For a moment, the three people in the room each cast spiritual spells, and the fight was difficult to determine.
In a one-on-two situation, even though Liang Meng's spiritual power was slightly higher than theirs, he could not withstand their long-term coordinated attack from the front and back.
Gradually, Liang Meng felt a little overwhelmed.
Besides his arms and cheeks, he was now injured on his palms, legs, and chest. His gray clothes were covered in blood-red flowers.
During the fight, Liang Meng caught a glimpse of Shuiniang attacking Zhuomu outside the door. Liang Meng was distracted for a moment and was pierced through the calf by the ice blade shot from the bamboo man's hand. His body tilted and Liang Meng knelt on the ground.
The chilling ice blades continued to shoot, each one aimed at Liang Meng. Outside the door, Zhuo Mu glared angrily and shouted. He ignored Shui Niang's palm strike, broke free from the guards, and leaped to protect Liang Meng.
Fortunately, he leaped forward and avoided Shuiniang's fatal palm.
Unfortunately, all the ice blades hit Zhuomu.
From the neck to the entire back and then to the legs, Zhuomu was injured all over.
"Washwood."
Liang Meng was horrified. He got out from under Zhumu and shook Zhumu, who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed and motionless. Liang Meng shouted in disbelief.
Zhuo Mu fainted, and Liang Meng was also seriously injured. At this time, Wan Wan was definitely no match for the two of them.
Raising his hand to stop Shui Niang's raised arm, the bamboo man stepped forward and asked gently.
"City Lord, now think about it, should you accept the deal just now?"
Liang Meng raised her head, her scarlet eyes blazing with hatred as she stared at the two men without blinking.
"Don't worry, Master. He is not dead."
The bamboo man stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Liang Meng with a kind and harmless smile. But Liang Meng felt a chill.
He placed his finger under Zhuomu's nose and felt the faint breath of air, but he was breathing. Liang Meng's heart relaxed a little.
"However, if the hall master still refuses to repent, then I cannot guarantee that he can survive."
As he said this, he reached out and lifted Zhuomu up from the ground by the collar like a chicken.
Zhuomu's head drooped heavily, his arms dangling in the air, and his whole body was carried limply, looking extremely pitiful.
"What are you doing? Let him go."
Liang Meng stretched out his hand to rescue Zhuomu from the man's hand, but as soon as his legs touched the ground, his leg bones felt as if they were broken, and his whole body was shaking with pain.
Kneel down again.
"Don't worry, Master. I won't do anything to him. One day," the bamboo man stretched out a chicken claw-like finger and shook it in front of Liang Meng's eyes.
"I only give you one day. Whether this man's life can be saved or not depends entirely on you."
As he said this, he called in two guards and threw Zhuomu, who had his eyes tightly closed and looked like mud, at them like garbage. The guards then dragged Zhuomu out.
Liang Meng's chest was heaving violently, and he stood up tremblingly, holding the door with both hands. He leaned against the door frame and gasped for breath.
Even though his eyes were filled with the desire to spit fire, he couldn't pose any threat at all. Now Liang Meng could barely stand still.
Seeing Liang Meng so weak, the thin man made a hoarse sound in his throat. He moved his body slightly and was about to move forward, but the veiled woman stretched out her arm to stop him.
The bamboo man looked at her in confusion.
Liang Meng looked at her with disdain, and the veiled woman's eyes were filled with ice and snow. The obvious hatred in her eyes made Liang Meng's heart slightly startled. She frowned, wondering where this woman's overwhelming hatred for her came from.
It was as if Liang Meng had once wiped out her entire family.
Such a beautiful pair of eyes, with the corners slightly raised, even though the eyes are cold, they still show a bit of charm.
These eyes seemed familiar to Liang Meng, but he could not remember where he had seen them before even after searching his mind.
At this moment, the eyes were slightly narrowed, the coldness in them dissipated, and they looked at Liang Meng with some conspiracy.
Liang Meng unconsciously clenched her hands at her sides, and her wrists, which were painful to move, slowly turned. She had a hunch that the woman in front of her was going to attack her.
Judging from the hatred in her eyes just now, which was so strong that she would not be able to vent her anger even if she was cut into pieces, she had to be extremely cautious.
Sure enough, when she was one step away from Liang Meng, Shuiniang suddenly made a move, with her five fingers forming claws and stretching towards Liang Meng's eyebrows.
In an instant, Liang Meng had a splitting headache.
There was no room for resistance. His hands hanging at his sides clenched tightly, and his teeth almost broke, but he still couldn't withstand the severe pain.
Liang Meng rolled to the ground with his arms around his head, his voice filled with tearing pain.
Shui Niang stared coldly at Liang Meng, who was rolling on the ground. She slowly turned her wrist and pulled her palm back. Dazzling white light poured from Liang Meng's forehead into Shui Niang's palm.
Liang Meng felt something was being pulled out of his mind.
It was as if a rooted sapling was cruelly uprooted, and Liang Meng's head almost exploded.
The tearing and pulling continued for a long time. When it was over, Liang Meng lay on the ground, almost fainting. His curled up body trembled uncontrollably, and his arms were still unconsciously protecting his head tightly.
She couldn't move, couldn't hear, and everything before her twisted and swirled. All the strength in her body was drained away, and even moving a finger felt like moving a mountain.
Everything in front of him was suddenly distorted and blurry, and Liang Meng's eyes rolled around without focus. With the last bit of consciousness, Liang Meng thought that the sharp and triumphant laughter was very similar to Shui Niang.
Glancing at the unconscious Liang Meng, Shuiniang raised her hand and pulled off the veil covering her face.
Looking at the white light that had not disappeared in the palm of his hand, his fingertips suddenly tightened, and the white light disappeared in the palm of his hand.
Shui Niang's eyes were slightly closed, her brows furrowed, as if she were feeling unwell. After a moment, she opened her eyes, a look of contentment on her face, her bright red lips slightly raised in a charming smile.
There was a determination in his eyes to win.
The bamboo man beside her was frightened. He took two steps back involuntarily, moving further away from Shui Niang.
If you anger a man, the worst that can happen is death. But if you anger a woman, you really don't know what she can do.
"What did you take from her?"
The bamboo man asked in a rough voice, pointing at Liang Meng on the ground with his chicken claw-like hand.
Shuiniang stepped forward and kicked Liang Meng on the shoulder. Liang Meng rolled half a circle like mud and lay on the ground on his back.
His face was pale, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth. The almost lifeless Liang Meng made Shui Niang feel very happy.
So what if she has Yun Xuchen protecting her? If she wants her to die, how can Yun Xuchen stop her?
But now is not the time for her to die.
The hand hanging at his side suddenly clenched into a fist. His eyes flashed with jealousy as he looked down at Liang Meng.
Hearing the bamboo man's question, Shuiniang glanced at him with disgust, and her words were full of disgust and impatience.
Although they had just cooperated tacitly to defeat Liang Meng.
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