My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

　　 The old man had a boy holding an umbrella, and the rainstorm hit the umbrella, splashing misty water.

　　 Luo Hong, who was sitting in the rain with his ass, smiled and asked questions.

　　 The old man's gully face with a smile on his face gradually became expressionless.

　　 "Luo Rentu's son..."

　　 Wen Tianxing looked at Luo Hong, but didn't respond, just watched deeply.

　　 Is this really only nine products?

　　 Why at this moment Luo Hong’s smiley face gave him an inexplicable heart palpitation.

　　 He felt that it would be best to kill this son at this moment, otherwise...in the future, this son will definitely become a confidant of the prince.

　　 Vaguely, in Luo Hong's body, he saw the Luo Ren Tu of that year.

　　 The ordinary man who looked like a farmer, walked back step by step from the corpses of five thousand ironclad men with a hatchet that dripped blood.

　　 Luo Feng was in a daze.

　　 Looking at the messy and run-down courtyard atrium after the battle, I didn't know what to say.

　　 He saw the corpses of two seventh-rank martial artists. With his eyesight, he naturally saw the dead body of Wei Wuxian in the main hall of the house.

　　 Two seventh-rank martial artists, one seventh-rank Taoist...

　　 just died in Luo Hong's hands.

　　 If it is said that Chen Tianxuan prepared for Luo Hong to solve these three seventh-ranks, then it is still the past.

　　 But, in fact, Chen Tianxuan didn't have much left behind in Anping County. Luo Rentu took his sons and daughters into hermit, hoping that their sons and daughters would be safe and sound, and just wanted to be a mortal isolated from the rivers, lakes and temples.

　　 Therefore, there is not much guarding power. Otherwise, there is a black armored army commanded by Luo Rentu, who would dare to die?

　　 There is only one Chen Tianxuan in Anping County.

　　 But this alone is enough.

　　 Many second-ranks did not dare to enter the city, but only dared to use methods outside the city to try their best to involve Chen Tianxuan and buy time for the killers in the city.

　　 However, these seventh-rank assassins seem to be...all killed by Luo Hong alone!

　　 As for the half-dead Zhao Donghan lying on the ground, Luo Feng still understood that most of the guards could not count on it.

　　 The entire Zhao Mansion fell into a strange silence.

　　 "Brother!"

　　 The cry of tearing the rain curtain broke this strange silence.

　　 Luo Xiaoxiao rushed into the rain.

　　 Although she hates Luo Hong's storytelling, she is always moved physically, but Luo Hong is her only relative.

　　 Niang died early, and her father mysteriously disappeared.

　　 Luo Xiaoxin’s only relative is Luo Hong.

　　Rain water instantly washed Luo Xiaoxiao into a soup chicken, tears in the girl's eyes continued to gush out, mixed with the rain, it seemed a bit pitiful and miserable.

　　 The maid's red sleeves hurriedly followed with her umbrella.

　　 Luo Hong didn't look at Wen Tianxing, but turned to look at Luo Xiaoxiao.

　　 "It's okay."

　　 "Don't cry."

　　 Luo Hong smiled and patted Luo Xiaoxiaorou's cheek.

　　 Luo Xiaoxiao looked at the hideous wounds on Luo Hong's body, crying even more sadly.

　　 Her sorrow is not only that Luo Hong saved her from being injured, but also the sadness of being betrayed.

　　 Zhao Yue is one of her few friends who can play with her, but now, she has been tricked, and she even wants to use her to kill Luo Hong.

　　 "Why are you crying? If you have a brother, it's a big deal. Brother will go back and tell you more good stories."

　　 Luo Hong smiled.

　　 "We will die for half of the world."

　　 "Then our brothers and sisters are not going to die, and they are mad at them.

　　 Luo Hong said, he burst into laughter.

　　 Luo Xiaoxiao looked at his brother who was laughing, and didn't know why, so he smiled with tears.

　　 The old man looked thoughtfully at the crazy pair of brothers and sisters.

　　 carried his hands on his back, held the hand stove under the umbrella of the child, and left Zhao Mansion.

　　……

　　 Steward Chen stood in a seat of Tsing Yi in the rainstorm.

　　 cruel and ruthless.

　　 He raised his head and looked at the raindrops falling all over the sky, dissipating the energy from his body.

　　 Let the raindrops wash on his face.

