The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1119: After the deceased

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"This is the voice that a young girl should have, ha ha ha..." His ears moved slightly, and Zhuo Fan chuckles unconsciously.

Quie'er met and asked: "Then daddy, do you want to see?"

"Secular people, what can be seen, hasn't it been like this for a hundred years?"

An indifferent arc crossed the corner of his mouth, Zhuo Fan slowly shook his head, and sighed: "Something happened, I just want to be quiet in this sword house. By the way, I can feel the four kinds of swordsmanship. The essence lies."

Speaking, Zhuo Fan slowly leaned back on the chair, revealing a comfortable color.

Looking at him deeply, Que'er looked puzzled: "Father, since you want to be quiet, can't we change to another place? Your name as a blind swordsman has been spread out for decades, and finally quiet. After a few years, some people who are not afraid of death have come again. Maybe in a few years there will be such idiots, and they will be annoying."

"Hehe, then continue to kill, this place I occupied first, why should I hide from them?" He curled his lips in disdain, and Zhuo Fan faintly said: "Quer, let them leave, don't leave, erase That's it!"

Nodded slightly, Queer looked outside and shouted: "My father doesn't want to see guests, get out!"

"Hey, this old guy is exactly the same as the villagers said. The score is so big. He doesn't even know who we are, so he dare to coax people? He was scared to death, hahaha..."

Hearing this, a young boy's scream immediately sounded outside the door, arrogant and impolite. But as soon as he finished his words, another cold voice suddenly uttered: "Sister Sifan, how about catching the old guy out for my brother and letting him kowtow to you?"

"Huh, I really am an idiot!"

Listening to these two noises, Que'er couldn't help but laugh, curled her lips in disdain, and looked at Zhuo Fan and said, "Father, we have seen this kind of people a lot in the past few decades. The dude, we are going to die. Forget it, they don’t need to do it first, I will go to them now!"

Without speaking, Zhuo Fan just lay quietly on the bamboo chair, calm and serene, which was tantamount to acquiescence.

Aside from anything else, Queer immediately stepped forward and had to rush out murderously, so that these ignorant little ghosts would know who is the real person and who is the real offender.

However, before she left the house, the crisp female voice sounded again, and there was a slight anger in her voice: "Shut up, how can you do this? Our Luo family benevolent and righteous family, Luo League is also Xizhou’s benevolence and righteous example, how can he do such bullying? If this is let my father know, you must be killed!"

Squeak!

The body who was lying slowly stiffened suddenly, and Zhuo Fan's brows trembled slightly.

Understanding his intentions, Que'er also stopped her figure immediately, and the murderous aura was drawn into her body again, staring at him in a blink of an eye, waiting for his instructions.

"Sister Sifan, don’t be angry, aren’t we also helping you? You’ve been here dozens of times, and every time you come here in good faith, you’re disappointed, and you meet this old guy every time. When he was away. This time I finally ran into him. He had a bad temper. He chased guests without even seeing him. It's not a thing anymore!"

"Yes, sister Sifan, we also feel sorry for your hard work, and we want to fulfill your wish immediately!" At this time, the two male voices sounded outside the door.

Zuo Fan listened in the room with a solemn expression: "Luo family kid, I didn't expect to find this place. This is fate, huh..."

"No matter what, don't do to others what you don't want. Whether people want to see us or not is their business. We must not force it. What is the difference from robbers!"

He gave the two men a sharp look, and the little girl pleaded again: "Senior blind swordsman, young woman Luo Sifan, sincerely ask senior to meet, ask senior to recite in the little girl dozens of times. For the sake of no avail, let’s meet the younger generation. The younger generation is really full of sincerity!"

Standing quietly at the door, Queer looked at Zhuo Fan, waiting for his meaning.

He pondered a little, Zhuo Fan smiled slightly, waved his hand and said: "Let them come in, I also want to see what the juniors of the Luo family will look like a hundred years later."

"Come in, you guys!"

Nodding slightly, Que'er waved his hand, and immediately swung the bamboo door open, and then stood quietly behind Zhuo Fan. After a cheerful cheer erupted outside the door, three figures filed in and walked in here.

The first person who came in was a slightly obese man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a shabby face. He looked around and saw that the cabin was so shabby, he couldn't help showing a look of contempt.

The second person who came in was a thin man with a long sword in his hand, inlaid with gold and jade, which was extremely precious at first glance. Originally, there was some anger and contempt in his eyes, but when he saw the long sword hanging in the room, his pupils suddenly shrank, revealing a look of surprise, and when he looked at Zhuo Fan who was still sitting on the bamboo chair, His eyes finally showed deep respect and bowed.

As for the third one who came in, it was the little girl. Her face was peach blossom, pure and pleasant, and even a bit dull. When she saw Zhuo Fan’s face, she hurriedly bowed and stammered. : "Pre...senior..."

"Well, I heard all of your clamors outside just now, so you can still speak some human words!" The corner of his mouth was slightly tilted, and Zhuo Fan volleyed the little girl and chuckled.

When he heard this, the fat man was immediately angry and he wanted to step forward and take action: "What are you talking about, old stuff?"

