbed his throat with one hand and pressed him firmly on the stone steps.

"What did you say?"

The Lord of God did not struggle: "What did I say? Didn't you hear clearly? Why ask even though you already know!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Lu Ming couldn't help roaring, suddenly raised his fist, and hit the Lord God hard in the face.

Feng Chenglin said "Yeah": "Don't... Yeah!"

The fist fell on the God Lord's face. The God Lord didn't react, but his expression was very painful.

"No, then, what, you, please be gentle, even if you punch him, look at him... he is like a crystal man, transparent and crispy. If you use more strength, you can hit him again. Let’s break up, we can’t even pretend!”

The Lord of God looked like that, let alone punching him, even holding it in his hand and shaking it, he was afraid of being shaken away.

Lu Ming ignored him and hit the Lord of God in the face with his fist again and again.

"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

"..."

No matter how many times he struck, the God Lord did not dodge and allowed him to vent the anger in his heart.

Moreover, every time Lu Ming hit him, the Divine Lord laughed, as if what hit him was not a fist, but gentleness.

Feng Chenglin originally wanted to go up and start a fight, but after seeing this, he stopped angrily.

Ling Luoyu glanced sideways: "Why not?"

"What are you doing up there? Look at the way they look! Why do I feel... like they're flirting?!"

"You really know how to feel!"

"I'm not blind, I'm serious," Feng Chenglin said with a serious face: "I remember you said before that there is such a relationship?"

"What's the relationship?" Ling Luoyu didn't respond and responded casually: "Is there anyone who likes to be beaten?"

"Yes, yes, that's it. As you said, there are some people. One likes to be abused, and the other likes to torture others. Just like the two of them now, one wants to beat others, and the other wants to be beaten... That’s what you’re talking about, right?!”

Ling Luoyu came over with some hindsight, turned his eyes, and a strange color faded from the depths of his eyes: "Are you...sure?"

"I'm sure, you said it... you'll die if you touch it?!"

"S——M??"

"Yes, yes, it's these words that I can't always remember. They're so dead and touching..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Feng Chenglin's expression paused: "Why am I wrong? What's that look in your eyes?"

"I'm not happy without you, just be happy..."

Damn fat man, you can’t remember anything else, but you can remember this kind of thing once you say it!

The embarrassing thing is that she can't remember when she said such words.

Lu Ming didn't know whether it was because he was tired from beating, or whether he felt less and less accomplished the more he beat, so he threw away the god master, staggered two steps back, and fell into the hot spring.

He was wet all over, like a drowned rat, embarrassed and decadent, sitting there helplessly.