The emperor's owl pets the little beast concubine

Chapter 193 The Land of the Extreme Region 051 Her Brother
Luo Jiuli here, after killing the monster insect that took Luo Cangtian's life, raised his eyes to find a breakthrough, and planned to leave the altar.

Since I didn't find my uncle in the city of exile, instead of wasting time here, it would be more practical to inquire about the news.
"Seven thousand fires!"

Seven giant fire formations emerged, and the extremely hot fireballs swirled out instantly, clearing a small open space around Luo Jiuli.

Luo Jiuli also took advantage of this moment to run towards the tall and strong figure on the far side of the altar.

Luo Yihan, who was walking towards Luo Jiuli step by step, saw Luo Jiuli running in his direction, his black eyes lit up, and his pace suddenly sped up a bit.

Luo Jiuli, who was approaching Su Huangqing, suddenly felt a slightly scorching gaze fall on him.

With a raised eyebrow, the black-haired boy looked along, slightly taken aback.

It's him? !
By the way, Bai Lihao said before that they would also go to the altar, so it is not surprising to meet them here
But why did she feel that the man came for her?
After Luo Jiuli's meal, Luo Yihan soon came to her side.

Facing those eyes as cold as the moon, Luo Jiuli's heart twitched, and that strange feeling emerged again.

Luo Yihan, who came to Luo Jiuli, was about to take off the mask on his face, but Luo Jiuli's eyes froze in vain, and then he was displaced by a force.

And Luo Jiuli dodged, moved behind Luo Yihan, and blocked the Batian Golden Spear in his hand, blocking a jointed limb with a scimitar-like end.

Luo Yihan's movements were also paused because of this, and then he didn't take off the mask, and raised his left hand, and the sneak attacking Mosquito formed a bottle of exquisite ice sculpture in an instant.

The next moment, the ice sculpture shattered.

And the demon insects frozen in the ice sculpture, shattered into tiny pieces of ice, scattered on the altar.

Luo Jiuli was stunned.

The cold air from the ice sculpture was so heavy that she, who was standing five meters away, couldn't bear it.

Just the coldness that went deep into the bone marrow, as if freezing her soul together, made her very afraid.
Who is this person? !

Could it be that he is another son of a powerful force going out to practice? ! !

Just when Luo Jiuli was in a daze, Luo Yihan took Luo Jiuli's hand and ran to the edge of the altar.

Feeling the slight coolness coming from his hands, Luo Jiuli's eyes flickered.

It felt damn familiar, but she just couldn't remember it.
On the side of the altar, the white-robed man who had been paying attention to Luo Jiuli, saw the scene in the middle of the altar, his eyes suddenly darkened.

The ice-white thunder raging in the sky suddenly became more violent, and the power of the ice thunder suddenly increased, which made both clans feel a clear threat.

Those black-armored guards in the exiled capital were vomiting blood in depression.

Previously, those ice thunders were aimed at places where the monsters were densely populated, but just now, for some reason, they fell wherever they wanted, without any rules at all!

Fuck it!

Even the monsters with hard shells will turn into ashes when touched by the ice-white thunder, let alone their
God, can you see it right? ! !

I didn't do anything bad, don't strike me with lightning! ~
A loud and strange cry sounded from nowhere, causing a large number of monsters to fly back together in midair.

Due to the retreat of the Mosquitoes, the fighting on the altar gradually came to an end; on the altar, the corpses of insects piled up into hills, with different shapes and sizes, and the insects were all red.

Even though it has lost its vitality, there is still a bit of ferocity left in the insect.

Looking at the few people left, the black-armored guards of the exiled city secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, doubts surfaced in their hearts.

In the previous insect festivals, only a small group of giant flying insects appeared.

This time, why did such a large number come?

Could it be because of the appearance of the double blood moon, or...
Luo Jiuli was pulled by Luo Yihan and ran all the way to the edge of the altar, but Luo Yihan's footsteps showed no sign of stopping.

Luo Jiuli frowned, what does he want to do?

If you keep running like this, you will fall off the altar and the seventh floor
A white afterimage suddenly appeared, blocking Luo Yihan's front.

Suhuangqing looked at the two intertwined hands, her eyes narrowed slightly, tinged with danger, "Jiujiu, come here."

That '[-]' made Luo Yihan's eyes suddenly darken.

The indifference on his body was instantly replaced by a chill, and the hand holding Luo Jiuli tightened involuntarily.

Luo Yihan: "I have something to tell her."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Su Huangqing and turned to face Luo Jiuli.

Raising his hand, Luo Yihan took off the mask attached to his face.

Those black eyes stared at Luo Jiuli without blinking, not letting go of every trace of emotion in the eyes of the person opposite.

The face covered by the mask, Qinghua is like a fairy, the facial features are extremely exquisite and beautiful, those eyes are as cold as the moon, especially eye-catching, it seems that a world is contained in it.

The man's facial lines, which flowed like flowing water, were soft but with inviolable holiness.

Even though at this moment, Luo Yihan was wearing a stern black armor; but his whole person gave people a kind of holy alienation, like a banished fairy who had cut off love and forfeited love in the nine heavens.

And that face was somewhat similar to Luo Jiuli's! !
Looking at the face in front of her, which had already been engraved in her heart, the pupils of the black-haired boy suddenly shrank, and several scenes quickly appeared in his mind.

And those pictures made the always strong her eyes turn red involuntarily.

In the first picture, the little boy is applying medicine to the injured little girl with a gentle expression on his face. He is holding the wound on the little girl's arm with both hands, blowing softly, and there is indelible pity in those black eyes.

In the second picture, a group of aristocratic children form a circle, facing the two brothers and sisters with fists and kicks.

And the little boy with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth was protecting the little girl in his arms, looking at the little girl's black eyes, which was still so gentle that it made one's heart fascinated.

In the third picture, the gentle man is lying unconscious on the bed. The little boy is hugging the red-eyed little girl, comforting him constantly. His thin shoulders seem to be able to support a world.
One picture after another flashed through his mind, and Luo Jiuli had mixed feelings in his heart.

It was the man who exhausted everything and softened her childhood years.

It was that person who, when his uncle was unconscious and the undercurrents in Luo Mansion were surging, provoked the whole family with his weak shoulders.

It was that person, before he went away to study, he spent a few nights to write down a thick book of daily life precautions
"elder brother."

The black-haired boy threw himself into Luo Yihan's arms, his hands tightly hugging Luo Yihan's thin waist.

And the water vapor in Luo Jiuli's eyes, after that soft call, condensed into a crystal teardrop, which quickly slid down from the corner of his eye.

Yes, this is her brother!
But when she was reborn inexplicably, a large number of memory fragments flooded in. She could feel that she had forgotten something important, but she couldn't remember it.

Now, look at the person in front of you.

She finally has the answer
(End of this chapter)