As a bystander, no one knows what the specific truth is.
And the best way to deal with it is
"Fat man, whether what he said is true or false, as long as it doesn't touch our interests, we will act with him as if nothing has happened!"
Who can guarantee that what the false god said is true?
Maybe he still wants to use this point to sow discord, provoke their relationship with Luming, and then kill people with a knife and get rid of Luming with their hands.
Feng Chenglin understood from his eyes and immediately smiled: "that's also ha. Anyway, at present, we don't suffer from this little hand. If this guy jumps around under our hands and causes a moth, it's not too late for us to clean him up!"
At this point, he also meaningfully patted the false god on the shoulder.
"But then again, man, thank you for reminding us!"
The false god was very tricky and responded politely: "it's natural that you are in peace. For me, it's only good, not bad. Of course, I don't want you to have anything!"
Feng Chenglin was more satisfied: "it's still your old man who knows the overall situation and knows to pick up good words and tell them to us!"
Compared with that guy, Luming seems to be motivated.
The false god once again politely said, "in that sentence, helping you is helping myself. After all, I have to rely on you to help me pull back this game in my current tragedy!"
"What do you mean?" As if bitten by a snake, Feng Chenglin quickly stepped back two steps: "you sound... A little like trying to deceive us!"
"How dare I blackmail you? But you can see that I'm like this. At present, I can't leave here!"
The false god sighed helplessly, and there was a little injustice between his words, as if others had misinterpreted his original intention.
"I can't leave here like a ghost. First, it's too scary. Second, my body will be more comfortable here!"