Seeing his flattering look, Long Yueling was really not used to it.
He waved his hand and said disdainfully, "You can do it, right? What are you pretending for? This old one has nothing to say to you. "
"This... "This …" At this time, Feng Boding had suddenly become a wife who wanted to speak but hesitated. If he was not so rude, he would have been a bit embarrassed.
"Speak." Long Yueling became even more impatient.
He thought that Feng Boding definitely wouldn't come here without reason. He must be here to showcase his cards. And she also wanted to hear what he was up to.
"Saying that, you brat, what do you mean by saying that this old one and this grandson is the Ghastly Witch and the emissary from the Lingyin's Tomb? This old one has also seen that the matter of you not wanting to be the Sect Master is true, and you are not a foolish person. Seeing that Feng Boding was still hesitating to speak, Long Yueling urged him to do so.