County government.

Luo Feng stood holding a knife, his red cloak fluttering in the oppressive wind.

His eyes were serious.

A big shot from Beijing made no noise after entering Luo Huayuan. He thought that this big shot would come to deal with Luo Mansion.

But I didn't expect that I didn't do anything. I just sat in the rocking chair and admired the banana trees outside the window every day.

The increasing number of unfamiliar faces in Anping County is not an illusion.

There were many martial arts cultivators, Taoist cultivators and other practitioners hidden among them, making Luo Feng feel the pressure of the coming rain.

Of course, because the senior from Luofu is in charge of Anping County, high-quality monks dare not enter, but... outside Anping County, the mountains in the southeast and northwest burst out with powerful energy from time to time.

Luo Bian's expression was gloomy, and he let out a long sigh.

The appearance of these powerful men is all for the Luo family brothers and sisters.

All for the sake of killing the brother and sister.

Luo Feng actually felt a bit sad, because from the brief contact, Luo Feng understood that Luo Hong and Luo Xiaoxiao may not know their own life experiences at all.

General Luo wanted the siblings to live a peaceful life as mortals.

But he never thought that he would end up in trouble because of King Zhenbei.

Now, the whole world wants to take the lives of this brother and sister, because only in this way can General Luo go crazy and the conflicts between General Luo and King Zhenbei, as well as King Zhenbei and the prince, completely explode.

"You obviously don't know anything, but you got involved in such a dispute."

"As a government official, how can it be so easy to ask for a peaceful life?"

"Poor, sad, deplorable."

Luo Feng shook his head.

Zi Wei and Fang Zheng stood quietly behind him, their expressions showing no emotion.

"Tonight, cheer up and go immediately if there is any movement."

"If you can save it, please save it."

Luo Fengdao.

…

Zhao Mansion.

The murderous intent was like raindrops from the sky, falling to the ground, splashing and falling into pieces.

Like a roaring tsunami, it's suffocating.

But the cold murderous intention made people feel even colder all over.

Luo Hong stopped, and the white shirt on his body suddenly fluttered in the wind. The rain falling from the sky, hitting the white shirt, could not suppress the wanton flying.

Zhao Donghan's back suddenly bulged, and his eyebrows were raised. He was extremely sensitive to murderous intent, and he sensed the murderous intent surrounding him in an instant.

The energy and blood in his body were no longer suppressed. The aura of the eighth-grade Iron Bone Realm martial artist was like the waves of a rising tide, spreading crazily in all directions. The raindrops falling from the sky were slightly stagnated by the impact of his aura.

“How dare you!!!”

Zhao Donghan roared like a tiger!

It was like a huge explosion when a huge boulder was thrown into a calm lake.

Blah blah blah!

The rain started to fall continuously, and it fell in torrents in an instant.

The big raindrops hit the ground, as if the heaven and earth were covered with a light gauze as white as fish belly.

Zhao Yue held an oil-paper flower umbrella, and the rainwater flowing down the umbrella's eaves seemed to turn into the gauze of the bamboo hat, blurring her vision, but Zhao Yue saw it clearly.

I could clearly see the figure in white standing in the rain.

Even if the sky is full of wind and rain, he is still as plump as jade.

There was a nostalgic smile on her lips.

In heavy rain.

Luo Hong stood quietly. He did not expect that such murderous intent would break out in the Zhao Mansion.

As soon as he stepped into the mansion, he couldn't wait to kill him.

Why? What is Zhao Mansion’s motive?

He could feel the breath of Qi and blood, which was coming from martial cultivators one after another, all of whom were ninth-grade bronze-skin realm martial cultivators.

Can the Zhao Mansion gather so many copper-skin martial arts cultivators?

Just a merchant's home, why?

Does the Zhao family want to rebel? To recruit so many monks privately is a violation of Daxia's laws!

However, Luo Hong couldn't care less about thinking about this now. The murderous intention melted into the rain, like a collapsed building, oppressing him.

Next to him, Zhao Donghan had already let out an explosive roar!

"Sir, be careful!"

Zhao Donghan roared.

As soon as he stepped down, his burly mountain-like body erupted with scarlet energy and blood, which actually dispersed the raindrops around him into a hollow.

A handful of cold arrows were aimed at Luo Hong in the atrium of the Zhao Mansion, aiming at his eyebrows, throat, and heart.

Murderous intent, unabashed.

"Brother Luo, after you die, Xiaoyue will find the best cosmetician to restore your appearance. Xiaoyue will make you look decent and still be buried gracefully."

Zhao Yue's clear voice sounded in the rain.

"Shut up! You bitch!"

The scars on Zhao Donghan's face squirmed and he shouted angrily.

Luo Hong held the sword, his clothes were soaked by the rain, and he looked at Zhao Yue calmly.

"Wait a minute."

Luo Hongdao.

In the rain curtain, Zhao Yue pursed her red lips, ignored the vulgar Zhao Donghan, and stared at Luo Hong.

"Brother Luo, are you also afraid of death?"

Zhao Yuedao.

Luo Hong grinned, raised his hand and reached into his white shirt, and took out a booklet.

"I'm not afraid. It's such a rare thing, so I have to write my name in a small book."

Luo Hong smiled.

I took a charcoal pen from somewhere, turned to the diary page, thought about it, and wrote the name of the target...Zhao Mansion.

Zhao Yue couldn't understand Luo Hong's actions. She thought Luo Hong was asking for mercy, but she couldn't understand what Luo Hong's actions meant.

What to write in the notebook?

Last words?

But Luo Hong closed the book and stuffed it into his arms.

He picked up the sword and twisted his neck.

"Old Zhao."

Luo Hong's voice was very calm, but at the end, it was filled with murderous intent.

"Leave no one behind."

Since time travel, Luo Hong has been pursuing villainy, although he has always failed and messed up.

But... one thing that is undisputed is that he, Luo Hong, has always been walking on the edge of life and death.

He, Luo Hong... is not a bad guy who will be mentally scarred for a long time if he kills someone.

He Luo Hong...

Very bad!

"yes!"

Luo Hong's words made Zhao Donghan feel like a fire was burning inside his body.

He took out the violent blood pill given to him by Butler Chen from his arms.

Put it in your mouth.

Just like this cathartic rainstorm, my throat rolled.
To be continued...