Looking at Shui Niang's corpse, Liang Meng's heart was extremely complicated. should hate her, after all, she killed Mao Mu and Yue'er, if it weren't for her own life, she would have almost died at her hands.

But looking at her corpse now, I only feel sad.

In the end, she and the bamboo pole man are just a ghost chess piece.

In fact, now she really wants to go to the library cabinet. She wanted to know how the ghost would react when he knew that his left and right protectors were dead.

Chess pieces.

To live is to complete the mission.

Dead, I wonder if anyone will mention it?

The key that could open the tomb city was handed over to Zi Ruo before the dust fell and was taken to Liang Meng's eyes.

Liang Meng glanced at the jade pendant with a slight green light, and then at the dust with a hideous mask, and wondered in his heart: This is ...... What do you mean?

Could it be that before handing over the key to Ziruo, she had to have some kind of consecration ceremony?

"Blood. ”

The word that fell made Liang Meng even more confused.

"What blood?"

Liang Meng's beautiful eyes were round, and he really felt that talking to the dust was a hard work.

words, he has a few more words, can he burn his tongue or what.

Fortunately, at this time, Yun Xuchen walked in, and Chenluo glanced at Yun Xuchen, and then bowed to the side.

"This jade needs a drop of the hall master's blood. Yun Xuchen didn't talk nonsense, and directly pointed out the meaning of dustfall.

"My blood?"

Liang Meng stretched out a finger and pointed at him, his face full of doubt.

words, their own blood is not hidden some powerful function. Otherwise, every time you need strong spiritual power, you have to bite your fingers to get some blood out.

Now this jade needs its own blood.

Yun Xuchen nodded, although he didn't explain anything, his expression was completely different from before.

Yun Xuchen was already handsome and extraordinary, and when he was so cold-eyed in the past, Liang Meng was often stunned. This will be so gentle, Liang Meng's heart that has just found out that he likes him, beats directly out of rhythm.

"Hall Master?"

Yun Xuchen saw that Liang Meng's face was gradually dyed crimson, and thought that she was unwell. He called out.

Liang Meng came back to his senses, and he was ashamed to find a hole to get into.

I was stunned when I looked at Yun Xuchen directly. Ah, Yun Xuchen didn't look down on himself in the first place, which would definitely be even more disdainful.

didn't dare to say anything more, Liang Meng lowered his head, put his finger into his mouth and bit it hard, and then dripped the blood that came out of his fingertips onto the jade pendant, and then didn't dare to delay for a moment, and ran away quickly.

So that the blood was missed before it fell on the jade pendant and was instantly inhaled, and the faint green light slowly disappeared with the immersion of the blood.

Regarding the later events of the tomb, Liang Meng asked the legend carefully, but the legend only sent her away as soon as the tomb was fine.

If you ask again, it is an innocent and dazed legend. Liang Meng, who was provoked, had nowhere to send fire.

Liang dreams of going to the Tomb City for herself, but the legend tells her that only Dustfall and Yunxuchen can find the place.

Yun Xuchen, Liang Meng didn't dare to go to find it. That's only to find the dust to fall.

But this second-class didn't wait for the dust to settle, but waited for a new task first.

It's Aunt Hong and the pillow book.

What made Liang Meng fall through the glasses was that between the two of them, it was because of love.

Love??Aunt Hong and Pillow Book??

Not to mention the huge age difference between the two, the key pillow book is that he is still a child.

What kind of fantasy plot is this?

Liang Meng sat in the chair and digested it for a long time, still in disbelief.

"Aunt Hong, you ...... What are you capable of?"

In the hall of Yunmeng Hall, there stood Aunt Hong with a serious face.

Unlike before, Aunt Hong's face did not have the thick rouge gouache, and her lips were no longer horribly blood-red, but rather pale as if they were sick.

The clothes on the body are not as flowery as before, and the aqua blue dress is worn on the body, revealing a quiet taste of the years.

If it weren't for the ravines and wrinkles on her face, if Aunt Hong had been so young for many years, perhaps, the pillow book would have been a good story.

But the reality is ......

"I hope the hall master can eliminate the affection of the pillow book on me. ”

"Pillow ...... Pillow book?"

"Yes. ”

In fact, Liang Meng's shock made Aunt Hong a little embarrassed, her face and pillow book were indeed ......

But she couldn't help it, for the sake of pillow books, she could only walk into Yunmengtang hard.

She can't hurt the pillow book.

"Hall Master, no!"

In the silence of the room, a high-pitched voice burst in. Liang Meng and Aunt Hong looked up at the same time, only to see Pillow Book barging in with a panicked face.

first walked up to Aunt Hong, grabbed Aunt Hong's thin hands and looked people up and down, but didn't see any changes in her, and then turned his gaze to Liang Meng.

However, he grabbed Aunt Hong's hand and never let go.

Liang Meng's shocked gaze moved from the hands of the two of them to the anxious red face of the pillow book.

Aunt Hong was also flushed by the pillow book's actions. However, it is completely different from the pillow book, Aunt Hong is completely embarrassed and ashamed. Secretly struggled for a while, Aunt Hong wanted to break free of her hand, but unfortunately the pillow book was held too tightly, and half of it couldn't be done.

In the end, fortunately, he didn't care about him anymore and let him hold it.

"Uh...... That,"

Liang Meng looked at the two people in front of him with a complicated expression, and didn't know what to do for a while.

To tell the truth, although true love is invincible, such a picture of grandma and grandson together still makes people accept incompetence.

In fact, in Liang Meng's heart, his impression of Aunt Hong is not very good.

Although the real body is a butterfly, the beauty and lightness of the butterfly are not as light as the cherry blossoms

Cheng was wearing a gaudy dress, his face was smeared with inferior rouge gouache, and his face was already full of wrinkles. But I don't know it, and the person who smiles with that exaggerated makeup every day has goosebumps.

If you have to make a difference in Aunt Hong to attract Rao, then that heartless smile is still desirable.

But that's not a reason for true love at all.

What does Pillow Book like about Aunt Hong? Like her old age? Like her not taking a bath?

Still is...... There is any fatal attraction on Aunt Hong, they don't see it, only the pillow book

"Hall Master. ”

Ignoring Aunt Hong's best efforts to stop her, the pillow knelt down to Liang Meng with a bang.

Liang Meng: !!!

What's going on. Pillow book, this child, every time I see him, he looks arrogant, and his eyes are hanging high when he looks at Rao, as if he has given you a big face at a glance.

But now, he knelt down directly. It's still like this...... The look of pleading.

"How..... What's wrong?"

Liang Meng was really surprised, and his words stammered.

Aunt Hong was still pulling the pillow book, trying to pull him up from the ground. But the knee of the pillow book is like being nailed to the surface of the lin, no matter how strong Aunt Hong is, he knelt there motionless.