"But now that this Ergu disciple is so unsuccessful, I don't want to care about this anymore. Just confiscate those disciples. Han Feng said coldly.

The years are really a pig-killing knife, transforming the former fried boy into such a mature, stable and indifferent. The only thing that remains unchanged is probably his appearance, even if he dies, he is handsome.

Luo An took a step forward and said, "I hope that the seniors will not be so arbitrary, if you don't care about this matter, more people will be elected as the Holy Son and suffer." The next Holy Son has been decided, and it is a young man named Yan Zhaowei in Xungu. But he still has a beloved waiting for him, and that person is Qi Chuhan from Migu. ”

"Because of the division between the two grains, there has always been opposition between the two. Senior, they are even more bitter between them than you and Wei seniors. Who will help them now?" Luo An'an said bluntly: "You already know the feeling of losing a lover, can you bear to let these two follow in your footsteps?"

Han Feng was silent, although Luo An'an's words poked his scars, but at the same time, they also made him have great sympathy for the two of them.

Seeing this, Luo Anan couldn't help but add fire: "The younger generation only watched the memories of Wei's predecessors, and also roughly understood the original intention of Wei's predecessors to leave this secret method. This kind of secret method was originally intended to do better things, but now it is regarded as a transaction! Those holy sons in the past seem to be noble, but when you think about it, aren't they more like poor worms who have been sucked dry of blood by leeches? It's a pity that they inherited the mantle of Wei's predecessors, but in the end they ended up like this!"

"If Senior Wei knew about it, he would definitely regret it. ”

After saying this, Luo An'an stood aside and said no more. Watching Han Feng's expression loosen a little.

"What about you, what are you here for?" Han Feng suddenly pointed his words at Luo An'an: "Don't tell this seat that you are entrusted by others, this seat doesn't believe it!"

Sure enough, he is the founder of Lost Valley, and he is not so easily deceived.

However, Luo An'an was not worried, and looked directly at Han Feng: "Whether the seniors believe it or not, the juniors have no ill will towards Ergu." The juniors came here this time just to find out the news from the Holy Son. As for what the juniors just said, there is actually no purpose, it is purely that the juniors sympathize with those people. ”

"The current Holy Son Ruohua is obviously upright and beautiful, but it is like a dry oil lamp, weak as if a gust of wind can blow it away. But do the seniors know that since he became this holy son, his body has always been like this. Obviously alive but like dead, he has never been out of the main peak in his life, let alone out of the valley. The younger generation was really shocked after seeing it with their own eyes, and they didn't want to end up like this. ”

"Ahem, the younger generation has had a few encounters with him, and he is also ...... Recognize Qi Chuhan. ”

Luo An'an's eyes are clear and clear, without a trace of falsehood and weakness, and even the shadows of others can be clearly reflected in the cleanliness of others. Han Feng took a closer look at Luo An'an, with a good look, with a hint of righteousness between his eyebrows. It shouldn't be a treacherous person.

In this case, maybe this child is really kind-hearted.

"I understand, you go, this matter will be dealt with. ”

Seeing that the goal was almost achieved, Luo An'an planned to leave. As a result, before leaving, he was stopped by Han Feng again.

"Wait, have you been under a hidden curse?" Han Feng's face was a little puzzled: "Have you noticed anything wrong recently?"

Yes, yes!

Luo An'an immediately turned to look at Han Feng with a serious expression: "What kind of hidden spell?"