There is no need to say more. A look of trust from each other is worth a thousand words, and they are willing to go through fire and water for it.
Liang Meng originally thought that he would have to go back to the dreamland for internship a few more times before he would have a chance to become a full-time employee, but who would have thought that he was too outstanding.
Entering the dream is accurate, and exiting the dream is flawless.
The important thing is that all the problems in the dream were solved perfectly.
Oh, it's so excellent that it's outrageous.
hey-hey·····
Look, the new and real mission is here so soon.
Let me ask, who else!!
The person who came to Yunmeng Hall this time was a very strange-looking person.
On top of the man's head was a horn about half a meter long and as thick as a newborn baby's arm.
Yes, yes, that person’s true form is a cow.
However, his strange horn grows on a human body.
Because of that long, thick, and obviously heavy horn.
The man did not come by walking, but was pushed here by someone on a wooden chair with four wooden wheels.
"Master, please~~"
The man was originally leaning back in his chair. To show his respect for Liang Meng, he tried his best to raise his head and look at Liang Meng. However, he lost his balance and fell forward.
Fortunately, the woman behind him was quick-witted and grabbed his collar in time and pulled him back. Otherwise, he would have fallen to the ground and been covered in blood.
"Just sit down and talk. No need to be polite. You... you came to Yunmeng Hall for the horns on your head, right?"
The man leaned his head back on the chair, breathing a little quickly. He turned his head slightly, looked at Liang Meng who walked in front of him, and said yes.
"What's wrong with you?"
Liang Mengwei tilted her head and looked at the particularly ugly gray horn.
I was really wondering: how could such a thick thing grow out of that tiny head?
Obviously there is no match!
"Master,"
The man raised his head and looked at Liang Meng respectfully with his small black eyes.
His face was sallow, like a refugee who had been starving for a long time, and the bruises on his wrinkled forehead and cheeks were still not fully healed.
I guess he must have fallen down many times because of this horn.
"Master, I have been cursed."
The man's voice contained an indescribable emotion, neither hatred nor resentment, but rather helplessness.
His bony hands rested on his legs, clasped loosely. The dark blue veins and distinct hand bones bulged horribly.
There was helplessness and despair as well as helpless sighs in the wet eyes.
"Not only me, but also our entire family. I hope the hall master can break the curse."
The wetness turned into drops of water and flowed silently and sadly from the corners of his eyes.
"Cursed? Cursed by whom?"
Liang Meng stood with her hands behind her back, looking down at the man with a serious and puzzled expression. She sympathized with the man, but she wanted to know the whole story.
The man rolled his eyes and looked at the woman standing behind him. The woman met his gaze calmly, nodded and smiled slightly.
The man then looked at Liang Meng again and spoke.
"It's...it's Zhilan."
The man raised his sleeve to wipe the tears that had slid down his cheeks and chin, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"Zhilan? ...Who is it?"
The man lowered his eyes slightly, no longer looking at Liang Meng, and spoke softly.
"We were once in love."
The man's sallow face showed a hint of life as it was flushed.
Were we in love...? That means we didn't end up together.
Liang Meng turned and looked at the woman behind the man.
She was wearing a rough and worn linen shirt without any pattern on it. Although her hair was meticulously combed, she also did not have any silver hairpins or jewelry on her head.
Although his face was pale, he did not look sick. His lips were pressed into a slit, revealing a certain strength and resilience.
There was nothing attractive about this woman, either in terms of appearance or clothing.
The only thing that stood out about her was probably her cold, resolute, and calm eyes. They were eyes that would not panic at all even if a mountain collapsed before their eyes.
Liang Meng withdrew his gaze from the woman, looked at the man, and pointed at the horns on his head.
"Why did she curse you?"
"Because I betrayed her."
The man's voice trembled slightly, and I wonder if it was because of regret for the past.
"Why?"
Liang Meng's voice sounded impatient, but she still continued to ask patiently.
A heartless person is not worthy of your sweet words.
"Master, please forgive Qi Zhen for not telling me. Qi Zhen once swore before the spirits of his ancestors that he would never reveal this matter."
"Then say what you can."
Liang Meng stopped looking at Qi Zhen and turned to sit down in a chair. The anger in his hard tone was clearly felt by everyone in the room.
All were silent.
After a long time, Qi Zhen's voice came through the ups and downs of memories.
When Qi Zhen was young, he fell in love with the beautiful and lovely Zhilan, even though she was a woman from Qi's enemy family.
At that time, the love between the two was pure and strong, and they were young and energetic. Even though they faced strong opposition from both families, they still did not hesitate.
The two promised that they would rather elope and go far away than leave each other.
But later, for some unknown reason, Qi Zhen suddenly changed his mind and married another woman in a lightning speed.
At that time, Zhilan was still intoxicated in the beautiful dream that Qi Zhen had woven for her, and was still fantasizing about going far away with Qi Zhen and living a life of sweet love with only each other.
When she got the news and ran all the way to find Qi Zhen, the fiery red wedding character on the door was like a basin of icy snow water, freezing her blood and breathing.
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