My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

The rain is getting heavier.

It was as if the god roared, roaring the whole world.

Zhao Mansion, atrium.

The crooked blood became little snakes scurrying around one after another.

Zhao Donghan stood up from the ground, with an irresistible murderous intent on his burly body.

He raised his foot and stomped it down, and the head of the eighth-rank iron bone martial artist who was pressed by him in the stagnant water was crushed, like a stuffy ball being crushed.

The white ones and the red ones scattered in all directions under the washing of the rain.

Zhao Donghan, a strong man who got up from the pile of corpses on the battlefield, didn't change his expression, he just spat and cursed disdainfully.

far away.

Luo Hong was dressed in white, and the blood on the sword had already been washed clean.

Zhao Yue's body fell to the ground, his head rolled down in the distance, his eyes were open, full of unwillingness and resentment.

She used to think that she knew Luo Hong very well, the elegant and easy-going Luo Hong would not kill her, and those who died in Luo Hong's hands were those picky bad guys, evil spirits.

This is also the reason why she dared to scheme against Luo Hong.

However, she was wrong. Before she died, she realized that the man she had cared about all her life... She didn't understand at all.

Unfortunately, she no longer has the chance to understand.

Thirty killers in night clothes were all dead.

Zhao Donghan, who swallowed the violent blood pill, was like a beast out of the cage, extremely fierce. His skin was hot like a branding iron, steaming in the rain.

He stared at Luo Hong, feeling that the son had really changed.

The young master can actually destroy flowers with his hands, thinking that the young master's sword is only swung at evil spirits.

Young master, what do you do next?

Zhao Donghan asked in a low voice, overshadowing Yuluo's voice.

Luo Hong stood in the rain, with the point of his sword on the ground, his hands folded on the hilt, looking at the brightly lit Zhao Mansion.

What next?

Luo Hong leaned on his sword, and slowly raised his chin, the water flowing from the rainwater slid down his smooth chin, and the corners of his mouth were raised, showing a slight arc of excitement.

Destroy all doors.

Is it sinful enough?

...

The main hall of the Zhao Mansion.

The toasts are staggered, and the aroma of wine is pervasive.

The heads of the Zhao family, Wang family, and Zhou family were all waiting for Luo Hong's head to be delivered.

They are merchants, and although they can't be said to cover the sky with one hand in Anping County, they have actually done a lot of murderous things.

In their view, with the martial arts forces brought by Yan Xiao from the capital city, it would not be easy to besiege and kill Luo Hong.

Although Luo Hong destroyed a Heiyun village, the three masters all knew some of the details inside, and that Heiyun village was actually destroyed by evil spirits using sorcery.

That Young Master Luohong just killed an exhausted evil spirit.

Therefore, they have self-confidence.

Besides, monks are also divided into ranks. Luo Hong is only a rank nine, and those martial artists who are besieged are all rank nine, and there are even rank eight leaders.

Ninety-five percent.

Suddenly.

The servant outside the door rushed in in panic and bumped into the table and chairs. The wet servant's eyes were full of panic.

The Patriarch of the Zhao family rubbed the emerald finger on his thumb, frowned, and shouted angrily: What are you doing?!

Master...Master...It's not good!

A servant is like a drowned rat, but at the moment he is devastated.

Everything that happened in the courtyard of the Zhao Mansion shocked the mind of this servant, made his hair stand on end, and made him unbelievable.

speak politely.

The head of the Wang family also stared and shouted.

On the other hand, the three salt owls from the capital at the wine table were very calm.

Master, then Luo Hong and the guards killed all our ambush people, miss... Miss was also beheaded!

said the servant, almost crying.

The Patriarch of the Zhao family trembled all over,

Suddenly, I felt a cold air rising from the soles of my feet.

how is this possible?!

There are so many martial arts, and there are eighth-rank martial arts...how could they be killed?!

The head of the Zhao family couldn't believe it, and almost shouted like a roar.

Zhao Yue died, his daughter died...

However, he didn't have time to be sad, because after Luo Hong killed those people, what else would he do?

You don't need to think about it, you must continue to kill.

Even the martial arts guards couldn't stop Luo Hong, so they... might be in danger.

For a moment, the atmosphere on the wine table was extremely cold.

Just now, the heads of the Wang family and the Zhou family who were discussing Luo Hong's death soon lost their grip on the wine glasses, and they fell, and the wine dripped all over the table.

The head of the Zhao family even slumped on a chair.

