His sharp eyes passed Zhilan and locked onto Liang Meng, whose black hair was still covered with grass debris.
Liang Meng felt uncomfortable all over when he was stared at by that gaze, and a sense of uneasiness rose in his heart.
"I underestimated you. You actually managed to escape from the Immortal Binding Curse."
Liang Meng: ???
Since I came here, I have only heard a deep male voice, apart from the man who carried me here.
Could it be this person? ?
"It was you who ordered me to be locked up in the woodshed?"
No wonder the voice sounded so familiar, it seemed like this was the big brother that the rough man was talking about.
Humph! That's right, it was this person in front of me. Not only did he almost starve me to death, he also made me almost pee my pants.
Liang Meng stood up slowly, and his eyes suddenly became cold and defensive as he looked at the man.
"Big, big brother. What are you doing? I won't let you hurt Sister Meng."
Zhilan saw his elder brother take a step back slightly, slowly opening his arms, as if he was going to kill Liang Meng. He hurried forward and grabbed his arm, his voice full of dissatisfaction with him and defense of Liang Meng.
"Sister Meng? Zhilan, how do you know her? Do you know her?"
"No, Sister Meng is not from the Qi family. No."
Zhilan hugged her elder brother's arm tightly, fearing that her elder brother would hurt Liang Meng.
"Zhilan, you are kind-hearted and easily deceived by the enemy. I saw with my own eyes how she injured our people that day."
"Sister Meng didn't mean to do that. She simply got lost and stumbled into your midst. You and the Yang clan were fighting, and Sister Meng was innocently implicated. Do you want her to watch danger approach and foolishly die without moving?"
Zhilan's soft voice was fierce and high-pitched, and her fair little face turned red, just like the ripe peaches hanging on the peach tree branches outside the corridor.
Zhilan was holding onto her brother's strong arms with all her strength, but Liang Meng stood there calmly with his arms folded across his chest, shaking his legs from time to time like a street thug, and looking at Zhilan's brother with provocative eyes.
Zhilan's eldest brother, Yang Qian, had a square face, thick black eyebrows, a straight nose with a large tip, and thick, dark purple lips, as if poisoned.
She wasn't good-looking, but she wasn't ugly either.
Because of his status as the patriarch, he rarely reveals his emotions. He always has a stern face, and his eyes are always stern but with a hint of rebuke.
Therefore, everyone in the Yang clan was afraid of him, including his younger sister Zhilan.
At this moment, the pair of frosty eyes stared straight at Liang Meng, with an obvious warning.
Although he didn't say anything, Liang Meng could see that he was asking her to be careful and he wouldn't let her go so easily.
Liang Meng raised the corner of her mouth slightly, her smile was provocative and contemptuous. If there was any account to be settled, it should be her who came to settle it with him.
"Sister Meng, my eldest brother was just anxious and angry when he saw his tribe members getting hurt. He was targeting the people of the Qi tribe, not you. Don't take it to heart."
After Yang Qian left, Zhilan turned around and pulled Liang Meng's arms with both hands, shaking them slightly and acting coquettishly.
Liang Meng smiled indifferently.
"Hehe...I won't take it to heart..."
Hearing Liang Meng say this, the simple Zhilan felt relieved.
She liked Liang Meng very much, so she naturally didn't want her to hold a grudge against her elder brother and become estranged from her.
Unfortunately, Zhilan did not fully understand Liang Meng's true meaning.
...I won't take it to heart, I will take action...retaliation!!
The next morning, according to the time Yang Qian usually got up, the maids walked into Yang Qian's bedroom with basins of water and clean clothes.
Then there were screams one after another, as if seeing some horrific scene that was too horrific to watch.
Then there was the sharp sound of the basin falling to the ground, and then a few roars of extreme anger and shame were heard in the chaos.
"Get out. Everyone, get out. Call Artest in."
So, what did the maids see?
When they pushed the door open and walked in, they looked up and saw their clan leader, the serious-looking Yang Qian, tied up with a hemp rope hanging from the beam in the hall.
This is not the point. The point is that although their patriarch is wearing clothes, it is a pink women's strapless long dress that is as gorgeous as peach and plum.
With that face that is black with red and red with purple, how can she be described as "stunningly beautiful".
One arm was hung high up, perhaps because it had been hung for a long time, and the dark skin turned black and purple.
The other arm was tied together with a leg that was stretched to the limit. In order to relieve the pain, Yang Qian tilted his head towards this side.
The scattered black hair hung down in a mess, with a few strands sticking to the forehead and temples covered with sweat.
The other leg was bent and tied to the thigh.
In such a twisted posture, it would be uncomfortable to be tied up like that, let alone hung.
That's not all. On his arms, which bulged with dark purple muscles, there were two words written in crooked black ink: 'From now on, we're even', and 'Goodbye, see you later'.
Perhaps when he was writing it, he felt that the word "bye-bye" would cause trouble to others, so he drew a big cross on the two words with a red ink pen, and followed it with the word "goodbye".
Think about it, Yang Qian was the designated successor to the clan leader since he was born. From childhood to adulthood, he was greeted with bows and kowtows wherever he went. How could he have suffered such an insult?
For Yang Qian, who was tied and hung like this for a whole night, the most unbearable thing was not the physical torture, but the extreme psychological humiliation.
His voice was sealed by spiritual power. He could not speak, nor shout. He waited until the maids pushed the door open and finally the seal was broken.
The maids were frightened and all covered their faces with their hands. They ran out of Yang Qian's room in panic and without any image.
One of them almost tripped over the threshold.
No one thought of closing the door to their respected patriarch, so that all the servants who passed by saw his "glorious image" clearly.
Speaking of which, where is A Tai that Yang Qian mentioned? Why hasn’t he come to rescue him yet?
Alas, Artest is in his own room right now, and his situation is even worse than his!
Tied up in the same position.
The difference is that Artest didn't even have a pink tube-top dress on him, only a few pieces of rags barely covering his important parts.
A piece of rag of unknown composition was stuffed tightly in his mouth, making him vomit upon smelling it.
Bullying the Yang clan leader and his close followers to such an extent was probably the greatest hatred between the Qi and Yang clans in the past few hundred years.
The instigator of this incident was now leisurely walking on his way back to Qi Mansion.
Thinking of the funny and hilarious appearance of those two people, Liang Meng laughed all the way.
Yang Qian is a cruel, ruthless, and vindictive man!
He originally wanted to assassinate Liang Meng because she injured someone from the Yang clan, and now he suffered such a great insult from her.
After he was untied from the hemp rope by the servants, he angrily drove everyone out of the house. He sat in a chair with red eyes and the bones in his hands cracking.
He swore that he would kill her!
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