"This, this, little Senior Sister, he's my nephew, how could he lie to me?" The third elder said.
"You're easy to fool. If I don't lie to you, who else would I lie to?" Meng Luo rolled her eyes at the third elder and said in an even more unpleasant tone.
Meng Luo was the Emperor of truth. Look, he hit the nail on the head. Wasn't the third elder easy to fool?
At the side, Zhu Tianzhi's face had long since turned as red as a monkey's butt. However, when he saw the third elder's fear of this little girl, he suppressed his anger.
"Alright, alright. It's your business if you want to believe me. You're already so old, yet you're still so stupid. Be careful that you don't even know you're being sold. You don't have to worry about this matter. I'll tell that old fellow, the sect master." Meng Luo waved her hand impatiently.
