Luo Zhenwei said.

"I think it's very meaningful. I would rather be a deadbeat than a dead ghost."

Luo Zhenhe said disdainfully: "And I think I am not the only one in the Luo family who thinks this way."

Wow! As Luo Zhenhe finished speaking, nearly half of the Luo family's children stood behind Luo Zhenhe.

"You...poof..." Luo Zhenwei was so angry that he vomited blood.

"Great Elder, no, Luo Zhenhe, it turns out that Ling Yun was right. You are not only a traitor, but you have also been plotting evil for a long time."

Luo Qingyuan said.

"Okay, I don't want to talk nonsense with you either. Ling Yun will also die tonight."

Luo Zhenhe's voice was cold, "Now I will give you one last chance. If you don't want to die, come behind me. If you want to die, just continue to fight Luo Zhenwei."

Suddenly, a small number of people joined Luo Zhenhe's team.

In the end, only one-third of the clan members remained behind Luo Zhenwei.

Luo Zhenwei's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"Elder Luo, I hope the speed can be faster to avoid unnecessary trouble."

An old man in gray robe appeared next to Luo Zhenhe and said in a cold voice.

This old man in gray robe is none other than the master of Youying's Eight Transformations.

"good."

Luo Zhenhe was shocked and did not dare to hesitate any longer.

Just as he was about to give the order, two figures appeared.

"You are already too slow."
Chapter completed!