The Emperor Descending the Heavens

Ancient city in sunny day, Luo family.

On the top floor of a pavilion, a boy with his hands on his back, looking quietly into the distance, a temperament inconsistent with his age appeared on his face.

I saw him with melancholy, not innocence, his eyes flashing with confusion, his brows locked together, as if something was entangled in him.

This is the temperament of an adult person, which should not have appeared in a boy, but the scene before him now appears in this boy.

This gloomy boy is not someone else, but the one who once led Qin Yu in Qingfangfang City.

In fact, his name was Luo Hao, the son of the Luo family chief.

However, because of his natural defects, his body has remained in the child stage, and he is no longer a child.

In his capacity as the Luo family, he should have inherited Datong and enjoyed prosperity and prosperity, but it was because of his physical defects that he once lost his status in the clan. I'm afraid the Luo family has no place for him.

To outsiders, what kind of great work can a child do?

Wouldn't it be a joke for others to let him take control of the Luo family?

For this reason, Luo Hao was unwilling to be doomed by the heavens. He was mixed in Kaitian Gambling Stone City every day, in order to catch the strange things of the world and find the existence that can reverse his life for himself.

Many years ago, he had discovered that the Luo family was declining, and with the ease of the days, those gold explorers of the Luo family were regressing.

Therefore, he wants to set up his own gold exploration team, lay a solid foundation for himself in the family, and even lead the family to create greater glories.

"Master, there is still another month. The new generation of our Luo family's immediate children should hold a clan race. I don't know how much you know about this?"

Luo Wei came slowly, came behind the boy Luo Hao, and said slowly.

As soon as the sound came out, Luo Hao immediately returned to God.

"That's what my mother asked you to ask?" Luo Hao looked back at him and quickly turned his eyes elsewhere.

Lowe nodded and replied: "Yes, Madam said, if you are not sure, she can keep you away from disputes and carefree!"

"Oh ... no need, my life, I'll take the shot. If I lose, I'll recognize it!" Luo Hao smiled, but his eyes were full of perseverance.

When Rowe saw this, he stopped talking and turned away silently.

After he left, Luo Hao took out a messaging jade card from his arms and remained silent for a long time. Finally, a message was imprinted and passed out.

"You are my only hope for Luo Hao, maybe I have no choice!"

Luo Hao whispered after putting away the jade card of rumors.

at the same time.

Floodland ...

In the depths of the undulating mountains and cliffs, there is a strange race.

They are the Golden Eagles.

The Golden Eagles are similar to humans, but they are born with a pair of golden wings and a pair of sharp eyes like falcons, so they are called Golden Eagles.

The Golden Eagles are good at camouflage, flying, and probing.

They can travel thousands of miles a day, visit every corner, and look for things that ordinary people cannot find, and they are particularly sensitive to material properties.

At the moment, in the belly of a cliff, a group of Golden Eagles are gathering together, seemingly discussing something big.

The white-browed Golden Eagle tribe sitting in the first place is the patriarch of the Golden Eagle tribe, Jin Chan.

At this moment, dozens of Golden Eagles seem to be blaming something. In front of them, a young man frowns.

"Patriarch, I think Jinxian is simply wasting our Golden Eagle resources. We have wasted so much manpower, material and financial resources to help him find someone, but now it's OK, the employer is gone, who will be responsible for our loss? "

A young Golden Eagle tribe appealed indignantly to the patriarch sitting above him.