Needless to say, a look of trust in each other is worth a thousand words, and you can go to the soup for this.

Liang Meng thought that he would have to go to the dream for an internship a few more times before he had a chance to become a regular, who thought that he was too good.

The dream is accurate, and the dream is error-free.

The important thing is that the problems in the dream are solved perfectly.

Hey, it's outrageous.

Hey hey·····

No, so soon, the new real task came.

Just ask, who else!!

The one who came to Yunmengtang this time was a strange-looking person.

The top of the man's head had horns about half a meter long and as thick as the arms of a newborn baby.

Yes, yes, that man's real body is a cow.

But, however, his strange horn grows on a man.

Because of the long, thick horn, it was obviously very heavy.

The man did not come, but was being pushed by someone while sitting on a wooden chair with four wooden wheels.

"Hall Master, ask the Hall Master~~"

The man was leaning back on the back of the chair, in order to show respect for Liang Meng, the man tried his best to raise his head to look at Liang Meng, who knew that the center of gravity was unstable, and he went straight forward.

Fortunately, the woman behind him was quick-eyed, and grabbed him by the collar in time and pulled him back with all her might, otherwise this would have been planted on the ground, and a blur of flesh and blood would be indispensable.

"Just sit down and talk. No need to be polite. You, you're here for this horn on your head, right?"

The man leaned his head back on the back of the chair, his breathing was slightly short, he turned his head slightly, and looked at Liang Meng who walked in front of him and said yes.

"What's the matter with you?"

Liang Meng tilted his head slightly and looked at the particularly ugly horn of gray earth.

I really wonder how such a thick one grew from that small head.

It's obviously not a match!

"Hall Master,"

The man tilted his head and looked at Liang Meng respectfully with small, dark eyes.

His face was sallow, like a refugee who had been hungry for a long time. There were still incomplete bruises on his wrinkled forehead and cheeks.

It is estimated that there have been many falls because of this horn before.

"Hall Master, I am cursed. ”

The man's voice contained an indescribable emotion, not hatred or resentment, but a kind of helplessness.

The skinny hands on his legs were held weakly. The muffled veins and the terrifying bulges of the well-defined hand bones.

There is powerless despair in the wet eyes, and there is helpless sighing.

"It's not just me, it's our entire family, and I hope the hall master can undo the curse. ”

The wetness turned into droplets of water, silently and sadly flowing down from the corners of his eyes.

"Cursed? Cursed by whom?"

Liang Meng stood with his hands in his hands, looking down at the man, his face serious and puzzled. She sympathized with the man, but she wanted to know more about what was going on.

The man's eyes rolled up at the woman standing behind him, and the woman calmly met the man's gaze, nodded and smiled slightly.

Only then did the man look at Liang Meng again and speak.

"Yes, it's Zhilan. ”

The man lifted his sleeve and wiped the tears that had slid down his cheeks and chin, blushing with some embarrassment.

"Who is Zhilan?"

The man's eyes drooped slightly, he no longer looked at Liang Meng, and said softly.

"We used to be in love. ”

The man's sallow face was flushed with a hint of anger.

Have you ever been in love? That is, you didn't end up together.

Liang Meng turned his head to look at the woman behind the man.

Dressed in an old linen shirt, without any color, although the bun on his head is meticulously cared for, he is also not dressed up with any silver hairpin jewelry.

Although his face was pale, he did not show any sickness. The lips are pursed into a slit, revealing a bit of toughness.

There was nothing attractive about this woman, either in terms of appearance or in her clothes.

The only thing that stands out is probably only her cold and calm eyes. It was a pair of eyes that would not panic even if a landslide fell in front of them.

Liang Meng withdrew his gaze from the woman, looked at the man, and stretched out his finger to point at the horn on his head.

"Why did she curse you?"

"Because I took her to her. ”

The man's voice trembled slightly, and he didn't know if he regretted it.

"Why?"

Liang Meng's voice showed irritability and impatience, but he still patiently continued to ask.

A person who is affectionate is not worthy of soft words.

"The hall master forgives Qi Zhen for not being able to tell me. Qi Zhen once swore in front of the ancestral spirit that he would never tell this matter. ”

"Then you can say what you can. ”

Liang Meng no longer looked at Qi Zhen, turned around and walked to the chair and sat down. There was obvious anger in the hard tone, and everyone in the hall felt it clearly.

All were silent.

For a long time, Qi Zhen's voice came through the ups and downs of the memory.

Qi Zhen fell in love with the beautiful and lovely Zhilan when he was young, even though she was the daughter of the Qi family's enemy.

At that time, the love between the two was pure and strong, and they were young and vigorous, even if they were strongly opposed by both families, they still had no hesitation.

The two promised that they would rather elope away from the end of the world than leave each other.

But later, for some reason, Qi Zhen suddenly changed his hexagram, and even married another woman with lightning speed.

At that time, Zhilan was still intoxicated with the beautiful dream that Qi Zhen had woven for her, and she was still fantasizing about living a life with only each other's affection and sweetness after she and Qi Zhen went away from the world.

When she got the news and ran all the way to find Qi Zhen, the fiery red word Xi on the door was like a basin of biting snow water, freezing her blood and breath.

This lover, who had embraced herself tenderly in his arms the day before and spoke tender and sweet words in his ear, looked at him as cold as ice at this moment, and his eyes were full of cold ice picks.

Word by word, straight into her chest.

Qi Zhen told Zhilan in a resolute and cold tone that he was already married, and it would never be possible between him and Zhilan, so that Zhilan should not come to him again.

After Qi Zhen finished speaking, he turned around and slammed the door without hesitation. simply and decisively cut off all the past between him and Zhilan.

Zhilan was heartbroken by Qi Zhen's coldness and injustice. She couldn't see the wound, but it was gurgling with blood, and she was worse than dead in pain.

The emotional world that she relied on for survival was smashed and collapsed in an instant, and such a ruthless and weak Zhilan couldn't bear it.

On the third day after Qi Zhen got married, he hanged himself in his home. She was wearing the red wedding dress that Qi Zhen had given her earlier.

There is a sea oath and mountain alliance that Qi Zhen will not marry.

Before dying, Zhilan cursed Qi Zhen with the blood of his palm, and he would be wearing heavy horns in this life and this life, and he would never be able to raise his head again.

This is not over, this curse also affects the entire Qi family, as long as a junior boy is born in the Qi family, then all the elder men of the Qi family will die early.

To put it simply, it's either the last one, or the whole family is replaced.

Sure enough, the hatred is deep enough!

The horns on his head were small when they first grew, and they were covered by thick black hair, so that others could not see them, so there was not so much ridicule.

Later, the horns grew bigger and bigger, and grew longer and thicker. The ridicule of others was still a trivial matter, but the serious thing was that the weight of the horns completely affected Qi Zhen's life.

At the beginning, Qi Zhen couldn't control his center of gravity at all, and he often had to fall forward when he walked, and it was common for his nose to be bruised and swollen when he fell.

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