Who else could you be?

The senior brother rolled his eyes impatiently, and tried to make his little junior sister say "You are a scumbag" and send this guy who wanted to abduct and sell his little junior sister away. Before he could do anything, he was stopped by Yun Fei on the side.

Luo Chen looked at the uncle in front of him, who had always claimed to be a clear stream in the cultivation world, and looked at the hero and heroine in this picture with an excited face.

Luo Chen: ......

Uncle Shi, do you remember who you are? Where did the righteous person who was indignant and scolded this scumbag go before?

Luo Chen looked at Yun Fei, who was not standing in a trench with him, with a hurt face.

So, justice and camaraderie will disappear, right?

The scene on their side didn't affect the two people on the other side in the slightest.

There was a burst of worry on Zhuo Rong's handsome face, which was a gaffe they had never seen.

Yun Fei's joking face flashed with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.

In this way, Zhuo Rong still cares a lot about Luo Yunmo's little girl.

Then in the first place, why did this happen.

Thinking about the funeral that Luo Shan held for Luo Yunmo, the man who didn't appear at all. At that time, he was busy scolding the bastards of the Sword Sect and attacking the Sword Sect, and the matter about this young master of the Zhuo family was also something that Luo Chen and his juniors cared about later.

But this did not prevent Mr. Yunfei from thinking that this kid was not a thing.

The fiancée is gone, I don't know how to come to the door, and I don't see any measures for the Sword Sect.

At the time, I was just angry about this. But now that I think about it, I feel that something is wrong.

The man in white's eyes narrowed slightly.

Could it be that this Zhuo Rong knows something and is deliberately hiding it.

Yun Fei's suspicion was naturally unspoken. Just sit on the sidelines and look at them lightly.

Mingyue looked at Luo Yunmo's crying, and her heart suddenly pinched.

But these two people were there, like he couldn't fit into.

His eyes were lowered, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Zhuo Rong reached out and grabbed the woman's hand on her knee. Hold it tightly.

It's not as cold as it is this season. The smile on the corner of Zhuo Rong's mouth was warm, as if he was coaxing her.

"It's okay, Mosa. ”

Zhuo Rong's voice was hoarse, as if he was hiding a lot of emotions.

The white hand was held in her hand, rubbing it gently, as if she wanted to warm her hand.

"It's getting warmer, it's not going to be cold anymore. ”

Zhuo Rong's voice came, and the woman originally raised her head, but when she heard this, she lowered her head and looked at him. There was no wave in his eyes, although tears were still hanging on his cheeks.

Zhuo Rong's white fingers wiped away the string of tears.

"The end. ”

He shouted in a low voice.

Luo Yunmo didn't react, just stared at him like that. Zhuo Rong smiled, "Don't cry, okay?"

If there's anything, you tell him, don't cry, okay?

Even in the face of Qianfu's accusations, when the army was pressing, he was calm and unhurried, but Luo Yunmo's cry almost disturbed his heart.

I can't remember any plans anymore, I just want to hold her in my arms.

Luo Chen watched Zhuo Rong patiently coaxing the little junior sister on the side, and he was afraid of saying something that would make the little junior sister unhappy, so he looked cautious. I couldn't help but be silent.

The little sister has been gone for so many years. When the life light went out, everyone thought she was dead.

Zhuo Rong chose to stay behind closed doors and not come to her funeral.

The people of Luoshan are not used to seeing and are hostile to the Zhuo family, which is also the reason.

Now that the little junior sister is back, this is the case again. Before, he was just a little emotional fluctuating and responding to Mingyue.

Now it is obvious that Zhuo Rong can also let her respond slowly.

Luo Chen was a little hesitant, he didn't know whether to continue such a thing. They don't know what the little sister has experienced.

Zhuo Rong can let her slowly open her heart, but if she comes to her senses.

Will there be any mustard for these?

Luo Chen didn't know what Zhuo Rong was thinking about now. But if he pulls the little junior sister out of the abyss, he will do those things that make her sad.

At that time, what will the junior sister do?

A hint of coldness flashed in Luo Chen's eyes.

If that time really comes, the man will be dealt with first. Then let the little sister be happy by their side.

What a marriage contract, what a fiancé, go to death!

Luo Chen was full of vigor and thought about how to sharpen his knife against this man who might lose his junior sister.

The two men on this side looked at each other.

Luo Yunmo just said a word, which made Zhuo Rong happy.

Now he just hopes that the little girl can get better slowly.

In a small courtyard, Luo Chen, Yun Fei and Mingyue sat opposite each other, and Zhuo Rong was "pestering" Luo Yunmo on the side.

At this time, the woman's eyebrows

The eyes are no longer the backwater appearance they used to be.

