Yan Niang held on to the pillar beside her to stabilize her figure, and raised her head to Liang Meng with a very happy smile. It was as if she was about to go to the place of her dreams.

A place with mothers and love. A place where the heart is no longer imprisoned and liberating.

Yes, she's about to be freed. It took a lifetime to calculate, but in the end, it never belonged to him for half a day.

Let's go, this life is too worthless!

What do you want?

Don't want anything, don't want anything!!

Seeing Yan Niang's intentions, Liang Meng raised his arm and wanted to use spiritual power to save her. But as soon as his hands were raised, he was stopped by Yanniang's sad pleading.

There is no greater mourning than death.

In this world, she has no nostalgia. To be alive is just the walking dead.

"The master of the hall knows that the wedding dress I wore on the day I got married is the same dress I wear today. Historically, the red wedding dress was the color of the wife. What I have on me is the color of the concubine's room. ”

Yan Niang smiled after speaking, and laughed bitterly. Laughing and laughing, tears slid down his eyes.

It turned out that from the very beginning, Qi Zhen only had one wife in his heart. And I, who have been with me all my life, am just an unfamiliar concubine. ”

The last bit of sorrow in my heart was exhausted, and in Liang Meng's wide-open eyes, Yan Niang was like a bird with folded wings, and resolutely planted it down the mountain.

Suddenly, in the wind, I seemed to hear the cheerful and satisfied laughter of Yan Niang. The laughter echoed through the mountains, dissolving all the past.

For a long time, Liang Mengdu stood there motionless, his eyes were sore and swollen, and his eyelashes trembled lightly and two lines of tears fell.

His arms were still raised in mid-air. Only a wisp of mountain breeze remained between his fingers.

The tears poured out of his eyes like a river that had burst its embankment. But she didn't know who to grieve for.

In a relationship, all three of them ended miserably.

Is it worth it, or is it not worth it, is it fortunate or unfortunate?

In the quiet courtyard, under the cool trees, our hall master lay on a comfortable wicker chair, flipping over and over like a pancake.

Flipping it, a desolate and sad sigh was also heard in the ears.

As Liang Meng flipped over, the rattan chair also creaked rhythmically. If the rattan chair could speak, he would definitely complain to Liang Meng that you have lice on your body, turning it over and over.

"Hall Master,"

The big lion was still nestled in his small seat, his hands on his cheeks, and his two big rosy lips were flat like ducks' mouths.

As you speak, you open and close.

"Why is the hall master so sad? Is it for Qi Zhen?"

The legend was responded with another creaking rollover and a long sigh of sadness.

Under these circumstances, the head of his family is not far from depression.

"That's just a task, the hall master doesn't want to be so depressed. ”

The legendary duck's beak opened and closed, and he spoke softly and said extremely cold and ruthless words in Liang Meng's ears.

"Yunmengtang is open to welcome guests. They have a request, and we fulfill their long-cherished wish. Since then, it has nothing to do with it. Hall Master,"

Liang Meng sat up from the rattan chair abruptly in the legendary chatter.

The legend was frightened and stood up from the small chair. Two reddened palm prints on the cheeks.

"Hall, hall master, what's wrong?"

For a long time, Liang Meng only sat like that, and there was no emotion on his face. It was like being taken away by someone, and his eyes were staring at the legend motionlessly.

The legend was extremely nervous when he was stared at, and the saliva in his mouth was secreting wildly. Facing the danger of being wiped out, he took a step closer to Liang Meng, bowed slightly, and asked softly.

Without warning, his eyes were closed, his mouth was bent, his expression was distorted, and Liang Mengwa cried.

Legend!!!!

Liang Meng's crying can be described as earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods. That image is extremely ugly!

He sat on a wicker chair with his head held high, his mouth open to eat people, and he screamed with his eyes closed.

A few vigorous green leaves were shaken by the cry and died young. Fall from a tree in an unwilling and resentful posture.

Ren Legend, who had seen the world like this, couldn't help but look at Liang Meng dumbfounded.

It's not that he hasn't seen others cry, he's never seen crying so badly, and crying so ugly.

forgot to comfort for a while, and only looked at Liang Meng with his mouth open.

"I, I,"

Liang Meng, whose crying face was crisscrossed with tears, finally eased his emotions a little, and said while hiccups.

"I'm just uncomfortable. Zhilan is so pitiful! Qi Zhen is so pitiful!"

"Woo...... Yan Niang is also very pitiful!"

"They're all dead!!they're so miserable!!Wow......"

After speaking, he raised his head, and there was another earth-shaking cry. The roof tiles crackled as they shook.

"Hall, Hallmaster. ”

The legend looked at Liang Meng at a loss, how could the voice as gentle as a small stream resist Liang Meng's stormy cry.

It was swallowed up in one fell swoop.

The legend took one look at the crumbling house and felt that he had to save Yunmengtang from fire and water.

Pinched his waist with both hands, tied up his horse steps, closed his eyes, and sank into the dantian. Shouted at Liang Meng.

"Hall Master, don't cry!"

Liang Meng's crying stopped abruptly.

Legend????

"You, you're murdering me?"

After speaking, he pouted and cried as if he was wronged and died.

"Hall, Hallmaster. The legend did not dare. ”

The legend hurriedly stood up, bowed his head and said in a respectful voice.

"Hall Master, since the matter has passed, don't let it go like this. Moreover, there will be many such things in the future. With all due respect, if the hall master is like this in the future, if he can't let go of it like this, I'm afraid it will be useless for the hall master himself. ”

The legend's tone was a little serious, and he bowed to Liang Meng after speaking.

He really couldn't help it. After persuading each other softly for several days, it is not good to say anything, and there is a tendency to become more and more serious.

The clay figure still has three points of temperament, no matter how deferential Ren Legend is, it is too embarrassing for his own hall master to be so useless.

looked at the legend with a slightly annoyed look of 'hating iron does not become steel'. Liang Meng also felt ashamed. I stopped crying, but my nose still twitched.

"I, I just can't help but think about them. ”

Hanging his head, Liang Meng muttered quietly.

This can be regarded as Liang Meng's weakness in disguise. The legend didn't say anything else.

The legend remembered that when Liang Meng was so sad a few days ago, he asked Yun Xuchen what to do, Yun Xuchen only had a cool look, and added a sentence to find some work for her and sent the legend away.

At that time, Chenluo was also by Yun Xuchen's side, listened to the legendary words, and gave an answer with a similar meaning to Yun Xuchen.

Idle!

Legend understood what they meant, but at that time, Liang Meng had just returned from Qi Zhen's mission, and he couldn't bear to let Liang Meng be too tired, so he thought about letting her rest and rest.

I didn't want to take a break, and I almost got depressed.

Since it's idle, let's find something to do.

If you want to say that in this Cloud Dream Hall, it is easy to keep the hall master busy.

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