Although he was followed, Zhimo still threw the person off and returned to the inn. He thought that this should be the end of the matter.

After resting at the inn for a few hours, in the evening, Zhimo packed his bags and set off.

The evening breeze is slightly cool, taking away the sultry air of early autumn, which looks refreshing and pleasant.

Xiaoshu followed Zhimo out of the city, and the two were not far from the city, and they met a person head-on.

The man was extremely handsome, with a delicate face like a fairy child, a gorgeous robe full of luxury, a bun tied with jade embroidered gold ribbons, a ring around his waist, and a long sword more than half as high as he was on his back.

The two sides looked at each other for a long time, and no one moved.

Yes, this person is none other than the boy who robbed them before.

"Robbing again?" After a while, Zhimo asked in a flat tone, his attitude seemed to be careless, his hand moved slightly, and a sword and a sword had been started.

"Not really! Master is not a robber! The young man's face changed slightly, and his tone was not very good. He is the young master of the Luo family, how can he be such an invisible thing!

I snorted coldly in my heart, completely forgetting that I had robbed my house before.

Zhimo's eyes paused slightly, and his gaze wandered over him for a moment. Although he looks like a dog now, he was indeed a robber before...... I'm afraid this man is sick in the brain!

Seeing Zhimo's eyes, the master couldn't help but be annoyed: "What kind of eyes are you!" Master, that is also a last resort! You'd better forget all the things you saw before, otherwise, the master won't let you go! ”

The tone was vicious, the expression was annoyed, and the eyes were a little fierce...... But there was still no threat.

Xiaoshu felt that he seemed to see a fried little milk cat, and when he was angry, he showed his little teeth and claws, and roared at the people...... It's this sense of déjà vu.

"Really like a little milk kitten!" Xiaoshu thought so, and thought it was funny, so he told Zhimo to listen.

"Hmm." Zhimo nodded slightly.

He also discovered that this young man seemed to be an arrogant, arrogant, and invincible young master of a family, which sounded very oppressive, but in fact, he was just a stubble, stupid hairy boy.

Seeing Zhimo nodding, he thought he had listened to his words, and couldn't help but raise his chin slightly, his expression was very angry.

"Look in the direction you're taking, you're going to Thousand Machines City to participate in the Dao Conference, right?"

seemed to remember something, and the young man's expression was a little arrogant, "Tell you, the status of the master in the Luo family is not low, follow the master all the way, how about leaving a good position for you when the master arrives?" ”

"What's your name?" Zhimo originally wanted to refuse, but he suddenly remembered something and couldn't help asking.

"Little Master Luo Qingyun." The young man didn't expect him to suddenly ask such a question, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed slightly, and he hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Are you really the young master of the Luo family?" Zhimo narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully looking at the young man's expression, a proud person like him must not disdain to lie, besides, he is still a child.

"Of course!" Luo Qingyun snorted and glared at Zhimo again, this person didn't believe him!

"Luo Mingxiao."

Zhimo suddenly called a sentence, looked at Luo Qingyun with a flat look, paused, and continued: "Qingyun, it's your word." ”