Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Even though Cao Jinshi was exhausted after vomiting, she still looked up in disbelief at the gorgeous woman in the red dress in front of her after hearing these words.

She almost had the illusion that a pie in the sky was falling on her. The second young lady of the Yan family would show kindness to her?

To put it bluntly, even if Yan Yuqing is just being polite, as long as this news spreads, her work and future will become smoother.

"Jade..." Cao Jinshi is not a scheming person, but there is no reason not to eat the food that is put into his mouth.

It felt inappropriate to open her mouth just now. Not to mention the age, just the unequal status. As long as she had some emotional intelligence, she would not carelessly call the other person by his first name.

"I'd better call you Sister Yan!" After thinking for a moment, Cao Jinshi came up with a compromise. Calling her only her last name showed respect, and my sister brought the two of them closer together. It was much better than calling her Yuqing directly.

"In this case, I will call you Jinshi from now on."

Although Yan Yuqing didn't have Jiang Ran's piercing observation ability, her eye for seeing people was by no means bad, and she could feel a rare sense of affection from Cao Jinshi.

When she was half-kneeling on the ground, Cao Jinshi was the only one who rushed forward and cried out in pain.

She could definitely hear the sadness in that cry. Although part of the reason was that the other party still expected her to help find Deng Yong, the rest of the concern could not be faked.

This action was only a prerequisite for her willingness to release goodwill. If Cao Jinshi's answer just now was that killing Luo Fan was too cruel, then she would never act like this.

A person who can't understand the situation clearly and has overflowing sympathy is not worthy of her continuing to magnify her good feelings.

The exchange between Yan Yuqing and Cao Jinshi did not affect the mood of the rest of the people present, especially the remaining Luo family siblings.

Luo Hong didn't know how much perseverance he had to raise his weaker arm, and wiped his face slightly, feeling the sticky touch between his palms. The arrogance and arrogance in his eyes had long since disappeared.

This man, who was as strong as a bear with extremely clear muscle lines all over his body, burst into tears unknowingly, but did not make any sound.

Luo Meng had already rushed over at the moment when his brother's body lost support and fell to the ground. Regardless of the horrifying and bloody hole in his chest, he gently rested Luo Fan's head on his lap.

"Fan'er is so good and brave..." She lowered her head, unable to see her expression clearly. She stroked Luo Fan's face with her hands and closed his eyes for him. Her clothes were already soaked with her brother's flesh and blood. It is difficult to identify the original color.

Luo Meng kept repeating these two sentences back and forth, his voice gradually turned from gentle at the beginning to deep and hoarse, and he made a whooshing sound in his throat as if there was phlegm stuck in it.

"Why?" Her repeated voice changed after a while, and her tone became much sharper.

"Fan'er is obviously so obedient and good! He was just a little playful and accidentally killed a few people who were unwilling to sell their houses because they didn't want enough money." Luo Meng was a little incoherent, and his speech was extremely disordered.

"But we all lost money!" She suddenly overturned Luo Fan's body to the ground like crazy, stood up with her hands on the ground, "Why did you kill him? Why did you kill him?" Killed him!!?"

Luo Meng's face with exquisite make-up was twisted like a demon. Coupled with the sticky blood and organ debris all over his body, walking outside at this time would definitely scare people half to death.

She raised her hands in the air and rushed towards Jiang Ran pretending to be crazy: "Give Fan'er back to me!"

"Return the sail!..."

The scream that was almost tearing her throat stopped abruptly, and an extremely fair and yellowish arm directly grabbed her throat.

Jiang Ran had no expression on his face. He only frowned slightly and exerted slight pressure on his fingers, then he heard a crunching sound.

Luo Meng originally tried to struggle to grab Jiang Ran's arm, but before he could move, he found that his vocal cords and trachea, which could not be stretched at all, were squeezed together by a huge force.

Her neck was directly squeezed by Jiang Ran's hands until it was only one-third thick. As the nerves turned into a ball of paste in her neck, her brain quickly lost its vitality, and the madness in her eyes completely dimmed, and there was no more light.

Jiang Ran then used a little force and directly picked up Luo Meng by the neck and threw him on top of Luo Fan's body.

Luo Meng's wide-open mouth was facing the big hole in his brother's chest, and the paste that had been squeezed into a ball in his neck just poured out of his mouth, filling the black hole.

"Noisy."

He had no sense of guilt for killing the loving brother and sister. Instead, he waved his hand as impatiently as if he had been exposed to garbage, and spat out a cold word coldly and ruthlessly.

This strong wind caused by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth passed over Luo Hong's body, waking up the man who was immersed in sorrow and mourning.

Due to a series of complex factors such as deep hatred and deep responsibility, and before Luo Fan died, he changed his usual style of just hiding when something happened, and knew that he would die but still had no hesitation, which touched the deepest chord in Luo Hong's heart.

Therefore, after seeing his sister being pinched to death, perhaps because the impact was not as strong as before, his mood actually calmed down.

The deaths of Luo Fan and Luo Meng made him realize that the reason why he had been standing out might not be all to act as a brother and friend in front of Li Sutong.

Until this moment, Luo Hong finally understood the meaning of the words blood is thicker than water.

Thinking of this, the meaning of decay in his eyes became much lighter, and suddenly he had a strong desire to survive.

Going through all the memories over the decades in his mind, trying to find something that could impress a grandmaster.

When Jiang Ran slowly walked to stand next to his head and slowly raised his right foot, Luo Hong's eyes flashed and he shouted as fast as he could.

"Grandmaster Jiang, spare your life! Luo knows a kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure that can be used to make weapons that can carry the energy of transformation!"

weapon?Jiang Ran's expression moved slightly, and his right foot hanging above his face remained motionless.

Luo Hong's heartbeat slowed down for half a beat, and he realized that the soles of his shoes without any dust were no longer falling, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief as if he had survived a disaster.

"Tell me about it." Jiang Ran was slightly interested, but didn't hold out much hope.

"Li Sutong's Guyan Sword is made of this kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure. With this sword that can carry the true energy of transforming energy, he can stand out from the many dark energy and become the leader together with the great master."

"Where is the thing?"

What Jiang Ran was thinking at the moment was, if this thing could carry true energy, could it also carry an explosion of spiritual energy?

Luo Hong did not dare to delay. He first touted the power of this thing from the side, and then made his request: "I beg Grandmaster Jiang to spare my life. I will tell you the truth about the treasure."

After he finished speaking, he quietly closed his eyes and waited for the fate to be pronounced. Life or death depended on the other person's thoughts.

Jiang Ran was silent for a while, and then smiled imperceptibly, "Yes, if you tell the truth about the whereabouts of this treasure, I will spare your life."

After he finished speaking, Yan Yuqing, who had her back turned to him, couldn't help but turn her head to look, her eyes full of disbelief.

Luo Hong suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and suddenly opened his eyes. The master made a huge promise, and he didn't think Jiang Ran would regret it.

"This treasure is in Ningzhou, Poison Miasma Valley."

Jiang Ran nodded slightly and slowly moved his right foot away.

Luo Hong, whose vision was restored, suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and suppressed the trace of deeply hidden resentment.

"Grandmaster Jiang can spare you, but Venerable Xuanjian is unwilling to spare you."

Jiang Ran finished his words as if nothing had happened and raised his right foot again. This time, he didn't give Luo Hong a chance to speak.

Snapped--

With a little force, the head beneath his feet exploded into a ripe watermelon.

Water dripping and red.