Looking at Shui Niang's body, Liang Meng felt very complicated. He should hate her, after all, she killed Zhuo Mu and Yue Er. If it weren't for his good luck, he would have almost died at her hands.
But now, looking at her body, I only feel sadness.
After all, she and that skinny man were just pawns of Lingyou.
In fact, she really wanted to go to the library now. She wanted to know how Lingyou would react when he found out that his left and right bodyguards were dead.
A chess piece.
Live to complete the mission.
After I die, I wonder if anyone will mention it?
Before Chen Luo gave the key to the tomb city to Zi Ruo, he first took it and showed it to Liang Meng.
Liang Meng took a look at the jade pendant that was glowing green, then looked at Chen Luo wearing a ferocious mask, and was extremely puzzled: What... does this mean?
Does it mean that before handing the key to Ziruo, she needs to go through some kind of consecration ceremony?
"Blood."
Chen Luo's word made Liang Meng even more confused.
"What blood?"
Liang Meng's beautiful eyes widened as she truly felt that talking to Chen Luo was a strenuous task.
By the way, if he says a few more words, he might burn his tongue or something.
Fortunately, Yun Xuchen walked in at this time. Chen Luo glanced at Yun Xuchen, then bowed and stepped aside.
"This jade requires a drop of blood from the hall master." Yun Xuchen didn't waste any words and directly pointed out Chen Luo's meaning.
"My blood?"
Liang Meng pointed a finger at himself, his face full of confusion.
By the way, does my blood have some powerful hidden functions? Otherwise, why do I have to bite my fingers to get some blood every time I need powerful spiritual power?
Now this jade needs my blood again.
Yun Xuchen nodded, and although he didn't explain anything further, his expression was completely gentle, completely different from before.
Yun Xuchen was already handsome and handsome, and Liang Meng would often be stunned by his cold and stern demeanor in the past. But now he was so gentle, and Liang Meng's heart, which had just discovered that she liked him, was beating wildly.
"Hall Master?"
Yun Xuchen saw Liang Meng's face gradually turning red, and thought she was feeling unwell again. He called out to her.
Liang Meng came back to her senses and was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
He was actually stunned by Yun Xuchen's gaze. Oh my god, Yun Xuchen already looked down on him, and now he must be even more contemptuous.
Not daring to speak again, Liang Meng lowered his head, put his finger into his mouth and bit it hard, then dripped the blood from his fingertip onto the jade pendant. Then, without wasting a moment, he ran away quickly.
As a result, the blood missed the jade pendant and was instantly absorbed before it fell on it. The faint green light slowly disappeared as the blood seeped into it.
Liang Meng asked Chuanqi in detail about what happened to the Tomb City later, but Chuanqi just said, "There is nothing wrong with the Tomb City now," and sent her away.
When he asked again, he was just given an innocent and confused reply, "I don't know about the legend." This made Liang Meng furious but he had no idea where to vent his anger.
Liang Meng wanted to go to the tomb city in person, but Chuanqi told her that only Chen Luo and Yun Xuchen could find that place.
Liang Meng didn't dare to look for Yun Xuchen. So the only option was to look for Chen Luo.
But after waiting for a long time, Chen Luo did not come, but a new task came first.
It is the separated Aunt Hong and the pillow book.
What surprised Liang Meng was that the relationship between them was actually because of love.
Love?? Aunt Hong and the Pillow Book??
Not to mention the huge age difference between the two, the key point is that Zhenshu is still a child.
What kind of fantasy plot is this?
Liang Meng sat in the chair and took a long time to digest it, but he still couldn't believe it.
"Auntie Hong, you...what did you just say?"
In the hall of Yunmeng Hall, stood Aunt Hong with a serious face.
Unlike before, Aunt Hong's face was no longer covered with thick rouge and powder, and her lips were no longer the terrifying blood red, but instead had a pale color as if she were sick.
The clothes she wore were no longer as flamboyant as before. The aquamarine long skirt she wore gave off a sense of the tranquility of time.
If it weren't for the wrinkles on her face, if Aunt Hong was many years younger, perhaps her story with the Pillow Book would be considered a good one.
But the reality is...
"I hope the Hall Master can remove the feelings that Zhenshu has for me."
"Pillow...pillow book?"
"yes."
In fact, Liang Meng's shock made Aunt Hong a little embarrassed. Her face and the pillow book were indeed...
But she had no choice. For the sake of her pillow book, she could only bite the bullet and walk into Yunmeng Hall.
She can't harm Zhenshu.
"Master, you can't do that!"
In the silence of the room, a high-pitched voice suddenly broke in. Liang Meng and Hong Yi looked up at the same time, only to see Zhenshu rushing in with a panicked look on his face.
He first walked up to Aunt Hong, grabbed her skinny hands without saying a word, looked her up and down, and when he didn't see any changes in her, he turned his gaze to Liang Meng.
But he never let go of Aunt Hong's hand.
Liang Meng's shocked gaze moved from the two people's tightly clasped hands to Zhenshu's anxious and flushed face.
Aunt Hong's face flushed red at Zhenshu's actions. Unlike Zhenshu, however, she was completely embarrassed and ashamed. She struggled for a long time, trying to free her hand, but Zhenshu's grip was too tight, and she couldn't get it to work.
Fortunately, I finally stopped paying attention to him and let him hold it.
"Uh...that,"
Liang Meng looked at the two people in front of her with a complicated expression, not knowing what to say for a moment.
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