League of Legends Supreme Throne

Chapter 385 Calm, Calm

Tick.

This was the sound of the tea in the teacup in Mr. Luo's hands dripping onto the table due to his shaking hands.

1 gallon. 300 million?
not expensive?

Could it be that he has been completely derailed from society by staying at home for too long?

For the first time, Mr. Luo had self-doubt.

He still vaguely remembers that his salary before retirement was only RMB 4000 a month.

300 million, that is the entire net worth of a small rich man.

In a city like Lou City, 300 million is enough to buy a high-end community house.

Moreover, here is 500 Lun. The power of the stars?
300 million multiplied by 500, etc. How much is it equal?

Mr. Luo suddenly felt that his brain was not enough.

"no!"

After thinking about it, Mr. Luo still sternly refused: "Yun'er, you earned this with your hard work, how can we want it?"

"You are still very young now, and there will be a long time in the future. You should keep the power of the stars for yourself."

After Luo Yun explained, Mr. Luo could also understand the value of the power of stars.

But because of this, he was unwilling to accept Luo Yun's gift.

Old people are like this, they think that they are dying, and good things should be left to their children and grandchildren.

But in fact, what they think is extremely precious is often not worth mentioning in the eyes of their own children and grandchildren.

This is not stupidity, nor is it ignorance, this is the emotion in the bones of human beings.

Luo Yun understands all this.

He smiled helplessly, and explained: "Grandpa, I have already been promoted to the ninth-rank throne, and this thing is completely useless to me."

"Useless?"

Mr. Luo was full of disbelief, as if I don't read enough and you don't lie to me.

But he also knew that Luo Yun rarely lied about these things.

After pondering for a while, Mr. Luo still declined and said, "It's useless, you can sell it for money. We're all old at 1 million miles per gallon, so how can we use this?"

Sell ​​it for money?

Luo Yun never thought about turning the power of the stars into renminbi.

Now the power of the stars is the hard currency, but whether money will become paper one day is still a matter of debate.

Besides, Luo Yun really doesn't have any concept of money anymore. In his bank card, there are probably more than 1000 million odds and ends in change.

If you do something casually, you may get hundreds of millions of benefits.

When the money reaches a certain level, it is just a series of numbers without much practical significance.

"Grandpa, you are not old. You are only in your 80s. How old are you?"

Luo Yun gently sat next to Mr. Luo, and said with a smile: "Many people I know are one or two hundred years old, and they still look like young people."

"You, if the rank goes up, it will be the same as them."

Luo Yun's words obviously moved Mr. Luo, who was obviously stunned for a moment.

And Grandma Luo's eyes showed yearning.

The so-called money is hard to buy when you are young, who doesn't want to be young forever?

Mr. Luo is quite open-minded, he thought about it, and finally agreed: "Okay, then I will fight again, old man."

"When we are young again, we can help you take care of your great-grandchildren."

When Mr. Luo said this, Grandma Luo's look of longing grew stronger.

Luo Yun didn't know why the old man yearned so much for holding grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

At least in his current mind, he doesn't have any cold for creatures like children.

"By the way, Yun'er, do you still remember what Mom told you last time?"

At this time, Zhang Wei had already served the prepared meals on the table, and when she heard Mr. Luo talking about her great-grandson, her mind became alive.

"What's the matter?" Luo Yun suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"It's what I told you last time, the daughter of your Aunt Wang's family, she."

"Mom, I have something else to do, I'll go first!"

Saying that, Luo Yun flew to become a monk as if fleeing from disaster.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei's face immediately turned down.

However, her speed was obviously not as fast as Luo Yun's. As soon as she chased to the door, Luo Yun disappeared.

In desperation, Zhang Wei angrily took out her mobile phone and sent a voice message to Luo Yun.

"Run away as soon as you say this, run away as soon as you say this, and you will turn against me! If I don't hold my grandson in a few years, see if I don't beat you up!"

Luo Jianguo didn't respond that way. Instead, he tried to persuade him: "Xiaowei, our son is still young and so good, why are you so anxious!"

"When a good man is young, he should go out and make more adventures!"

"Chuang Chuang Chuang, can't Chuang Chuang get married first?"

Zhang Wei seemed to have found a place to vent, and she scolded Luo Jianguo: "I think Yun'er is like this now, it's because of your blind indoctrination."

"hey-hey."

Luo Jianguo didn't dare to refute, so he could only smile awkwardly.

".See if I don't beat you up!"

Hearing his mother's voice coming from the phone, Luo Yun's hairs almost stood on end.

It turns out that no matter how good you are outside, your mom is still your mom.

She said that if she beats you to jump up, you will never dare to get angry, and you will even be a little scared.

Drop drop drop.
Just as Luo Yun put down the phone, the ringtone rang again.

Frightened, he picked up his phone, and he was relieved when he saw that the note on it was Xiaosong.

"Hey, Komatsu, what's the matter?"

"Boss, my admiration for you is like a torrential river, and it's like the Yellow River flooding out of control."

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"speak English!"

"Boss, you are so fucking awesome! How did you get promoted to the throne without saying a word?"

There was endless excitement in Wang Song's voice. When he saw Luo Yun revealing that he was the King of Flowing Clouds on the news, Wang Song immediately made an announcement in the backstage of the club.

And because of this announcement, the entire underworld club almost evaporated.

An SSS-level club means it's good to have a throne, but that's just a rumor after all.

Now that it has been thoroughly confirmed, how can they not be excited.

Now when the members of the Hell Club wear their medals, they walk with their heads held high, for fear that others will not know that they are members of the Hell Club.

"Xiao Song, have you lost your mind today?"

Luo Yun frowned, and said impatiently: "Didn't I already tell you about this when I left the customs?"

"No, boss, I mean, you are finally willing to stand in front of the stage officially!"

As Wang Song said, he seemed to have seen something extraordinary again, and his tone changed with excitement: "Boss, read the latest news."

"Look at your size, can you calm down when you encounter something?"

Luo Yun was very dissatisfied with Wang Song's fussy behavior: "You are no longer stable at all, can you be more mature like me?"

As he spoke, Luo Yun took a sip of Wangzai's milk, and immediately opened the news homepage.

When he saw the content of the news, all the milk in his mouth was sprayed on the screen.

Immediately, he couldn't help shouting: "Fuck!"

(End of this chapter)