My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

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

Hearing Luo Hong, who sat down in the rain curtain, asked with a smile like a flower.

The old man's ravine-filled face with a smile gradually became expressionless.

"Luo Rentu's son..."

Wen Tianxing looked at Luo Hong, did not respond, but looked deeply.

This son, really only rank nine?

Why at this moment Luo Hong's smiling face gave him an inexplicable palpitation.

He felt that it was best to kill this son at this moment, otherwise... In the future, this son will definitely become the crown prince's confidant.

Vaguely, on Luo Hong's body, he saw the Luo Rentu from back then.

That ordinary big man who looked like a farmer, holding a bloody hatchet, walked back step by step from among the corpses of five thousand armored barbarians.

Luo Feng was in a daze.

Looking at the messy and dilapidated courtyard after the battle, he didn't know what to say.

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

Two seventh-rank martial arts cultivators, one seventh-rank Taoist cultivator...

Just like that, he died in Luo Hong's hands.

If it is said that Chen Tianxuan prepared for Luo Hong to deal with the three seventh ranks, then it is still in the past.

However, in fact, in Anping County, Chen Tianxuan didn't leave much behind. Luo Rentu took his children to retreat, hoping that the children would be safe and sound, and just wanted to be a mortal isolated from the rivers and lakes and temples.

Therefore, there is not much guardian force, otherwise, with the Black Armored Army under the command of Luo Rentu, who would dare to come and die?

There is only one Chen Tianxuan in the entire Anping County.

But that alone is enough.

Many second ranks did not dare to enter the city, they only dared to use their means outside the city to drag Chen Tianxuan as much as possible to buy time for the killers inside the city.

However, it seems that these rank-7 killers... were all killed by Luo Hong alone!

As for the half-dead Zhao Donghan lying on the ground, Luo Feng still understood that the guard probably had no hope.

The entire Zhao Mansion fell into an eerie silence.

"elder brother!"

The cry of tearing the rain curtain broke the eerie silence.

Luo Xiaoxiao rushed into the rain.

Although she hated Luo Hong's storytelling that always moved her physically, Luo Hong was her only relative after all.

Mother died early, and father also mysteriously disappeared.

Luo Xiaoxin's only family member is Luo Hong.

The rain instantly washed Luo Xiaoxiao into a drenched chicken, and tears kept pouring out of the girl's eyes, mixing with the rain, making her look a bit pitiful and miserable.

The maidservant Hongxiu hurriedly opened an umbrella and followed behind.

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

"It's fine."

"Don't cry."

Luo Hong smiled, and patted Luo Xiaoxiao's chubby cheek.

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

Her grief is not only the injury of Luo Hong saving her, but also the sadness of being betrayed.

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

"Why are you crying? I have a brother. At worst, I will tell you a few more nice stories when I go back."

Luo Hong laughed.

"Half the world wants our brothers and sisters to die."

"Then our brothers and sisters will not die, and we will piss them off."

As Luo Hong said that, he actually burst out laughing.

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at his brother who was laughing, and for some reason, laughed along with tears.

The old man looked at the pair of crazy siblings thoughtfully.

With his hands behind his back, under the umbrella held by the little boy, he left the Zhao residence holding the stove.

...

Steward Chen stood in the torrential rain in Tsing Yi.

callous.

He raised his head, looked at the raindrops falling all over the sky, and dissipated the energy around him.

Let the raindrops wash over his face.

The huge white flood dragon roared to the sky and the ground, and there seemed to be thousands of sword auras growing like spring grass on the flat ground. The spears that shot like thunder were shattered, and the ice crystal arrows that melted with the sky and the earth were also broken by the sword aura.

Steward Chen lost a third of his hair.

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

Murderous intent surged in his eyes.

The palm was pressed down suddenly.

The bronze sword suspended all over the body suddenly split into four swords.

Towards the four directions of southeast, northwest, and shot away at high speed.

The four swords pierced into the ground.

boom! ! !

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

After that, the world was quiet.

Steward Chen put his hands behind his back, and a green shirt was clung to his body under the rain.

Taking a step forward, the ancient bronze sword flew towards him and landed at his feet. A puff of air rushed out of his body, and the rain evaporated. The green shirt seemed to be puffed up and fluttered continuously.

Chic and unrestrained, like a sword fairy sitting in the sky and looking at the world with a smile.

Yujian pierced through the sky like a shooting star.

It fell before the Zhao Mansion.

It happened that the child was holding an umbrella and the old man was walking slowly.

Chen Butler was carrying a rag, winding the ancient bronze sword bit by bit, and looked at the old man calmly.

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

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

Butler Chen curled his sword by himself.

"Unfortunately, I'm here to protect him this time." The old man shook his head, smiled, let the boy walk forward with an umbrella, and passed Butler 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 young master?"

Butler Chen said lightly.

The words fell, and the world was silent.

for a long time.

The old man's voice drifted over.

"It depends on the Luo family."

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

...

Outside Anping County.

One after another black shadows broke through the torrential rain and swept across at high speed, as if they were probing the outcome of that terrifying battle.

Oriental yellow mud slope.

A clay figurine of the old man maintained a posture of pouring wine, while a sword pierced the gourd and the old man's throat, nailing him to the ground.

North, open flat land.

A barbarian in sheepskin fur kept his bow on one foot and the string on the other hand, and the rain dripped down the end of that delicate long bow.

And a sword came out through the body along the heart, pierced the ground, and tore out a river bed.

The west.

The burly man and the standing tree were split in half.

In the south, in the turbulent current, someone was walking on the waves, and saw a lone boat heaving up and down.

On the lone boat, a sword nailed to death an evil cultivator wrapped in a black robe.

Everyone gasped, the four second-rank masters...

They were all nailed to death with one sword!

Everyone looked at Anping County with more apprehension.

Tsing Yi strikes a sword.

Can stop all armies.

...

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

The torrential rain that had been raging all night seemed to have finally begun to subside, turning into a drizzle that filled the sky.

Everywhere you look, there are corpses.

Steward Chen looked calm and went all the way in.

Entering the atrium, Fang saw Luo Hong and Luo Xiaoxiao who were drenched in water.

Luo Feng, Zi Wei and Fang Zheng saw Steward Chen with respectful faces and bowed to say hello.

However, Steward Chen had a stinky face and ignored them.

He glanced at Zhao Donghan, who was lying in the water, not knowing whether he was dying or not, and then at Luo Hong, who was covered in injuries.

Butler Chen, who had turned a third of his head white, let out a sigh of relief.

It seemed as if he had aged many years in an instant.

When Luo Xiaoxiao saw Steward Chen in a green shirt, she pursed her lips, feeling aggrieved.

"Uncle Chen!"

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

Luo Hong smiled at Steward Chen and nodded.

Steward Chen patted Luo Xiaoxiao's head, and said gently, "Master, miss, it's all right."

"Old Chen is here to take you home."

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