My Young Lord Is Really Righteous Chapter 50: ? Old man, what’s your last name?

　　 puff, puff!

　　 The muffled sound of the knife piercing the meat, the cover suppressed the roar of the rainstorm.

　　 Atrium of Zhao's Mansion.

　　 The seventh-rank martial artist who had been stabbed by Luo Hong consecutively and didn't know how many knives had already been cold all over his body, and the blood was spraying down the wound on his neck like a fountain.

　　 The seventh-rank martial artist stared at Luo Hong, who was wearing a mask and his face was elegant and easygoing in disbelief.

　　 "You...you are... a demon..."

　　噗!

　　 Luo Hong's white clothes were stained with blood, and under the mask, a gentle smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

　　 The evil bead changed and turned into a black long sword, which was suddenly wiped out.

　　 The head of this seventh-rank martial artist rose to the sky, and his head separated.

　　 Only the burly body was left, and he fell straight, smashing the water for more than two feet.

　　In an instant, the atrium became extremely quiet.

　　 There is only the sound of the torrential rain falling continuously.

　　 Luo Hong sits in white clothes, full of silver hair, holding the jet-black Shazhu sword, he actually hums a little tune in his mouth.

　　 There is a seventh-rank martial artist left, staring at Luo Hong's back, only feeling a chill in his heart, this...It's too evil.

　　 A Seventh-Rank died, he was stabbed to death by Luo Hong himself.

　　This son is the son of Luo Rentu, and indeed has the ferocity of Luo Rentu!

　　 escape? !

　　 This kind of thought emerged in his heart at this moment.

　　 But... Where can I escape?

　　 It's okay if the mission is completed, but the mission is not completed at the moment, I am afraid that even this Anping County will not be able to go out.

　　 Therefore, he felt that, for the present, fight for something.

　　 Luo Hong turned around leisurely, his white clothes fluttered somewhat chicly in the torrential rain, the rain continued to fall down his cheeks, and the corners of Luo Hong's mouth hung with the same evil arc as the corners of the mask.

　　 Seeing the fierce Seventh-Rank Wu Xiu gradually emerging in his eyes, he couldn't help but sneered.

　　 raised his hand and hung it over the seventh-rank martial artist whose head had been decapitated.

　　 As if faintly grasping something, he slowly pulled up.

　　 "Stand up."

　　 Luo Hong wore a mask, as if singing strangely, said.

　　The corpse hit by the rainstorm suddenly moved slightly, a shadow under the faint light, creeping slowly...

　　 In the next moment, the scene of the seventh-rank martial artist who had the intention of fighting, such as falling into the ice cave, appeared.

　　 The companion's body wriggled for a while, and then the shadow separated and actually got up from the ground.

　　His companion has turned into an evil shadow!

　　 The shadow seems to have turned into the most terrifying cage, and the undead is crying in it.

　　 The evil shadow of the seventh rank.

　　 Luo Hong chuckled lightly.

　　 raised the Shazhu Sword, and pointed at the still-alive Seventh-Rank Martial Artist.

　　嘭!

　　The splash exploded.

　　 The seventh grade evil shadow rushed out instantly.

　　 In the incredible gaze of the living Seventh-Rank Martial Artist, the surging blood rolled out, punching out.

　　 smashed the seventh-rank martial artist on the ground, his head hit the ground and splashed water.

　　The seventh-rank martial artist at the end of the strong crossbow, and the seventh-rank evil shadow whose status is getting higher and higher.

　　The result of the battle, there is no suspense.

　　 Xie Ying grabbed Seventh-Rank Wu Xiu's head with his big hands, and lifted him up, the rain washed away with blood.

　　 Luo Hong wore a mask, hummed a little tune, and shook the evil bead sword. He looked like a street dude and a bohemian undead monarch.

　　 Fear appeared in the eyes of this seventh-rank martial artist.

　　 The elegant and easy-going smile on Luo Hong's face is like the little brother Sunshine from the house next door.

　　 The gentle smile made Seventh-Rank Wu Xiu's heart a little bit settled.

　　 But, the next moment.

　　 Luo Hong held the Shazhu Sword against the Seventh-Rank Wu Xiu's neck.

　　 with a gentle smile, slowly wiped it off.

　　 Blood sprayed Luo Hong's face and sprinkled it on the mask of the monster evil monarch.

　　 Luo Hong stretched out his finger and hooked it, summoning the evil shadow again.

　　The two seventh-rank martial artists who died have all turned into Luo Hong’s evil shadows...

　　 "Quickly kill, forgot to ask your names, since that's the case, I will call you, Xie Yi, Xie Er."

　　 Luo Hong said with a smile.

　　 The words fall.

　　The evil shadow of Dishan, the evil shadow of Hu Zhishui, the evil shadow and the evil shadow disappeared one after another.

　　 Luo Hong raised his hand abruptly, held down the mask, and slowly took off the mask.

