By the lotus pond.

Steward Chen began to make tea leisurely. Since Luo Hong said he would solve the problem himself, he was happy to relax. He rubbed the ancient sword Jiao with one hand while admiring the two delicate red carps under the lotus leaves.

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Luo Hong walked to the side of the Confucian scholar, but the Confucian scholar was happy and fearless, with his back straight.

There was sneer, disdain, and the arrogance of a scholar between his eyebrows.

Many Confucian scholars could not understand Luo Hong, who had an excellent reputation. What they, the scholars, wanted most was for his reputation to spread far and wide.

The literati were naturally jealous of each other, so they were naturally jealous of Luo Hong, who had an excellent reputation.

What is elegance and easygoingness, what is an example of justice?

The better I praised you at first, the harsher I scold you now!

"This young master...should be killed?"

The Confucian scholar turned his head and looked at Luo Hong, "Yes, you murderer! Just kill him!"

"If you still have humanity, you should commit suicide and go to Zhao Mansion to apologize for the hundreds of people who died in Zhao Mansion!"

The more the Confucian scholar talked, the more excited he became.

He stood at the highest point of morality, overlooking Luo Hong, suppressing the former example of justice in Anping County, he... felt so good!

"Apologise?"

Luo Hong smiled.

"Sure enough, Bai Wuyi is a scholar."

"Have you ever heard of the saying, don't encourage others to do good if you don't know they are suffering?"

Luo Hong raised his hand and looked in the direction of Zhao Donghan, who was standing on the stairs, as tall as a hill.

The knife on Zhao Donghan's waist suddenly trembled.

Wisps of sword energy wrapped around it, and the sword was pulled out from the air.

The knife exploded and fell into Luo Hong's hands.

Holding the handle of the knife in his hand, Luo Hong tilted his head and glanced at the bustling crowd of people, the indignant people.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Go ahead and present the facts and be reasonable.

He looked at the Confucian scholar.

"You want to apologize, right?"

The Confucian scholar's expression changed slightly, and he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

"You...what are you doing?!"

Luo Hong had a warm smile on his face.

The sharp and cold knife was placed on the Confucian scholar's neck.

It's like painting a freehand landscape, with a knife like splashing ink.

Touch it slowly.

The Confucian scholar covered his neck and widened his eyes.

Blood suddenly spurted out from between the fingers.

The whole long street.

For a moment, there was silence.
Chapter completed!