Chapter 55: ?1 knife is like splashing ink, the long street is bloody

　　 White clothes sit quietly on the stone ladder, the day after rain is slightly sunny.
　　 A little bit of fragmentary sunlight, through the torn dark clouds, spilled down, draped on the body of the white-clothed young Jun Yi, the majestic positive sun and the sunshine, like a winding dragon wrapped around the white clothing.
　　 Everyone watched this scene silently, the white-clothed youth had a sneer in their eyes, not caring, and even a touch of ruthless coldness after anger to the extreme, which made many people feel a bit of chill.
　　 The picture seems silent.
　　 No one thought that, facing the overwhelming verbal abuse that swept across the vast sea, the young man Luo Hong would actually hide in Luo's mansion like a tortoise with his head down. When the door opened, he sat on the floor.
　　 Instead, let them continue to curse, don't stop.
　　 provocative?
　　 Is there any fear? !
　　 Looking at the white clothes sitting calmly, laughing, indifferent, mockingly watching them, many people couldn't help but burst into unnamed anger.
　　 Now you are being pointed at by thousands of husbands, and you are a tortoise with your head, why are you so arrogant? !
　　 arrogant to make people uncomfortable!
　　 In the crowd, gradually there was a sound, and the rustling anger was once again like a light rain turning to a torrential rain.
　　 Hidden in the crowd, the mob placed by Patriarch Wang opened his throat and shouted: "What is arrogance? The murderer is still arrogant? To slaughter Zhao Mansion all over the door, what right do you have to be arrogant!"
　　 "You people should arrange for beheading at the vegetable market! Stop the spread of evil!"
　　 "Yes! What qualifications do you have to be arrogant? Killing is worth your life!"
　　 The voice of the crusade gradually rose like a bird.
　　 Luo Hong fluttered in white clothes, still sitting on the stone ladder, the curvature of the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, becoming more and more evil.
　　 Luo Hong was originally not angry. After all, these people provided him with so much sin, but... listening to these people's abuse, Luo Hong's heart gradually surged with anger.
　　The scolding is really ugly, the scolding is really unpleasant!
　　 Zhao Mansion wants to kill his siblings, why can't he slaughter Zhao Mansion?
　　 If you want to kill him for half of the world, isn't he allowed to fight back?
　　You guys...get a fart!
Under 　　, a Confucian student took a step forward, his Confucian shirt flying, raised his hand and pointed towards Luo Hong.
　　 "Luo thief! To slaughter the whole family, the crime is unforgivable! Just kill!"
After 　　, the scholar threw out a piece of paper in his hand.
　　 The piece of paper fell on the ground in front of Luo Hong.
　　 Luo Hong picked up this piece of paper.
　　 The upturned corners of the mouth can't help being smoothed.
　　 glanced at the content on the paper, and then folded the paper in half, Luo Hong stood up and patted the white shirt.
　　 step by step, stepped down.
"You said."
　　 "Who do you kill?"
　　 Luo Hong walked to the scholar's side and said warmly.
　　……
　　 Luohuayuan.
　　 The old man sits in a rocking chair in front of the window, admiring the plantains outside the window after the rain, and watching the thick clouds in the sky.
　　 The child quickly entered, kneeling in front of the old man.
　　 "My lord, hundreds of people gathered in Anping County to besiege Luo Mansion, yelling at Luo Hong, and Young Master Luo Hong sits on a white robe, walks out of Luo Mansion, sits on the stairs, and listens to what Qianfu said."
　　 Xiaotongdao.
　　 The old man in front of the window heard the words, as if he had heard something funny, stroking his beard and laughing.
　　 Thinking of the rainstorm, the white clothes smiled and questioned.
　　 The old man understood that Luo Hong was not as easy to suffer as he thought.
　　 "There was a massacre in front of Luo Mansion. Hundreds of thousands of Hu soldiers killed when they said they would kill, without blinking their eyes."
　　 "Luo Rentu hopes that his children will be mortals in peace, but unfortunately, the world forced his son to hold a butcher knife."
　　 "Next, Long Street will be bloodied."
　　 said the old man.
　　 The child was suddenly surprised.
　　 "My lord, then Young Master Luohong...is it possible to dare to commit a crime in the street?"
　　 The old man swayed in his rocking chair, looking sideways at Basho, who was shining by the sun outside the window, and stroked his beard.
　　 "Why not dare?"
　　……
　　 Anping County Government Office.
　　 County magistrate Liu sat in a chair, ready to take a nap.
　　'S complexion is much better than yesterday.
　　 Yesterday's battle of the high-ranking cultivator scared him into a sleepless night. He drank a lot of tea and ran to the latrine many times. The point was that he couldn't sleep.
　　 Nowadays, most of the effects of tea in the past, when sleepiness strikes, the magistrate Liu also plans to squint.
　　 suddenly.
　　 The county government caught his head and entered, and whispered in the ear of the magistrate Liu.