　　 For an instant, tidal fatigue swept over his body, Luo Hong sat on the ground, his silver hair turned back to black hair.

　　 In the atrium of Zhao's Mansion, the two corpses of the seventh-rank martial artist exudes full of impact and blood.

　　 Luo Hong gasped, his eyes widened and bloodshot, and he was a little depressed.

　　 This may be the sequelae caused by the evil monarch mask.

　　……

　　 Zhao Mansion, backyard, wing room.

　　 Luo Xiaoxiao looked at the ground full of corpses in horror.

　　 In front of her, a handmaid stood quietly. The handmaid who had played a board without telling her a new story, at this moment, turned into a female Shura, killing many people.

　　 This is a plump maid with a cold face and a short knife in her hand.

　　 "Miss, don't worry."

　　 "The enemy has been killed."

　　 The maid looked back and gave Luo Xiaoxiao a smile.

　　 However, Luo Xiaoxiao is still scared. She is just a little girl after all. Although she is a little willful, she has never seen such a cruel picture.

　　 Her face was pale and she couldn't stop shaking.

　　"Miss, Zhao Mansion colluded with outsiders, using the young lady to threaten the son, let him enter Zhao Mansion, and want to kill the son and the lady."

　　 said the maid.

　　 Luo Xiaoxiao's frightened eyes regained a little light.

　　"My brother?"

After 　　, I seemed to think of something, and I was a little panicked: "Let my brother not come, it's too dangerous here!"

　　 Luo Xiaoxiao shouted.

　　The maidservant's eyes became more and more gentle: "Unfortunately, the son should have entered Zhao's Mansion."

　　 "Red sleeve, you are so powerful, you can definitely save my brother!"

　　 Luo Xiaoxiao is now more and more scared.

　　 Father disappeared. If my brother died again, then Luo Xiaoxiao would have no relatives in this world.

　　 She don’t want to be without relatives, she doesn’t want to be alone.

　　 Called the red-sleeved maid nodded, holding Luo's small hand with her big hand, stepped across the sea of ​​blood and walked out of the wing.

　　……

　　 The gate of Zhao's mansion.

　　 Luo Feng was wearing the uniform of Dali Temple, and he was stuck on his body under the rain.

　　 Behind him, Zi Wei and Fang Zheng stood quietly.

　　 Their faces are serious, and they can smell the rich blood wafting out of the Zhao Mansion.

　　 However, Luo Feng did not enter the mansion immediately, but turned his head and looked far away.

　　 there, in the heavy rain.

　　 An old man came slowly, a child holding an umbrella, and a child supporting him, not hurriedly or slowly.

　　 The two sides met in front of the Zhao Mansion.

　　 The old man nodded and smiled, and then went on to the mansion.

　　 Luo Feng took a deep breath, looked at the old man deeply, and followed him.

　　As soon as I entered Zhao Mansion, I saw corpses all over the floor.

　　 Zhao Yue's staring unwilling head was washed away by the rain.

In the courtyard of 　　, there are thirty killers in night clothes~IndoMTL.com~ all nine martial artists, and one eighth class. "

　　 Fangzheng glanced, then judged it, and took a breath.

　　 However.

　　 The old man just glanced, the smile on his face was slightly less.

　　 Let the child help him to continue walking.

　　 Luo Feng did not speak, and followed up with a straight face.

　　 Soon, a few people walked through the Zhao Mansion Garden and came to the atrium in front of the Zhao Mansion Hall.

　　 The old man stopped, and the rain falling from the umbrella eaves seemed to be intertwined into a curtain of beads.

　　 Through the bead curtain, the old man saw the white-clothed Luo Hong who was sitting on the bottom of the rain with the mask in one hand.

　　 Around Luo Hong, the corpses of Rank 7 Wuxiu still release violent blood...

　　 The picture seems to be still.

　　The heavy rain became silent.

　　The sky, the earth, and the water are dyed blood together.

　　 Luo Feng's eyes narrowed, incredible.

　　 Ziwei covered her mouth.

　　 Fang's expressionless face smoked.

　　 the other side.

　　 The maid who walked out of the Zhao’s house, pulling Luo Xiaoxiao, she also saw Luo Hong sitting in the atrium and being watered by rain.

　　 Luo Xiaoxiao looked at the blood all over, and his face was bloodless, like a brother who was a brother, his eyes were red in an instant.

　　 The rain rumbling down.

　　 Luo Hong slowly turned his head, and through the hazy rain curtain, he saw Luo Xiaoxiao with red eyes, with a gentle and cowardly smile on his face.

　　 Then, he turned his head again and looked at the old man standing in the rain.

　　 was silent for a while.

　　 grinned open.

　　 is like a cordial greeting between new neighbors squatting on the street and smoking a dry cigarette.

　　"The old man also came to kill our brothers and sisters?"

　　 "I take the liberty to ask..."

　　"What is the old man's last name?"