"What we mean is, at least you protected them!" Luo Jialiang sighed sadly.
"Protect what?!" Luo Youhong spread out on the sofa, and then put his legs on the coffee table, "Their bastards, watching my brother and that evil cultivator fight hard, are all scared I ran away. If I hadn't insisted, the members of our Luo family would die together, now you can really explain to those Xinglin family!"
"What? You said they ran away?!" Patriarch Luo still had a troubled expression on his face, and suddenly became furious.
We are all members of the cultivation world, how can we be so greedy for life and afraid of death.
"Which one of them...isn't it possible to see the video of the last ten seconds before death? Let them release it!" Luo Youhong still shouted arrogantly.
Anyway, the last dozen or so seconds were the images of the few of them walking on the road and being swallowed up by the black mist, so he wasn't afraid.
"Your grandfather and I will deal with this matter, you don't have to worry about it!" Luo Jialiang said in a deep voice.
Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he looked at the three of them.
"How did you find out about the medicine farmers on the holy mountain?!"
The three of you made a mistake and told me about the fact that the Luo family wanted to seize the house. The head of the Luo family and Luo Jialiang looked at each other.
Although they knew it was wrong, they still secretly rejoiced that all those members of the Xinglin family were dead.
Otherwise, their Luo family would not want to raise their heads in the realm of comprehension in the future.
After telling the three of them to have a good rest, Patriarch Luo and Luo Jialiang were about to leave when Luo Zhaoxuan's voice rang out coldly.
"You guys will have a family meeting in the future. Be careful. This time, all the young elites of the family will be sent there. It's clearly a trap. Presumably there are already people who have been taken away."
"good!"
Patriarch Luo and Luo Jialiang were almost moved to tears.
They always thought that this Luo Zhaoxuan was a cold sore, but they didn't expect that he would be worried about their safety.
Luo Zhaoxuan was too lazy to look at them again, so he took Luo Liyan and sent her back to the room.
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When Luo Liyan washed herself clean and came out of the bathroom, she saw Luo Zhaoxuan who rarely appeared in her room, sitting lazily on her bed.
He was still holding the manga he had just bought not long ago, and was reading it with relish.
"Brother!" Luo Liyan called out a little shyly.
He stretched out his hand and wanted to get back his comics.
But Luo Zhaoxuan directly closed the manga, and then looked at his little dumpling with a meaningful smile.
"Are you interested in these things?" There was a scorching light in his slightly narrowed eyes, as if he wanted to roast Luo Liyan.
Luo Liyan swallowed in fright.
"No! No! It's just the plot that promotes the development of the plot. I just flipped through it at will."
"Really?" Luo Zhaoxuan raised his ending voice slightly, showing the blood on Luo Liyan's face, "But, you flipped through those pages a lot, and some places were even scratched, so it doesn't look like that. It’s just a random look.”
His unrelenting words froze the flattering smile on Luo Liyan's face.
She silently turned her head to look at the bathroom where the lights were still on.
I feel that I still have the strength to go back and take a bath.