Liu Qingchen was about to walk towards the young man when he suddenly noticed a group of people appearing in front of him. When the young man saw them, panic appeared in his eyes.
When Liu Qingchen saw this, he paused and decided to take a look at the situation first.
"Master Luo, please come back with us." Yan Luo slowly walked towards the young man from behind the crowd and looked at him coldly and said.
Seeing the person coming, the young man's face couldn't help but turn paler. He didn't expect that person would send Yan Luo, the secret guard with the best tracking skills, to catch him. He couldn't help but feel despair in his heart. He knew very well that as long as Yan Luo was there, he would definitely escape.
Can't.
No, he must not be captured again. The young man clenched his hands into fists, his joints turning white. He forced himself to calm down, and looked around with his eyes vaguely, looking for an opportunity to escape.
Yan Luo saw through the young man's thoughts at a glance, and a look of contempt flashed through her eyes, "Mr. Luo, please don't waste your efforts. It is impossible for you to escape from my hands. You should just follow us obediently now."
"No, I don't want to go back to Hanyue City again." The young man stepped back nervously, but he was originally standing against the wall. As soon as he stepped back, his back hit the wall and there was no way to retreat.
"Mr. Luo, the eldest son has been very kind to you over the years. I really don't understand why you ran away so hard. How do you, a man, live outside? Look at you, you just ran away for a few days and you have already given yourself up."
In such a mess, you should just follow us back obediently." Yan Luo looked at the young man and said in a rare and slightly soft voice.
"Haha, Yanluo, you are really good at telling lies. The torture Han Yuebing has put on me for these eight years is actually considered 'not weak' in your eyes." The young man sneered with hatred flashing in his eyes.
Over the past eight years, Han Yuebing often loses his temper for no reason, and then changes his ways to torture him. The most common method is to beat him violently, sometimes with a whip, sometimes with bamboo and cane, or with a thick stick. After eight years,
, the wounds on his body have never been broken, and new wounds are often added to the old wounds before they heal. If it were not for his strong will to survive, he would have died under the torture of Han Yuebing.
"At least the eldest son didn't kill you, and he even saved you." Upon hearing this, Yan Luo twitched the corners of her mouth, drooped her eyelids, and said in a stiff voice.
Hearing her words, the young man's dark eyes flashed with a heart-stopping hatred, "Shut up, Han Yuebing killed my father, killed my mother, and his sister was also killed and her whereabouts are unknown. He
They also set fire to my home, turning me from a happy child loved by my parents and protected by my sister overnight to an orphan without a mother and father. Finally, they kidnapped me and tortured me for eight consecutive years.
I just wish I could kill that vicious man with my own hands and avenge my family, the Luo family."
Yan Luo looked at the strong resentment in the young man's eyes, and her heart couldn't help but tremble slightly. It was not that she couldn't understand his mood at this time. What the eldest son did back then was indeed too much. Although she didn't agree with it in her heart, she still
She can't question the young master, because her life was given by the young master. Without the young master's rescue back then, she would have died long ago, and she would not have achieved what she has today.
Yan Luo is an orphan without a father or mother. She doesn't know who her parents are or where her home is. She has been a helpless little beggar wandering around since she can remember.