That Fu Wenhao was hurt by him, and he didn't know if he was in this world, but he still cared so much.
"A damned person!" The hostility on Shangguan Zizhuo's body intensified.
"It's okay, then wait until I hear what he wants to say. If it is useful, it will be for the sake of his contribution to providing clues, so that he has only half life left. If it is useless, then just let him stay where he should be." Just stay where you are!" Luo Liyan shrugged nonchalantly.
Then he raised his head and looked expectantly at the man who was holding him.
Shangguanzi's feather fan-like eyelashes trembled twice before he nodded.
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When the two of them walked into the wing room that had been reserved earlier, the man sitting at the Eight Immortals table suddenly raised his head.
He seemed a little surprised.
It seemed that he thought that Luo Liyan would come alone, but he didn't expect that there would be another Shangguan Zizhuo.
But the astonishment was only momentary.
He quickly came back to his senses, then looked at Luo Liyan with a smile.
But when his eyes fell on her face, he was in a trance for a moment.
Then became obsessed uncontrollably.
The hostility from Shangguan Zizhuo's body instantly radiated, and the man sensed the danger, and he immediately came back to his senses.
Then he smiled at them a little apologetically.
"Like! You and your mother were carved out of the same mold." The man sighed with nostalgia, "It was the same scene when I first saw your mother. She was made by your father, me friend, bring me in."
"So, you fell in love with my mother at every glance?" Luo Liyan asked with raised eyebrows.
The man froze for a moment, but then laughed lightly at himself.
"Yes! I didn't expect you to see it!"
With your stark gaze, I think it's hard to pretend that you don't know anything.
"So you and my father are good friends?" Luo Liyan continued to ask.
"That's right! A good friend who has been acquainted with each other for eight obeisances!" The man sighed a long time.
Only then did she realize that Luo Liyan and Shangguan Zizhuo were still standing.
He hurriedly made a gesture of invitation to them.
"Back then your mother was the most beautiful woman in the Jianghu, and your father was our decent martial arts genius. If he hadn't been murdered early, I'm afraid it won't be the devil's turn to be so arrogant now!" The man said, glaring at Shangguan Zi washes a glance.
But Shangguan Ziyan didn't even bother to look at him, propped his head on one hand, rested his elbow on the Eight Immortals table, and looked at Luo Liyan quietly.
"But my niece, didn't you hear what everyone said? A whole hundred members of your Luo family, from the master to the servants, all died at the hands of the Demon Cult." He Xuyao asked with a bit of resentment.
"Stop it, don't call me a niece! They say that people go out for tea. I have been in Luoxia Villa for so many years, but I have never seen you come to see me. Let them send me to the Demon Cult as a spy. I think Just because of this, you can't let my father and your eighth friend!" Luo Liyan laughed coldly.
He Xuyao's elder attitude broke down in an instant, and after a flash of ferocity, he quickly changed into that upright look again.
"Okay, it's my fault for your father, I'm not worthy to be called your uncle! But you were raised by the martial arts decently since childhood, and you bear the hatred of destroying the demon sect, but now you are mixed with the head of the demon sect, how can you do that?" Didn't it ruin the century-old reputation of the Luo family?" He asked with a sad face.