Let’s not talk about anything else, just take the backyard of Yunmeng Hall as an example.
Since Liang Meng entered Yunmeng Hall, he had not seen a single tree or even a blade of grass in the backyard.
Now, the backyard of Yunmeng Hall is shaded by green trees, and peach trees are planted in front of each house. At this moment, the peach trees are full of charming clusters of peach blossoms.
Looking down from above, it is simply a sea of flowers, so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated.
Liang Meng was extremely puzzled. How could such a beautiful Yunmeng Hall become so lifeless now?
After admiring and sighing for a while while floating in the air, Liang Meng looked around and didn't see anyone.
Huh? Where did they go?
She really wanted to go down and take a closer look at Yunmeng Hall, but after kicking in the air for a long time, she couldn't land successfully no matter how hard she tried.
"Xiao Meng."
Liang Meng was kicking and bending over, struggling to get down, when suddenly a gentle call came from behind.
Liang Meng turned around and looked, but didn't see anyone.
The peach blossoms were simply too abundant, completely obscuring the view. Liang Meng froze in mid-air, her almond-shaped eyes watching silently without blinking.
Then...she saw Yun Xuchen.
Dressed in white as white as snow, he exuded an air of transcendence. His usually cold face was now completely devoid of chill, like snow melting at sunrise. A hint of intoxicating tenderness shone in his eyes. With one hand clasped behind his back, he emerged from the peach blossom bushes with a majestic air.
It’s actually Yun Xuchen? ? ? ! ! !
Liang Meng's jaw almost dropped in surprise!
Although this man did not have the cold temperament that could freeze others into ice with just one step, his handsome face was indeed Yun Xuchen.
Oh my god, Yun Xuchen can still smile? And can still smile so beautifully? His temperament can still be so gentle?
Oh my god!!
Hey, wait, wait...what did he just yell?
Xiao Meng?? Which Xiao Meng?
Is... is it her? Such a gentle voice, such a doting expression, it can't be her.
Besides, at this time, I definitely don’t know him yet.
But...why, just a name makes my heart beat so violently. It's as if something that has been buried deep within me is about to break free and burst forth.
There was also a hint of sour taste that I didn't even notice.
Could it be? This bittersweet feeling is actually... love?
Liang Meng, who was just a wandering soul, was amused by his own thoughts in mid-air. He covered his lips with his hands and chuckled.
Hahahaha......
"Xiao Meng."
Yun Xuchen shouted again, bringing Liang Meng back to her senses from her infatuation. She hurriedly looked down and saw Yun Xuchen running forward quickly.
His expression was full of joy.
Liang Meng's eyes were fixed on Yun Xuchen, and she looked over as well.
And then...she saw herself!!
No, not me.
He was the one who looked exactly like him, but was wearing armor and fighting the enemy on the battlefield.
Liang Meng was in mid-air, shaking his head and tail as he thought to himself. From a distance, he looked like a man who had just kicked over a chair after hanging himself.
Struggling and shaking violently.
"Yun Xuchen."
The man who looked exactly like him smiled and called out, his handsome features tinged with a gentleness that was addictive.
Unlike the gentle voice of other women, her voice carries a kind of momentum rarely seen in women.
Liang Meng thought of her heroic figure on the battlefield, and his blood was boiling with excitement. So he really liked her low and ungentle voice.
He was really a completely different person from Liang Meng: heroic and valiant, with a heroic air of majestic heights and vast rivers in every move he made, but his eyes were full of tenderness when he looked at Yun Xuchen.
When Liang Meng stood in front of her, it was like a contrast between a clay man and a heavenly being.
Liang Meng was very depressed about this: They look the same, so why is there such a big difference?
The most surprising thing was that Yun Xuchen, who was always calm and stern, happily hugged the armored Liang Meng in his arms like a child.
The continuous sound of "Xiao Meng" was so gentle that even Liang Meng in mid-air felt a spontaneous happiness.
Liang Meng stared at them without blinking, her heart aching and tears welling up in her eyes.
Why do I feel so uncomfortable and breathless when I see Yun Xuchen hugging someone else?
Even if that person looks exactly like you.
She felt so envious. She wondered when Yun Xuchen would be able to hug her so gently.
Not to mention being held like that, ever since I traveled to Yunmeng Hall and became the puppet-like hall master, Yun Xuchen has never given me a good look.
Either they were as cold as ice, not bothering to answer you at all. Or they were so sharp-tongued that they wanted to kill you with just one word. And even though they knew he was the hall master, they were merciless when they attacked.
By the way, I have suffered from his cruel hands many times.
Phew~~ This is really what they say, comparing yourself to others will only make you angry: the same face, but two completely different treatments.
Liang Meng's self-pity was soon washed away by the memories of Yun Xuchen bullying her in the past.
Just like last time, after a while, the happy embrace of the two people below was covered by the gradually rising mist until it could no longer be seen.
When the fog dispersed again, Liang Meng was once again standing above the earth-shaking battlefield where fighting was taking place.
This time the battlefield was far more brutal than the last one. Everywhere you looked, smoke billowed, blood flowed like a river, and corpses were scattered all over the ground.
The terrifying shouts of killing were deafening, and this was just the fight between the small soldiers.
In the distance, two men stood facing each other. One was Liang Meng, clad in golden armor. With a cold, resolute look in his eyes, he pointed his sword at the other man, his dark red cape fluttering in the wind.
The other man was someone Liang Meng had never seen before: he was dressed in a black robe with ferocious beast totems embroidered in gold thread on the cuffs and chest. His dark hair was untied, flowing back in the wind. He was a very handsome man.
That kind of feminine beauty that is difficult to distinguish between male and female.
Different from the cold expression of Liang Meng opposite, the handsome man looked at her with a completely relaxed expression, and there was a hint of doting smile at the corner of his lips.
"You can't win."
The tone was light, but full of confidence.
Although the man looked rather feminine, his voice was very deep and pleasant. Liang Meng felt that it was familiar, but she couldn't figure out whose voice it was.
Liang Meng turned his wrist flexibly, spun the sword up and down in his hand, and pointed it at the man again.
"For thousands of years, your Eldar have relied on your invisibility to run rampant and commit countless evil deeds, using any means necessary to achieve your goals, causing the deaths of countless innocent lives."
"And now, you actually want to use despicable means to destroy our human race. Lingyou, you think too highly of your own spirit race and too little of our human race."
Lingyou? ?
Liang Meng froze in mid-air. Was that person Ling You?
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