Liang Meng carried her to the bed and laid her down, his heart aching again.
When I held this child just now, the protruding bones on her back hurt my arms.
He pulled the quilt next to him and covered Zhilan with it. Zhilan twitched violently as if she was frightened.
His lips, bloodless, trembled in grievance as he unconsciously called out "Brother Zhen".
Liang Meng raised his hand to wipe away the tears that rolled down Zhilan's eyes, and then gently patted Zhilan's arm.
Looking at Zhilan curled up in the quilt, looking pitiful, her body shaking from time to time, Liang Meng couldn't help but shed two tears of heartache on the quilt that was just blooming with peach blossoms.
Only after Zhilan fell asleep did Liang Meng quietly open the door and go out.
She's going to find someone to settle the score with.
BANG!!
Liang Meng kicked the door open.
Yang Qian sat in a chair in the hallway, not reacting much. Standing next to Yang Qian, however, was the toothless A-Tai, his face filled with rage, the horrific scar between his eyebrows twitching like a centipede.
"Atai."
Yang Qian shouted at A Tai who was raising his arm towards Liang Meng in a threatening manner.
Liang Meng stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at A Tai with disdain.
The corner of her red lips curled up, and she snorted coldly. Then, with a wave of her hand, Artest's towering figure flew onto the wall.
Bang! A very loud sound.
Most people would just give a brief account of it.
I saw the second-rate man, A'tai, lying on the ground, his dark face flushed red, with blue veins bulging on his forehead and neck.
He squirmed on the ground for a long time before getting up.
Looking at Liang Meng's eyes, he seemed to want to eat her flesh and drink her blood, and even pull out all the tendons and veins in her body and play with them for three days and three nights.
"Atai, go out first. Don't come in without my permission."
"Brother..."
"go out!"
He flicked his sleeves in anger, and glared at Liang Meng fiercely with his huge eyes like copper bells.
Although he was limping, every step he took was filled with the brutality that wanted to crush Liang Meng.
"Manipulation is extremely detrimental to a person's mind, and you actually did this to your own sister."
Liang Meng remained motionless, his hands clenched into fists behind his back. A cold murderous intent surged through his body.
She glared at Yang Qian with gritted teeth, her angry eyes wide open as if she wanted to spit out fire and burn the man in front of her who almost caused Zhilan's death to ashes.
Yang Qian still sat upright in his chair, a trace of guilt flashing across his face, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The hand holding the teacup unconsciously tightened, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Liang Meng was equally ferocious and fierce.
"I'm just helping Lan'er forget what she should forget."
Yang Qian's tone was light and weightless.
He was so nonchalant. Those who knew that Na Zhilan was his biological sister would think that she was just an insignificant stranger.
"Do you know that Zhilan almost..."
"Brother, something bad has happened! Zhilan, she, Zhilan, she's in trouble."
Before Liang Meng could finish her words, she was interrupted by A Tai's panicked voice who suddenly broke in.
"What happened to Lan'er?"
A-Tai had always been by Yang Qian's side, having experienced countless battles, big and small. Although he was a reckless person, he was definitely not someone who could not stand still.
At this moment, seeing A Tai's twisted face that looked like he was about to cry, Yang Qian's calmness disappeared. He suddenly stood up and took a few steps to A Tai, with a trembling tremor in his stern voice.
"Brother, go and take a look."
As he spoke, he trembled and pushed Yang Qian out.
Yang Qian's heart suddenly shrank into a ball. He pushed the burly A Tai away and strode towards Zhilan's bedroom.
Following behind was Liang Meng, whose heart was in his throat.
"irises and orchids!"
Before Liang Meng's slightly messy footsteps stepped into Zhilan's bedroom, he heard Yang Qian's heart-wrenching cry.
Liang Meng stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
He held onto the wall beside him to steady himself, and a chill ran from his heels straight into every bone joint.
Wherever it passed, ice turned into frost.
She already knew what had happened from Yang Qian's grief-stricken cries.
Zhilan... is gone!
Tears silently soaked her cheeks. Liang Meng finally stepped into Zhilan's room with two legs filled with lead.
Then, she saw the girl, as bright as the morning sun, who was being hugged tightly by Yang Qian and was already dead.
Zhilan!!
Her long, soft, black hair lay scattered on the ground without a trace of decoration. Her eyes, which had always been lively and lovely, were tightly closed.
Even the curled eyelashes that fluttered like butterfly wings when she smiled drooped silently.
There was no trace of blood on her delicate and tender face.
Yang Qian's sobs continued to unravel, he yelled and shook Zhilan's shoulders. But Zhilan was like a puppet with its strings cut, no longer a trace of life.
The bright red wedding dress was so beautiful, embroidered with Zhilan’s favorite peach blossoms, blooming in clusters and splendidly.
This was a gift from her beloved, with his promise to her on it. But now it has become a deadly blade.
Isn't that color the same red as blood?
Liang Meng staggered to Zhilan's side, just staring at her with his head down, tears falling from his eyes.
Zhilan's figure in front of me was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.
Liang Meng didn't know why Zhilan died wearing this wedding dress. Perhaps it was because she didn't get to wear it when she was alive and marry her beloved, but she hoped she could in her next life.
Liang Meng glanced at Zhilan's hands with a sad look.
It was as white as jade, without a single scratch. This meant that the vicious curse that had caused Qi Zhen a lifetime of pain was no longer there.
Yes, it was Yang Qian who controlled her, which led to the curse.
Yang Qian... Yang Qian...
Liang Meng's tear-filled eyes suddenly ignited two flames.
She raised her arms and waved them hard at the man in front of her who was holding Zhilan's body with tears in his eyes.
The strong palm wind knocked Yang Qian to the ground.
Without waiting for Yang Qian to get up from the ground, he swung towards him at an extremely fast speed, carrying with him the angry spiritual power.
Yang Qian's eyes suddenly widened, his body instantly straightened like a straight line, and then flew up and slammed into the wall.
Bang! Boom!
First there was a dull thud, and then a very loud sound of something heavy falling.
Yang Qian fell to the ground, coughing painfully a few times and spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. His body arched in pain like a prawn thrown into boiling water.
Tears, blood and gray dust mixed together, and Yang Qian's face was twisted and painfully dirty.
"It's all your fault! You killed Zhilan!"
Liang Meng walked up to Yang Qian, looked down at him with her scarlet eyes, and said with gritted teeth.
"No, it's not me."
He struggled hard on the ground with his hands, and his whole body was like a wriggling worm, trying to struggle to stand up.
Yang Qian's bloodstained eyes were fixed on Zhilan's body, his choked voice was very weak, and after he finished speaking, a large pool of blood gushed out of his throat again.
After finally getting up, he lost his balance on one foot and stumbled backwards. Fortunately, the wall behind him supported him and prevented him from falling.
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