Slowly it became angry.

Yun Fei was on the side, and couldn't help but sigh, true love, phew, the charm of friends.

Yunfei doesn't want to say anything about true love or not. Just look at the popularity of this Zhuo Rong in Luoshan, it is really, that is, compared to the night Qing of the Royal Beast Garden, it is still on par, and even a little overwhelming.

Yeqing is because he has caused too much debt, and the wind comments, cough, are a little subtle.

But compared to Zhuo Rong, it is still worse.

Zhuo Rong has been at the top of the list of scumbags in Luoshan for more than ten years. Ye Qingxi ranked second.

It can be seen that these years are really not very friendly to scumbags. Yunfei didn't know what was wrong with this, but Zhuo Rong had hardly been to Luoshan for many years.

Luo Shan naturally didn't have the opportunity to communicate with him more.

Over the years, Luo Shan has not paid much attention to anything in the cultivation realm, out of a state of semi-seclusion and closed the mountain.

After receiving a new batch of disciples that year, there was no major opening of the mountain gate.

Yun Fei took a closer look and felt that if Zhuo Rong wanted to follow him back to Luoshan, he would definitely be turned away.

Although it was not spoken. But Zhuo Rong really had this idea.

He looked at the woman in front of him, thinking about not being separated from her again. Heart

was already planning whether to go back to Luoshan with her.

In the spacious hall, it is magnificent.

A cold, handsome man knelt there. Looking at the countless tablets in front of me. There is also curling smoke, like a pair of beautiful and gentle hands constantly surrounding this empty place.

In the middle of the night, it was all dark, only a few oil lamps in front of the desk.

The cold air came in like a ghost of spiritual power that couldn't find its track. Through the heavy gates. Got into the human body. After leaving an indelible wound on people, it is quietly gone.

The man knelt there with a cold face. I don't seem to feel the breath here.

In the end, he just snorted: "Get out!"

That cold drink had his own spiritual power in it. It's like a stone that has broken the level of a lake and thrown it down.

The originally quiet atmosphere in the main hall suddenly became strange. The oil lamp flickered restlessly.

In the shadows of the shadows, it looks particularly weird. Countless shadows were shaking. There was also a sound of a clumper.

The man who was cold as if he was about to freeze people glanced coldly. Spiritual power surged directly in one direction from all directions.

Unbridled.

Suddenly, there was a strong smell and a bell ranging.

The man who was so cold that he could freeze to death still knelt there, not even a glance in that direction.

Suddenly, the fragrance that had been in the air seemed to stagnate for a moment, and then turned into a more intense flavor.

It's like an aroma bomb exploded in this place.

Men are as uncertain as the wind

But if you smell it carefully, you will find that the fragrance can be demagogic.

A vague aura slowly wrapped around the man's side. It seems to be an amorous woman, with a red gauze skirt and a pair of jade arms around the man's neck.

The red lips gasped in the man's ear, the corners of his mouth were fragrant, and he exhaled gloomily.

It seemed to tempt the man's heart to move, and then he would go to the clouds and rain with her.

There was a slight hot breath on his neck, and the man knelt there without moving. It's like he doesn't feel like he's around.

The aura slowly surrounded the man. At first, he only dared to approach his back, but then slowly a pair of white and tender hands reached forward, as if they wanted to touch the man's face.

In this almost confused mood, before the woman's hand could touch the man's face, a hand directly strangled her wrist.

The woman exclaimed, revealing her true form. The whole person was taken by the man's hand again.

did not fall into the arms of the man, but directly fell to the ground.

The woman's face was covered with thick makeup, and her eyes showed sarcasm.

The man looked at the woman lying on the ground, as if he didn't react to her revealing appearance. Just a faint glance.

He turned his head away from her, and looked at her no more.

The corner of the red gauze woman's mouth raised a smile, as if mocking and unwilling.

She looked at the man kneeling there. His eyes were full of disdain.

The delicate voice echoed in the empty hall, but with a thick sense of irony.

"Why is the senior disciple of the Sword Sect so uninteresting. Do you still think that you are some kind of decent person?"

The woman looked at the man with a defiant look in her eyes. While casually getting up from the ground, he said such things coldly.

The man kneeling on the ground had his eyes half-closed, but his breath was still strong.

After the woman's sarcastic words were finished, the man still didn't react.

I spit a few words in my heart.

It's just that he thinks he is still righteous, but in fact, he has long been a person who is mired in the quagmire like them, and his roots are rotten.

She's also no longer ready to do anything. People don't like it anyway. What to do with it. Fun and leisure.

The woman left, and as she walked, the sound of the door closing the door of the hall was really incomparably clear in the silent night.

(End of chapter)

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