Meng Yiguo was ambushed while on a mission and his whereabouts have been unknown since.
Meng Deyi was furious and issued an order that the person must be found.
If he's alive, I want to see him in person. If he's dead, I want to see his body!
At the same time, at the Meng family, Meng Yixing was laughing crazily in the house.
The madness in his eyes could not be concealed. Meng Qianqian, who was standing aside, looked at her brother's appearance and felt a little regretful.
Shouldn't she help her brother deliver the message? If her father knew about this.
I'm afraid, I'm afraid...
Meng Shanshan couldn't help but shiver, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, is Meng Yiguo really dead?"
"Haha, he's dead. I heard the flames shot up to the sky, and there was no trace of his body left.
Letting him choose the same way to die as his father can be considered a good end."
Meng Yixing's body was shaking with excitement. Wasn't Meng Yiguo going to ride on his head?
Hahaha, you don't even consider whether you have the ability to do it. Now you are riding on the head of the King of Hell.
Seeing Meng Shanshan's frightened look, Meng Yixing waved to his sister.
"Shanshan, what are you afraid of? Once we get rid of this major threat, the rest of the people won't be a problem.
Father will continue to focus on us in the future, and the entire Meng family will still belong to us."
When Meng Shanshan heard him say this, the uneasiness in her heart disappeared quietly.
She couldn't help but let a smile appear on the corner of her lips, just as she opened her mouth to say something.
The door was kicked open and Meng Deyi walked in furiously.
"Asshole, rebellious son, are you going to completely destroy our Meng family?"
A slap hit Meng Yixing on the face, causing him to stagger and fall off the wheelchair.
Meng Shanshan still had some conscience. She suppressed her fear and opened her arms to protect Meng Yixing behind her.
"Dad, please don't hit my brother anymore. I am also wrong about this matter..."
"Wrong? I don't know what's wrong!" Meng Yixing turned his head and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He stared straight at Meng Deyi and said, "Wouldn't it be ruined if the entire Meng family was handed over to an outsider?
Your son is being bullied in front of others, can't you see it at all?
Father, you are right, I am only disabled physically, but I still have my brain.
I will bring the Meng family to a new level in the future, and I will prove it to you."
Meng Deyi was panting like a cow, and was almost pissed off by his two children.
If they were just an ordinary family, they might be able to solve the problem using their brains.
But what kind of work do they do? Can they survive with just their brains?
What was the reason for him to train Meng Yiguo? Wasn't it because he wanted Meng Yiguo to be a knife in his son's hand? !
As a result, looking at Meng Yixing's crazy appearance, Meng Deyi's eyes were filled with deep disappointment for the first time.
This time it was from the bottom of his heart, and the anger and fatigue made him feel a little overwhelmed.
His body swayed and he almost fell to the ground.
Yan Wenqing, who had just arrived, quickly reached out and held his arm.
Worried, he said, "Deyi, are you okay?"
Meng Deyi waved his hand: "It's okay, your legs can't stand for long, go back first."
Yan Wenqing looked at Meng Deyi's helpless look, and the moment he turned around, the corners of his lips curled up.
It seems that her medicine really did work to some extent.
Meng Deyi himself was a medical soldier and was particularly sensitive to medicines.
Plus, Meng Deyi doesn’t go home often.
So even though she hated it to death, she didn't dare to take medicine easily.
Some time ago, Meng Yiguo introduced her to someone who was very knowledgeable about food.
I specifically told Yan Wenqing some ways to deal with food incompatibilities.
Seeing that she finally had something she liked and it wasn't dangerous, Meng Deyi didn't stop her.
"It seems that Xiaoyu's method is effective."
Yan Wenqing's nails dug into his palms. After so many years, is his revenge finally coming?
After Yan Wenqing walked away, Meng Deyi closed the door and took out the documents from his pocket.
"Do you think you did it perfectly? If I hadn't been behind you to clean up your mess, you would have been taken away by now."
Meng Yixing looked at the contents of the document, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.
But he soon calmed down: "Father, now, can I accept part of the power in your hands?"
His face was full of stubbornness. Meng Deyi knew very well that his son's psychology had been distorted because of the physical damage.
I'm afraid the methods will become more brutal in the future, but this is also a good thing. After all, the person in power in the Meng family doesn't need a soft-hearted waste.
On the other side, Meng Yiguo was hit by a bullet in the leg and his face was covered with burns.
He limped through the woods, thinking about what had happened before, and he wished he could grind Meng Yixing into ashes.
They would not give up until they saw his body.
Now I can only find a place to hide.
Taking out the map stained with blood from his arms, Meng Yiguo set his sights on the location of Heilongjiang Province.
His mission this time was on the border, and he was not far from where Lu Zhiye was.
It was probably several villages away, but his body couldn't hold on any longer.
I'm afraid I'll die before I even reach Dahe Village.
Meng Yiguo limped in the woods looking for herbs, prickly grass, also known as revolutionary grass.
After all, he was used to fighting in the army, and the bullet did not hit any vital parts.
Meng Yiguo found a wooden stick and put it in his mouth, then took out a dagger from behind.
He took out a match, lit it, and then stabbed the wound with a knife.
When the bullet was taken out, Meng Yiguo looked like he had just been pulled out of the water.
His face was pale. He picked up a handful of thorny grass, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it into pieces, and then put it on his calf which was bleeding.
He tore his clothes into strips and used them to wrap the wound.
For fear of being discovered, Meng Yiguo kept walking on the unopened paths.
When I was hungry, I ate fruits; when I was thirsty, I drank mountain spring water. On the way, I also killed two wild rabbits to replenish my energy.
He looked at the wound that had begun to turn red, swollen and hot, and a hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes.
Do I really have to explain everything here?
He stretched out his dirty hand and pressed his right cheek. The burning pain made his burning forehead clear for a moment.
Meng Yiguo carefully calculated the distance he had walked and found that he had already crossed three mountains. This should be the mountain behind Lu Zhiye's village.
It's just that he really couldn't hold on any longer. He was able to get here thanks to his great willpower.
Meng Yiguo's eyes rolled back and he fainted completely, his mother who was far away in Beijing kept appearing in his mind.
I don’t know whether to say he was unlucky or lucky. After fainting, he rolled down the hillside.
There were many new wounds on his body.
With a "thump", the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground scared Kong Xiuzhu who was digging wild vegetables.
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