"Well, Grandpa said that if this mark is exposed to others, it will bring bad luck. So he always told me not to expose it."
"So you never wash your feet?"
The man nodded, his dull, dark face showing an awkward expression.
"This mark..."
Liang Meng pointed at the man's soles, tilting her head to examine him carefully.
The inexplicable emotion in my heart became more and more obvious.
"...Are you the only one who has it, or do all your ancestors have it?"
The man shook his head before speaking slowly.
"Well, Zifeng doesn't know about this. This mark is a taboo in the family. Grandpa will get very angry if anyone mentions it. So no one dares to ask about this mark."
Liang Meng nodded and stood up.
"Legend, do you recognize this mark?"
Legend just glanced at it casually and shook his head affirmatively.
Liang Meng curled her lips, sighed, turned to look at the man, and motioned him to put on his shoes.
The man lowered his head and put on his shoes obediently.
"Master, even though he washed his feet here, it's inevitable that he will follow his grandfather's instructions and refuse to wash them after returning. Please think of a way to make him wash his feet like today every day."
"I don't want to go through the torment of eating more and vomiting more like before."
The young woman was obviously not carried away by her momentary happiness, and always kept in mind the purpose of coming to Yunmeng Hall today.
After hearing this, Liang Meng felt that what the young woman said was very true. The man washed his feet today, so he must have been obedient because he had cast a mind-control spell on him.
I have to think of a way to make men wash my feet obediently every day.
After all, even the most invincible true love couldn't stand that smell!
After Liang Meng pondered for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up and he got it.
Liang Meng motioned the young woman to move aside, then stood in front of the man, pointing his fingers at the man's feet and chanting a spell.
The white light shot straight towards the man's feet.
The man frowned, groaned, and then shuffled his feet for a moment before returning to normal.
"Okay."
Liang Meng clapped his hands, his face full of joy.
"From now on, he won't want to wash your feet if you don't let him."
Seeing the young woman's puzzled face, Liang Meng chuckled and told her the whole story.
Liang Meng cast a fire curse on the man's feet, and every evening he would feel as hot as if he were being roasted by fire. What should he do?
That's right, soak it in water.
Think about it, isn’t this a perfect solution if you take it once a day?
After hearing this, the young woman couldn't help but feel happy. She bowed to Liang Mengying and smiled like a pomegranate in full bloom.
"Thank you, Hall Master."
The matter was resolved as expected, and the young woman's cheeks flushed with excitement. She walked away gracefully with the man who had returned to normal.
"Master, do you recognize that mark?"
Chuanqi saw clearly that his family's head was very interested in the mark on the man's foot.
Liang Meng nodded and then shook her head. Her brows were furrowed, and the emotions in her eyes were sometimes hazy and sometimes clear.
"I don't know him."
"But I always feel like I've seen it somewhere before. It feels familiar."
After Liang Meng finished speaking, he turned sideways, picked up the tea that Chuanqi had prepared on the table, and lowered his head to sip it.
Naturally, I missed the legendary thoughtfulness.
"Master, Master, help me, Master."
Liang Meng and Chuanqi looked towards the door at the same time, only to see a man in blue sitting on the threshold in a daze.
His hair was disheveled, with bits of grass, sticks, and sawdust mixed in. The drooping hair covered the man's face.
The man's true form is a black horse.
"What's the matter? Just tell me."
Liang Meng put down the teacup in her hand, straightened her sitting posture, and spoke to the man.
The man then raised his head, his eyelids drooping, his eyes without a trace of light, staring at the air without focus as if he was blind.
Liang Mengdai saw the man's face clearly, clicked his tongue twice, curled his lips and shook his head.
What kind of image is this: unshaven, haggard face, and unkempt hair.
This guy must not be married yet!!
"Master, please save me."
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