　　The huge white dragon roared the heaven and the earth, and there seemed to be thousands of sword auras on the ground like spring grass. The spears shot from thunder were fragmented, and the ice crystal arrows that melted with the heavens and the earth were also knocked off by the sword aura.

　　 Steward Chen made one third of the white hair.

　　 On his cheeks washed by the rain, his closed eyes suddenly opened.

　　 Murderous intent surged in the eyes.

　　 The palm slammed down.

　　 The bronze sword suspended all over, suddenly divided into four swords.

　　 rushed away in four directions, southeast, northwest and northwest.

　　Four swords plunged into the earth.

　　 Boom! ! !

　　 The sound like a landslide surrounds Anping County, like a huge mountain collapsed and the Tongtian Building collapsed.

After 　　, the world was quiet.

　　 Steward Chen carried his hands on his back, and a green shirt was pressed against his body under the rain.

　　 took a step forward, the ancient bronze sword galloped over and landed at his feet, a breath of breath rushed out of his body, evaporating and falling rain, the green shirt seemed to be inflated, floating continuously.

　　 is as if sitting in the sky, smiling at the sword fairy in the world.

　　 The sword pierced through the sky, like a shooting star.

　　 fell before Zhao's Mansion.

　　 coincides with a child holding an umbrella and the old man walking slowly.

　　 Steward Chen carried a rag, entwining the ancient bronze sword bit by bit, and looked at the old man calmly.

　　 "General Luo, gave birth to a good son."

　　 The old man said: "This is not a good thing."

　　 Steward Chen took care of himself and rolled his sword.

　　 "Unfortunately, I came to protect him this time." The old man shook his head and smiled, letting the little boy go forward holding the umbrella and pass by the housekeeper Chen.

　　 Steward Chen rolled up the sword, turned his back to the old man, and carried the ancient sword on his back.

　　 "So, next time... is to kill my son?"

　　 Steward Chen said lightly.

　　 The words fall, the world is silent.

for a long time.

　　 The voice of the old man is floating.

　　 "It depends on the Luo family."

　　 A child held an umbrella, and a child supported the old man, his figure gradually disappeared into the rain.

　　……

　　 Outside Anping County.

　　 A group of black shadows broke through the torrential rain and swept across quickly, seeming to probe the result of the terrifying battle.

　　 Dongfang Huangni Slope.

　　 An old clay figure maintained the posture of pouring wine, and a sword pierced the throat of the gourd and the old road, nailing it to the ground.

　　 North, open and flat.

　　 A shawl in sheepskin fur kept a bow with one foot and a hand-drawn posture. The rain dripped down the end of the delicate long bow.

　　 And a sword came out through the heart and pierced the ground, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com pulled out a riverbed.

　　West.

　　 The burly man was cut in half along with the standing tree.

　　 In the south, in the turbulent currents, some people were walking on the waves and saw a lone boat up and down.

　　 On the solitary boat, a sword crucified an evil repairer who was wrapped in a black robe.

　　 Everyone took a breath, four second-grade masters...

　　 are all nailed to death by a sword!

　　 Everyone looked at Anping County with more and more fear.

　　 Tsing Yi sword.

　　 can block the army.

　　……

　　 Steward Chen carried the ancient sword and stepped into the Zhao Mansion.

　　 The torrential rain that raged all night seemed to have finally begun to converge, turning into a drizzle that fluttered all over the sky.

　　 When I glanced over, they were all corpses.

　　 Steward Chen looked calm, and went all the way in.

When 　　 entered the atrium, Fang saw Luo Hong and Luo Xiaoxiao who were soaked in soup.

　　 Luo Feng, Zi Wei and Fang Zheng saw the housekeeper Chen, their expressions respectful, and bowed to say hello.

　　 However, Steward Chen was so stinky and ignored them.

　　 He glanced at Zhao Donghan, who had fallen into the pool of water, and looked at Luo Hong, who was completely wounded.

　　 Butler Chen, who was a third of his head white, exhaled.

　　 It seemed as if he was many years old in an instant.

　　 Luo Xiaoxiao saw the housekeeper Chen in a green shirt, pursing his lips, feeling wronged.

　　 "Uncle Chen!"

　　 Luo Xiaoxiao ran out, hugged Steward Chen's leg, and wiped his tears.

　　 Luo Hong smiled at Steward Chen and nodded.

　　 Steward Chen touched Moluo's little head, and said gently, "Master, miss, it's all right."

　　 "Old Chen is here to take you home."

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