　　 Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Zhou entered the county office, and the servants behind them carried two large boxes.
　　咚咚!
　　 Two large boxes fell to the ground, raising dust.
　　 Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Zhou smiled, and ordered people to open the box, and the white silver ingots were neatly arranged in the box.
　　 County magistrate Liu suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at the two boxes of silver, which was meaningful.
　　 "What is this for?"
　　 The magistrate Liu was unmoved, sitting in a chair, and said lightly.
　　 "Little respect, Lord Liu." Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Zhou looked at each other and laughed.
　　 "Luo Hong in Naluo Mansion, slaughtered the whole family of Zhao Mansion, not even the girls, family members and children. This son is too aggressive. Now he is accused by thousands of people and criticized by thousands of people. He has long been unpopular in Anping County."
　　 "There are more than a hundred people in the Zhao mansion who have been subjected to poisonous hands. How miserable, even the shaved head of Zhao Yue, who had secretly promised Luo Hongfang, is cruel and inhuman! You can't ignore Master Liu!"
　　 Patriarch Wang sighed and said.
　　 County magistrate Liu stared at the white silver, and immediately shook his face when he heard the words of the Wang Patriarch.
　　 Luofu?
　　 These two compelling people actually want to engage in Luo Fu? !
　　Dog-like things, how many stinky money is great?
　　 actually want to send the officer to die? !
　　 Before Luo Feng said that the king of Zhenbei was surnamed Luo, then the magistrate Liu had guessed.
　　 That honest and honest, smiling Patriarch Luo, may be the son of the King of the North of Zhenbei, and his finger cap crushed the three million Luo Rentu of the North Hu’s soldiers!
　　 Is that something his little magistrate can provoke? !
　　 "Get out! Get out of here!"
　　 "Take your stinky silver and get out! The officer looks like the kind of bribe?! Also, there is another secret in this case. You need to teach the officer to judge the case?!"
　　 "Go!"
　　 County magistrate Liu was furious.
　　 There is always a pressing force, the key officer!
　　 Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Zhou are confused!
　　 was driven out of the county office, and suddenly felt a little cold on his body.
　　……
　　 Luo House.
　　 Xiaodouhua and Luo Xiaoxiao heard that everyone outside the house was scolding Luo Hong, both of them were angry, put on the red sleeves of the servant girl, and rushed out of the house in indignation.
　　 hasn't approached yet, and his pretty face flushed with anger when he heard the terrible insults.
　　 lotus pond.
　　 Steward Chen began to make tea leisurely. Since Luo Hong said he would solve the matter by himself, he was also happy, rubbing the ancient swordsman with one hand while admiring the two beautiful red carps under the lotus leaves.
　　……
　　 Luo Hong walked to the scholar's side, but the scholar was not afraid, his waist was straight.
　　Brows and eyes, with sneer, contempt, and the arrogance of a scholar.
　　 Many scholars of Confucian scholars can't understand Luo Hong, who has a very good reputation. What they hope most for scholars is that their reputation will spread.
　　 Literati are relatively light, and they naturally have jealousy towards Luo Hong, who has an excellent reputation.
　　What kind of elegant and easy-going, what justice model?
　　 The better he praised at the beginning~EbookFREE.me~ Now the harsher the scolding!
　　 "My son... when to kill?"
　　 The scholar turned his head and looked at Luo Hong, "Yes, you murderer! Just kill!"
　　 "If you still have humanity, you should suffocate yourself to Zhao Mansion and apologize for the hundreds of people who died in Zhao Mansion!"
　　 The scholars got more excited as they spoke.
　　He stood at the highest point of morality, overlooking Luo Hong, suppressing the example of justice in Anping County, he...so cool!
　　 "Apologize?"
　　 Luo Hong smiled.
　　 "Sure enough, you are a scholar who is useless."
　　 "Have you ever heard a sentence, don’t you persuade others to be good?"
　　 Luo Hong raised his hand, facing Zhao Donghan, who was standing on the stairs and burly as a hill.
　　 Zhao Donghan's knife on his waist trembled suddenly.
　　 Strands of sword aura wrapped around it, actually pulling out the knife from the time.
　　 The knife exploded and fell into Luo Hong's hand.
　　 Holding the handle of the knife in his hand, Luo Hong tilted his head and glanced at the head of the bustling people, the people filled with righteous indignation.
　　 The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
　　 Go to Te Niang's presentation of facts and make sense.
　　 He looked at the scholar.
　　 "Apologize, right?"
　　 The scholar's expression changed slightly, and he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.
　　 "You...what do you do?!"
　　 Luo Hong has a gentle smile on his face.
　　 The sharp, icy knife hit the scholar's neck.
　　 is like painting a freehand landscape with a knife like splashing ink.
　　 Take a swipe.
　　 The scholar clutched his neck and widened his eyes.
　　 Blood spewed out from between the fingers.
　　 The entire long street.
　　 For an instant, there was no sound.
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