When they returned to the Luo family the next night, they shocked everyone in the Luo family.
"You guys found out the truth so quickly?" Luo Jialiang asked in disbelief.
But when his eyes fell on Luo Youhong's face and the wound on his arm, he frowned again.
"Are the others seriously injured?" he continued to ask.
"They're all dead!" Luo Zhaoxuan said lightly.
Then he took Luo Liyan's hand, let her sit on the sofa, walked to the kitchen by himself, and heated milk for her.
At this point, she should go to sleep.
Otherwise it will be bad for your health.
Luo Jialiang couldn't sit still, and hurriedly followed.
"They're all dead! What does it mean that they're all dead? Why are they all dead?!" He was a little confused.
All the aristocratic families sent out the most outstanding young generation, and they all died, but the Luo family even had their daughter who had no cultivation level come back safely.
What should those families think.
"The cultivation level is not good, the demon cultivator who died a thousand years ago and was sealed, and..." Luo Zhaoxuan paused, turned around, and looked at Luo Jialiang coldly, "The two Westerners who were abandoned by you The hand of the magician."
"What do you mean?" Luo Jialiang was stunned for a moment, completely unable to understand the meaning of his words.
After all, he is not yet the patriarch.
This secret was passed on by word of mouth when the patriarch changed his successor.
"So those three things were released by you?!" Patriarch Luo suddenly appeared at the door.
"Dead!" Luo Zhaoxuan said casually.
Chief Luo breathed a sigh of relief.
This is related to the face of all their Xinglin family, and it cannot be passed on even if they are killed.
But then the brows furrowed deeply again.
He looked up and down suspiciously at Luo Zhaoxuan.
"How did you do it?"
Back then, the entire Xinglin Family's ability was exhausted, and it was only to seal that Demon Cultivator.
But now...
"That's how he was beaten to death!" Luo Zhaoxuan glanced at him, and then took out the warmed milk.
Chief Luo and Luo Jialiang quickly followed.
Seeing that those two people seemed to want to ask something, Luo Zhaoxuan raised his eyebrows coldly.
"Why, you still want me to demonstrate how to beat it to death? Yes, let's try!"
As he spoke, he turned his wrist, and the golden sword immediately came out of his hand.
Ling Lie's killing intent startled the two of them.
They shook their heads immediately, but then they frowned again.
"Then since you were able to destroy that thing, why did you let all the members of the Xinglin family die, and now only our Luo family has come back intact, how do we explain it?" Luo Jialiang thought of those people's pressing questions In an instant, I felt that my head was bursting with pain.
"Father means that the three of us should come back with missing arms and legs, or should one or two of us die and be confessed to those members of the Xinglin family?" Luo Liyan asked coldly.
Patriarch Luo and Luo Jialiang were stunned for a moment, and wanted to reprimand her for talking nonsense.
But when he saw the soft and cute Luo Liyan holding the milk cup obediently, he silently swallowed back the words in his heart.
Although they don't want anything to happen to the Luo family's children.
But they were so leisurely, as if they had gone out for a stroll, and they couldn't stand it anymore.
If you want to pretend to be bitter or sell it badly, you won't do it.