The most serious fall was when Qi Zhen fell down a slope and rolled down from it.
Blood was gushing out of his mouth, nose, and ears from the fall. Not only that, his arms and legs were all broken.
Because of the injury, Qi Zhen had to stay in bed for two months before he could barely walk.
This is not the worst.
The worst thing was that after a while, when Qi Zhen got used to the weight of the horn, he could walk normally and safely for a few days.
The horns seemed to have perception and grew taller and heavier.
This caused Qi Zhen to fall again and again, and all his injuries started all over again.
If you get used to it, I will grow up! Just to keep you from getting used to it!
That horn is more poisonous than Snow White's stepmother. It has been following Qi Zhen like a shadow for so many years, torturing Qi Zhen's body and mind.
Two years ago, this horn was so heavy that Qi Zhen would fall uncontrollably if he tilted his head even slightly.
They had no choice but to sit on a specially made wooden chair, which required someone to push them wherever they went. Even to the toilet, someone had to accompany them to undress and put on their clothes.
All these made Qi Zhen feel ashamed and angry.
I thought Qi Zhen must hate Zhilan very much. After all, such excruciating torture is lifelong.
But to Liang Meng's surprise, Qi Zhen's tone was gentle and calm when he talked about this curse.
It's not the kind of deliberate understatement. It's a sense of peace of mind after paying it forward.
Liang Meng thought that Qi Zhen must have understood that he owed Zhilan, so he allowed that horn to torture him for so many years.
Now that he has sought help in Yunmeng Hall, does it mean that Qi Zhen’s guilt towards Zhilan has completely disappeared?
Liang Meng tilted her head slightly and looked at Qi Zhen, who looked emaciated, sitting in the wooden chair with an indifferent gaze.
If he could have predicted this day, would Qi Zhen still be so heartless to Zhilan?
Thinking that Qi Zhen no longer felt any guilt towards Zhilan, the little sympathy that had just arisen in her heart for the torture Qi Zhen had endured over the years disappeared completely.
She just felt sorry for the woman in the bright red wedding dress.
According to Liang Meng's wishes, she was extremely reluctant to help the man in front of her. A living life and a heart full of love could only be melted away by the guilt of the past few years.
But the rules of Yunmeng Hall cannot be broken by anyone, so Liang Meng had no choice but to follow the rules.
"Hall Master"
Liang Meng walked to Qi Zhen, and just as he got into position and raised his arms, Qi Zhen, who was leaning back in his chair, suddenly spoke.
"What's wrong?"
"Master, Qi Zhen no longer cares about the horns on his head. He only asks you to break the curse."
Isn't that what it means?
Once the curse is lifted, the horns on your head will naturally disappear.
Liang Meng thought so and said it out loud, with a mocking tone in his voice.
"I feel so ashamed towards Zhilan. I never thought that my decision would actually kill her. She deserves to curse me, and I am willing to endure it. No matter how many years it takes, I am willing to endure it. I owe it to her."
Two lines of clear tears rolled down from the corners of Qi Zhen's eyes as he spoke with a sob, dripping onto his washed-out gray clothes, creating a shadow.
"But the other members of the Qi family are innocent and should not be implicated by me. The Qi family cannot be extinct because of me, and even more so, it cannot be annihilated because of me."
Liang Meng nodded. Qi Zhen's words of regret to Zhilan made her feel a little better.
"Don't worry. Since you've come to Yunmeng Hall, I won't let you down. I'll use my spiritual power to remove the horns on your head first."
As he spoke, he raised his arm again.
At first, Liang Meng was confident that with her spiritual power, it would be no problem for her to get rid of this antagonist.
But who would have thought that when he tried to use his spiritual power to forcibly remove the horn, the resistance he encountered was so strong that Liang Meng was powerless to resist.
In order to avoid hurting innocent people and to avoid getting hurt again, Liang Meng did not grit his teeth and confront the enemy head-on.
Since it is impossible to completely eliminate it with spiritual power, Liang Meng wondered if he could use spiritual power to cut off the horns from the roots.
Although there is still a part left, at least the weight is gone, and daily life will at least not be affected.
As expected, the cutting went smoothly. The thick, gray horn fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Unexpectedly, before everyone could fully smile, another hair quickly grew on Qi Zhen's head.
Exactly the same thickness and size.
The glimmer of joy that had just ignited in Qi Zhen's brown eyes was instantly extinguished by the weight pressing down on his head.
"What's going on?"
Liang Meng looked at the legend, then looked at his own hands still raised in the air.
She's still as fair, soft, and slender as ever. Why is her spiritual power no longer working?
Liang Meng couldn't help but wonder if drinking, especially getting drunk, had a particular impact on spiritual power.
"Hall Master"
Chuanqi took a step forward, his expression unusually serious, a far cry from his usual adorable, silly look.
Before Liang Meng could be surprised, his attention was drawn to Chuanqi's next words.
"Master, the blood in the palm of your hand and the blood in your heart are connected. If you curse with this..."
Chuanqi stood beside Liang Meng with his head slightly lowered. When he said this, he looked at Liang Meng and slowly shook his head before continuing with his unfinished words.
"Legend thinks that unless one obtains the blood from the palm of the cursed person, there is probably no way to break it."
As he said this, he glanced at Qi Zhen without any emotion.
Liang Meng turned around and looked at Chuanqi, then nodded slightly and slowly.
OK, let’s go to sleep and walk~~
Chuanqi carefully put away the white porcelain bottle containing Qi Zhen's fingertip blood. After seeing Qi Zhen off, he turned and walked towards Yun Nian.
Liang Meng, on the other hand, stayed in Yingmeng Pavilion and waited.
Chuanqi came back quickly, holding a white porcelain medicine bowl that Liang Meng was very familiar with.
Looking at the black medicinal juice, Liang Meng's mouth twitched involuntarily.
Speaking of which, the head of the hall has a real sickly physique.
Bite your finger, drip some blood, stir it evenly, tilt your head back to drink the medicine, lie down on the black ice bed, and wait to fall asleep.
A series of operations, as smooth as flowing water.
After Liang Meng lay on the Xuanbing bed with a calm face and even breathing, Yun Xuchen walked in.
Chuanqi stood up respectfully, looking at Yun Xuchen's resolute face. His voice was filled with worry.
"Is that really the case?"
"You already know it, so there's no need to ask."
After Yun Xuchen finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked at Liang Meng steadily, then took out the mask from his sleeve and put it on.
The mask is as terrifying as Chenluo's.
By the way, can wearing a scary mask give you courage?
With a puff of white smoke, Yun Xuchen disappeared from the Yingmeng Pavilion. However, this time, the legend did not transform back into a giant lion and lie down beside Liang Meng to guard him.
Instead, he stood up and walked out the door, looking around the bare and silent spacious courtyard, especially looking in the direction of the library for a long time.
Everything is safe and normal.
Legend turned around and faced Yingmeng Pavilion, quickly swinging his hands and crossing them in front of him. As he chanted a spell, his wide sleeves swept towards Yingmeng Pavilion.
A golden halo enveloped the roof of Yingmeng Pavilion.
Legend then withdrew his hand with satisfaction, transformed back into a lion and lay down outside the door of Yingmeng Pavilion, his alert and dangerous eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.
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