The three Patriarchs seemed to have overturned the five-flavored bottle in their hearts. They...underestimated Luo Hong's ruthlessness and strength.

Patriarch Zhao...I think there is still something going on in the mansion.

The Patriarch of the Wang family stood up, with an ugly face, and said.

The head of the Zhou family also got up silently.

Difficulty is imminent, fly separately.

They planned to escape through the back door.

At the wine table, the three salt lords who often came saw this scene and couldn't help laughing.

suddenly.

There were clear footsteps resounding.

In the torrential rain, the footsteps became extremely clear.

The Zhao family is so enthusiastic about this young master, don't be in a hurry... This young master is here to ask for a glass of wine.

Outside the main hall.

Luo Hong's faint laughter drifted over.

Two figures, one tall and one short, broke through the rain and appeared in front of everyone.

Patriarch Zhao's face was terrified, Patriarch Zhou and Patriarch Wang turned their heads and left.

Luo Hong glanced at the Patriarchs of the Zhou family and the Wang family, and the corners of his mouth curled up into an ever-higher arc.

The head of the Zhao family didn't run away, his home is here, where can he go?

Luo Hong! You are cruel and merciless, and Yue'er's heart is attached to you, yet you have the heart to kill Yue'er!

The head of the Zhao family shouted.

Luo Hong flicked the sword, shaking off the water stained on the sword.

Um?

Kill it, kill it...Are you angry?

Luo Hong raised his chin, looked at the Patriarch of the Zhao family, and said.

The head of the Zhao family froze for a moment.

This... seems to be different from the righteous Luo Hong he knew.

It's right to be angry, so I'm guilty enough, isn't it?

Old Zhao, remember, Mie Man Sect.

Luo Hong chuckled, and tapped the tip of his sword on the ground.

Where's the guard?! Kill me!

Destroy all doors?

How dare he, Luo Hong? !

Patriarch Zhao narrowed his eyes and roared sharply.

Outside the main hall, the servants of the Zhao family who had been waiting for a long time, the guards rushed to kill them one after another, swiping their bright white blades, and slashed at the wet Zhao Donghan and Luo Hong.

Luo Hong pulled a chair and sat down on his own, leaning on his sword.

Zhao Donghan's Qi and blood filled the lake like a mountain torrent.

Kill a guard and servant with one punch.

Even a ninth-rank copper-skinned martial artist can't stand it in front of Zhao Donghan, who is now compared to a seventh-rank violent blood martial artist, let alone these ordinary people.

The smell of blood filled the main hall in an instant.

Patriarch Zhao looked at the ferocious Zhao Donghan, his face was pale, and he glanced at the Yan Xiao in the capital who was still calm and drinking on his own, with a secret hatred in his heart.

He looked at Luo Hong with a commercial smile on his face.

Nephew Luo Xian...

However, the words just came out.

Luo Hong, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly threw out the sword leaning on the ground.

The sword burst out like a javelin.

Under Patriarch Zhao's unbelievable gaze, his head was pierced instantly, and the huge force drove his body, nailing him to the wall.

Nephew...is it also your name?

Luo Hong said lightly.

The sound echoed in the main hall, which smelled extremely bloody, like thunder on the ground.

And all the guards and servants of the Zhao residence were all beaten to death by Zhao Donghan's iron fists.

In the main hall, corpses were scattered all over, bloody and thick, only three salt lords remained.

Zhao Donghan stood behind Luo Hong with a murderous look.

The scar on his face squirmed, staring at the three salt owls with a bit of vigilance.

clap clap...

The three salt owls put down their wine glasses and applauded.

As expected of being the son of General Tu Luo from Saibei...

Unfortunately, I was born at an untimely time.

Luo Hong was startled.

General Luo's son?

What the hell?

These guys... misunderstood the person?

He, Luo Hong, was just an ordinary son of a landlord.

Luo Hong took out the human skin booklet and held the charcoal pencil.

After thinking about it, he looked at Yan Xiao in the middle.

So...you want to kill me too?

Luo Hong raised his chin and said.

I don't kill the unknown, what's your last name?

Yan Xiao in the middle was taken aback for a moment, and shook his head speechlessly the next moment.

Raising his hand and making a gesture, the two salt owls beside him immediately stood up.

Like a beast breaking its bundle, the suppressed breath gradually exploded.

The berserk aura of the seventh-rank violent blood martial artist vented out like a mountain torrent, setting off a storm of energy and blood, making the entire main hall seem to be baptized by a hurricane.