But before he could do anything, he was stopped by the thin man beside him. The little girl also gave him a fierce look, and said angrily: "Shut up, or I will tell your father to go!"

The fat head shrank slightly, and the fat man finally didn't dare to move anymore. Just staring at Zhuo Fan's eyes, full of hatred.

Idiot, if my father had some friendship with your elders, your attitude would have died one hundred and eighty times!

Looking at the fat man deeply, Que'er curled his lips in disdain. Zhuo Fan didn't mind, so he first figured out their details before talking. If you don’t have that great friendship, hum...

"Little girl, the old man just heard you say that you are the Luomeng...Are you the Luomeng from Xizhou Jiuzong?"

"Of course, otherwise, where are there so many Luomengs in Xizhou?"

Staring at him arrogantly, the fat man said with a look of contempt: "How about it, old guy, be scared. Our Luomeng is the leader of the Nine Sects in Xizhou, and even Shuanglongyuan gives us three points. How dare you? If you don’t give us face, you don’t see us, it’s just looking for death...Ah..."

But before he finished speaking, he couldn't help yelling out. He turned around and saw the little girl staring at him fiercely, stomping on one of his feet, gritted her teeth: "Shut up, Don’t you take my words as deaf ears?"

"Senior, don't be angry, junior Luo Sifan, Luo Yunhai, the leader of the Luo League, is my father, these two are my brothers, if there is anything offended, I hope senior Haihan!"

Immediately afterwards, the girl hurriedly clasped her fists and bowed to apologize.

With a dazed expression on his face, Zhuo Fan took a deep breath, lowered his head, and fell into a daze.

Luo Sifan...Sifan, do you miss me?

"By the way, you are Miss Luomeng, who are these two fools?"

"Who do you think is an idiot, old man?" The two refused to accept, shouting together.

With a calm face, Zhuo Fan said quietly: "I said you two are stupid. How about hitting me?"

"You..." Uncontrollably stagnated, and the two were so angry, but seeing Luo Sifan present, he couldn't do anything, so he yelled: "Where do we look like idiots?"

"Then where do I look like an old man?"

"Everyone says you are an old man!"

"Then others call you two idiots!"

"Who is it?"

"Yes, who is it?"

"Villagers!"

"Bird!"

The two little ghosts and Zhuo Fan argued with each other. The two used the villagers as evidence. Zhuo Fan pointed at the Queer next to him and hit back perfectly. If someone says that you are what you are, then Ching'er is also someone else. If she says that you are stupid, then you are stupid.

Puff!

The two boys were so angry that they gritted their teeth, their faces flushed, and let their family members come to prove it. Are they fair? Luo Sifan couldn't help but chuckled, covering his mouth, looking at Zhuo Fan's eyes, full of joy, and coughing lightly before he stopped laughing and said: "Pre...senior, don't talk to them. It’s an insight. It’s the first time I have seen it. Some old people and young people quarrel like this!"

"This is also the first time I have seen such a young man who is so ignorant!"

With a cold smile, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but shout out: "Say, which one of you are you, maybe the Luo Family Patriarch is also your father!"

"Not yet!"

Huh?

The two of them all exited together. From time to time, they glanced at Luo Sifan who was on the side. They looked blushingly at her. Zhuo Fan was taken aback and asked: "What is Shang Huan? No? Yes, no, no, there is no...Oh, that's the case, sorry, my eyes are inconvenient, I can't see clearly, it turns out that's the case!"

But soon, Zhuo Fan understood everything, and coughed dryly: "The so-called right, who do you think you are, do you have this qualification?"

"Huh, do you qualify? Old guy, you are really blind. If you want to know who my father is, you won't ask like that!"

He raised his neck proudly, and the fat man yelled: "To tell you the truth, my surname is Long, Long Jianshan, my father is the Luomeng veteran, Long Xingyun, and my grandfather is Luomeng Seven. One of the veterans of Daiso League..."

"Long Yifei?"

However, before he could finish, Zhuo Fan said suddenly: "So...you are the line of Tianyu Qianlong Pavilion?"

But for Zhuo Fan’s statement, the fat man was immediately stunned: "What Qianlong Pavilion, what nonsense are you talking about, there is no Qianlong Pavilion in this world, I have said, we are Luo Meng veteran... …"

"Long Jianshan, I heard my father say that your Long Family was Qianlong Pavilion before joining Luomeng!" At this moment, Luo Sifan couldn't help but exclaimed.

Can't help but froze slightly, Long Jianshan looked confused: "Really, why haven't I heard of it?"

"Luo Meng's reputation is so big now, is the previous small reputation still worth mentioning? Ha ha ha..." With a smile, Zhuo Fan shook his head, and Zhuo Fan was noncommittal.

But the eyes of the three of them looking at Zhuo Fan are even more bizarre. Who on earth is he, these juniors have been ignorant of what happened a hundred years ago, and he actually knew exactly what happened. And even the background of each family is clear. What is going on?

For a while, the three of them looked at Zhuo Fan's eyes, and they were even more confused...