Chapter 50: ?Old man, what's your last name?

　　 噗嗤, 噗嗤!
　　 The muffled sound of the knife piercing the meat, the cover suppressed the roar of the rainstorm.
　　Zhaofu Atrium.
　　 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.
　　 "You...you are... a demon..."
　　噗!
　　 Luo Hong's white clothes were stained with blood, and under the mask, there was a gentle smile on his lips.
　　 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 torrential rain falling continuously.
　　 Luo Hong sat in white clothes, full of silver hair, holding the black Shazhu sword, he actually hummed a little tune.
　　 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, and 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 task is completed, but the task is not completed at the moment, I am afraid that even this Anping County will not be able to go out.
　　 Therefore, he thinks, for the present, fight for something.
　　 Luo Hong turned around leisurely, his white robe fluttered somewhat chicly in the heavy 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 emerged in his eyes, he couldn't help but sneered.
　　 raised his hand and hung it over the seventh-rank martial artist whose head was decapitated.
　　 As if grasping something faintly, 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, slowly creeping...
　　 In the next moment, the scene of the seventh-rank martial artist who had the intention of fighting, appeared like falling into the ice cave.
　　 The companion's corpse wriggled for a while, and then the shadow separated and actually got up from the ground.
　　His companion turned into an evil shadow!
　　 The shadow seemed to have turned into the most terrible cage, and the undead cried in it.
　　 The evil shadow of seven products.
　　 Luo Hong chuckled lightly.
　　 Raised the Shazhu Sword and pointed at the Seventh-Rank Martial Artist who was still alive.
　　嘭!
　　 The splash exploded.
　　 The seventh grade evil shadow rushed out instantly.
　　 In the incredible gaze of the alive 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, splashing water.
　　 The seventh-rank martial artist at the end of the crossbow, and the seventh-rank evil shadow that is getting more and more in shape.
　　 There is no suspense about the result of the battle.
　　 Xie Ying grabbed Seventh-Rank Wu Xiu's head with his big hands, and lifted him up, the rain washed the blood.
　　 Luo Hong wears a mask, hums a small tune in his mouth, and shakes the evil bead sword. He looks like a street dude and a bohemian undead monarch.
　　 In the eyes of this seventh-rank martial artist, fear surfaced.
　　 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 Seven-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.
　　 The 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 evil shadow again.
　　 The two seventh-rank martial artists who died have all turned into Luo Hong’s evil shadows...
　　 "Quick kill, I forgot to ask your names, if that's the case, I will call you, Xie Yi, Xie Er."
　　 Luo Hong said with a smile.
　　 The words fall.
　　 Dishan evil shadow, Hu Zhishui evil shadow, evil one evil two disappeared.
　　 Luo Hong raised his hand abruptly, pressed the mask, and slowly took off the mask.
　　 In an instant, tidal fatigue swept his body, Luo Hong sat on the ground, his silver hair turned black again.
　　 The atrium of Zhao's Mansion, two corpses of 7th-rank martial artist, exuding blood with full impact.
　　 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 and killed 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, and used the young lady to threaten the son and let him enter Zhao Mansion, in order to kill the son and the lady."
　　 said the maid.
　　 A little light was restored in Luo Xiaoxiao's frightened eyes.
"my brother?"
After 　　, he seemed to have thought of something, and was a little alarmed: "Let my brother not come, it is too dangerous here!"
　　 Luo Xiaoxiao shouted.
　　The maidservant's eyes became more and more gentle: "Unfortunately, the son should have entered the Zhao Mansion."
　　 "Red sleeves, you are so powerful, you can definitely save my brother!"
　　 Luo Xiaoxiao is now more and more scared.
　　Father is missing, if my brother dies again, then Luo Xiaoxiao will have no relatives in this world.
　　 She doesn't want to have no relatives, she doesn't want to be alone.
　　 called the red-sleeved maid nodded, holding Luo's small hand with her big hand, crossing the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain, and walking out of the wing.
　　……
　　 The gate of Zhao's mansion.
　　 Luo Feng was wearing the uniform of the Dali Temple, and he was stuck on his body under the rain.
　　 Behind him, Zi Wei and Fang Zheng stood quietly.
　　 Their faces were serious, and they could 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.
　　 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 he entered Zhao Mansion, he saw the corpses all over the floor.
　　 Zhao Yue's staring unwilling head was washed away by the rain.
　　 In the courtyard, there are even thirty night clothes killers who have been killed. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
　　 "All nine-rank martial arts, and one 8-rank."
　　 Fangzheng glanced, then judged, 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 didn't speak, and followed up with a straight face.
　　 Soon, a few people walked through the Zhaofu garden and came to the atrium in front of the Zhaofu main hall.
　　 The old man stopped, the rain falling from the umbrella eaves, like a curtain of beads.
　　 Through the bead curtain, the old man saw the white-clothed Luo Hong who was sitting on the bottom in the torrential rain while holding the mask in one hand.
　　 Around Luo Hong, the corpses of the seventh-rank martial artist still release violent blood...
　　 The picture seems to be still.
　　 The heavy rain became silent.
　　The sky, the earth and the water, dyed blood together.
　　 Luo Feng's eyes shrank, unbelievable.
　　 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, also saw Luo Hong sitting in the atrium being watered by rain.
　　 Luo Xiaoxiao looked at his whole body stained with blood 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 screen, he saw Luo Xiaoxiao with red eyes, with a gentle and cowardly smile on his face.
After 　　, 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 name of the old man?"