The younger brother Cousin Luo met at Jiulan Academy? His name is one letter?
According to this information, there is only one possibility, and that is robbery.
She had seen Jie twice, in the library tower.
She vaguely remembered that the boy named Jie was very ugly and skinny. There was no way she could relate to the stunningly beautiful boy in front of her now!
There was another light night breeze.
The wooden gauze curtain on the sedan chair was blown back to its original position.
The profile of the beautiful young man was covered again, and only a handsome figure could be vaguely seen. A little thin, but not too thin.
"no!"
Mu Ranran suddenly shouted loudly, "Anyone can be the sacrifice, but it can't be a robbery!"
Although she had only met Zed twice, she knew very well the position Zed held in Cousin Luo's heart.
"Xiaoran!" Mu Yuanshan glared at his favorite daughter in surprise and whispered, "Don't cause trouble!"
It was a pity that there were very few people left in the venue, but after Mu Ranran shouted with such a loud voice, everyone including Ling Zhan heard her words.
"Grandpa Ling!"
Mu Ranran didn't care so much, pushed his father away, rushed forward, jumped onto the stage, stood next to Ling Zhan, and grabbed his sleeve.
"What's wrong? Xiaoran?" Ling Zhan frowned and looked at this junior, "Is there something wrong?"
Mu Ranran said anxiously: "Jie is someone that Cousin Luo cares about very much. If Cousin Luo hadn't died, we would have given Jie to the two Martial Gods as top-notch products. Cousin Luo would have hated us to death!"
Ling Zhan's frown deepened and he said: "That thirteen-year-old boy is extremely talented, his spiritual realm has reached a terrifying state, and he practices very weird magic. A sacrifice like him should be the two gods of war.
My favorite!”
"But that's not the problem!" Mu Ranran pointed at the sedan chair with a finger and said with an extremely anxious expression, "But that person is Cousin Luo's younger brother!"
"What brother?" Ling Zhan said with a hint of disapproval in his eyes, "Luo'er is the only daughter of Nie'er and Yu Ling."
It doesn’t make sense at all!
Mu Ranran just wanted to hit the wall!
At this moment, two extremely embarrassed-looking people rushed into the depths of the venue, stumbling all the way, with tears of fear on their faces, and screaming as they ran.
"Ling Luo's ghost is back!"
"Help! Ling Luo's ghost has come back to claim his life!"
The shrill screams resounded throughout the entire front hall.
"The wronged soul is asking for his life! Ling Luo wants to kill me! Grandpa, help me!"
"Ling Luo's ghost is going to kill Yue'er!"
Compared to Ling Ziying's voice, Ling Yue's voice was much sharper and more miserable.
The eyes of everyone in the front hall were attracted by these two crazy-looking young men, a man and a woman.
Mu Ranran turned his head in surprise, his face was a little dull, and he murmured: "The wronged soul... demanding life... Cousin Luo?"
What is the situation?
Is cousin Luo really dead?
Today is the seventh day. Is her soul really back?
Mu Ranran's hands began to tremble.
Suddenly, she felt a strong force. Ling Zhan slammed her hand away, tiptoed to the ground, and ran towards Ling Yue and Ling Ziying.
It's a pity that there is someone faster than Ling Zhan.