"I've never thought about it that way, I just want to use the hands of others to help me clean up the messy scourges that exist in the aquarium." Luo Ming lowered his eyes and said lightly, "The situation in the aquarium is now more than I want to suffer a little bit. No matter what, Luo Ying is my father. I can't fight against him blatantly and kill him quickly. Reality."
"I just want to use the power of the other four clans to help me get rid of Luo Ying and Luo Yan. As for the latter, I don't need to do anything, just take advantage of the fisherman."
"You are the one who killed the resentful spirit. The people of the other four races wanted to find an opportunity to work together to eradicate you. They would definitely come to the door because of this matter, but the ones to deal with would not be Luo Ying and Luo Yan, but You Luo Ming." Leng Xi frowned and analyzed the power in a deep voice.
"It's possible for a person who disappeared for so many years to come back suddenly, but will he kill those resentful spirits as soon as he comes back and cause trouble for himself?" Luo Ming smiled indifferently and asked back.
"It turns out that you are relying on this point, so you have no fear." Leng Xi was stunned at first, and then gradually realized Luo Ming's thoughts. I have to admit that this risky move is very good, fully grasping the misunderstandings and blind spots in other people's ideas. Thinking like this, I couldn't help but look at him again. After more than a thousand years, he seemed to have become deeper and more scheming.
"Can I see the saint now?"
"Please." Leng Xi lowered his arm, moved away from the entrance, and retreated to the side next to him. Luo Ming smiled lightly, chanted a spell in his mouth, and the light blue spiritual power transformed into a fluorescent dove, which flapped its wings and flew to the forbidden ground on the first floor of the seabed along the entrance.
After a while, there was a dazzling light from the entrance, and Leng Yetong could not help narrowing his eyes. In the halo, the outline of the woman became clearer and the light gradually spread out. The flowers are fringed, and the three thousand blue silks are only tied with a finely sculpted plum hairpin, lightly glazed. Dai's eyebrows are wide open, and her green temples are densely dyed with spring smoke, and there is an aura like Wushan's clouds and mist. The whole body exudes a faint halo, like a fairy falling from the sky.
"Mo'er, long time no see." The azure blue eyes of the saint were exactly the same as Luo Ming's. She smiled lightly and looked at him with a smile, her face exuding the brilliance of motherhood, her voice like water, and said softly.
"It's been a long time." Without much emotional fluctuations, Luo Ming replied lightly. When he saw the Saintess, his mood was different from the calm before, with the memories of two generations, he didn't know which identity he should use to face her, Luo Ming, the young master of the water tribe? Or her son Baili Liumo
"Mo'er, how are you doing?" The Holy Maiden didn't seem to care about his indifferent attitude, looked at him up and down, smiled even more, and said with a smile, "You have grown up, you have grown so tall, so handsome, It's a big difference from when I left."
"It's been more than ten years, and people will always grow." Luo Ming tilted his head slightly and said indifferently.
"Are you blaming me for leaving without saying goodbye?" The smile on the saint's face stiffened for a moment.