Miss Eight Series Summoner

Because such a person with a strong and powerful identity is destined to not need to be low-key. Wherever he goes, he is respected and complimented. It is a habitual common sense to enjoy the benefits offered by all parties.

However, Feng Xi is different. She doesn't like the summoner who wears the ring of contract, and he doesn't like the summoner who has not yet battled the vanguard. Is the only exception.

Therefore, at this time, Feng Xi and others are not too special in the eyes of everyone, because in everyone’s opinion, with such a noble identity as a powerful summoner, how could they be good at dealing with a dull genius waste? Speaking out does not make people laugh generously, nor can anyone believe it.

Luoyang Shui, who was standing outside the door, suddenly chuckled, and his deep eyes seemed to have a touch of satisfaction. For such a ‘spectacular’ sight, it did cater to the effect he wanted.

Turning his head slightly, he said to Feng Xi who was beside him; "Those who spoke were all my father’s children, and the dozens of those who didn’t speak were the children of my uncle, except for my eldest son. Known as qualified to inherit the position of the head of the family."

When Luoyang Shui said these words, there was an obvious aftertaste of mockery.

Feng Xi glanced at a group of young people. Many of them seemed to be about the same age. It seemed that the Luo family was really well-developed, but these children seemed to be of average aptitude.

Although he has never seen Luoyang Shui's true strength, he can see the soul of the soul skywing at a glance, which shows that Luoyang Shui definitely has his unique ability.

But the Luo family strangely abolished him from his inheritance qualifications, and he was still an eldest son, and he didn't have any hard background. In any case, he didn't think it justified.

However, Feng Xi's thoughts didn't last long, and were interrupted by what happened below.

"You trash, is there a place for you to speak here too, get out of here!" a young man yelled disdainfully.

Luoyang Shui still had that faint smile on his face, waste? This word has already become his endorsement, and it carries insults and contempt. However, Luoyang Shui has never changed his face and has no mood swings.

A title, for him now, is no longer a big deal, because the real waste will be thunderous and fiercely want to refute.

On the contrary, regenerate your energy, wait for the opportunity, and determine the outcome with one blow. This is what the real king does.

"Dare to stand in my way, you are a waste of death! Go away..." One of the older men with a huge build seemed to be unpleasant seeing his smiling expression. One stepped forward and stretched out his hand. Luoyang water will be pushed aside.

Like this man, Luoyang Shui is relatively slender, but there is still a kind of hen to chicks, and there is no resistance at all, and he is almost pushed down to the ground.

Feng Xi narrowed her eyes, stretched out her hand and pulled Luoyang water firmly and firmly.

"Do you dare to help him and find death..." The man is huge, standing in front of Feng Xi, his size is very obvious, and the shadow standing in front of Feng Xi completely covers Feng Xi.

Seeing this, Jin Jiaye behind Feng Xi's eyes darkened, and the cold breath ran deep into his eyes, but he didn't need to do anything...