The bamboo pole man nodded. With a wave of his hand, the guard hunched back.

Walking in front of Liang Meng and squatting down, the bamboo pole man stretched out two fingers like chicken paws and put them on Liang Meng's chin, and raised Liang Meng's head with a slight force.

His face was covered with blood, and his eyelashes were tightly closed, like broken butterfly wings.

Such a lifeless, soft Liang Meng somehow made the bamboo pole man feel a perverted pleasure in his heart.

The bamboo pole man snorted twice in his rusty throat. The Adam's apple flipped up and down twice, and the thumb and fingertips pressed a few times on Liang Meng's blood-stained unusually rosy lips.

The soft touch made the bamboo pole man's eyes rise a little dirty.

This person is highly valued by Yun Xuchen. Come to think of it, it should taste good.

The bamboo pole man thought like this, the light in his eyes became more and more shameless and dirty, and his hands began to become unruly.

Liang Meng's soft and cold cheeks slowly moved to the wet and cold neck, where the blood vessels were still beating slightly.

The bamboo pole man's breathing was a little rapid, and he pressed the fingertips on Liang Meng's neck even harder.

Dig out a visible fingerprint before stopping.

"Let her go!"

The bamboo pole man bent down, and when the corners of his dirty lips were about to touch Liang Meng, an angry voice sounded behind him.

The man on the bamboo pole looked back, and it was actually a wet wood.

He was surprised that Miki was able to escape.

Ho Ho laughed twice, and the bamboo pole man withdrew his hand from Liang Meng's body, and without support, Liang Meng's head hung down to his chest again.

When Mu Mu saw Liang Meng's appearance, his pupils contracted violently.

A few steps forward, and out of nowhere, a divine power came out, pushing the bamboo pole man out of the distance.

The bamboo pole man didn't care much, not to mention that the wood was already stupid and had no spiritual power. Even now that Miki is good, he is by no means his opponent.

Standing there with his arms folded around his chest for a while, he admired the painful cry of Limu to Liang Meng, and the helpless rescue.

Only then did the bamboo pole man step forward, and he kicked at the wood, and easily kicked the wood into the dirty sewage.

Mao Mu stood up from the water, still to untie the chains in Liang Meng's hands. The bamboo pole man looked at it, and he only felt that the person who was not self-sufficient was really ridiculous.

Just stood and laughed for a while, and his face became grim again.

He has other things to do now, and he doesn't have time to enjoy any bitter drama here.

One is a stupid and useless person, and the other is a useless person who can't wake up and tell him how to lift the spell.

Since they are all useless, then they can only be killed.

"Since you are so reluctant to her, I will fulfill you and let you die with her. ”

As he spoke, the man with the bamboo pole took a few steps back and stood on the ground that had not been soaked with sewage.

The arm swung extremely quickly in the air, and with the rapid spell in his mouth, two clusters of black fire rose from his palm. It's like two highly venomous black snakes spitting terrifying letters.

The bruised lips grinned, giving Mao Mu and Liang Meng one last smile, and then slapped their hands hard at the two.

Seeing the flames coming, Mao Mu stepped forward and opened his arms to protect Liang Meng tightly in his arms.

All the flames fell on Tsuki's body, and then there was a violent burn.

At first, he could grit his teeth and listen to standing, his arms tightly wrapped around Liang Meng. Later, he couldn't stand it and let go, and Liang Meng knelt down in the water.

Later, he couldn't bear it any longer, and he raised his head and screamed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and then his stiff body fell backwards.

Soon, the wood completely disappeared into the sewage. There is not a single ripple on the surface of the water.

And Liang Meng, although he was protected by the wood, escaped the catastrophe. It doesn't mean that the bamboo pole man let her go.

With the same movements and spells as just now, the black flames that rose again were aimed at Liang Meng.

And this time, in front of Liang Meng, there was no wood.

Liang Meng was seriously injured, even if it wasn't for this flame that could burn people to ashes, even if it was just a few hard slaps on the chest, it would have killed him.

If Liang Meng was hit by the flames, she would definitely die, and no one would be able to save her.

Then, the bamboo pole man's eyes widened with excitement and playfulness, and he saw that the flames were knocked into the water before they could get close to Liang Meng's body.

Then, the bamboo pole man saw Yun Xuchen as if he had come from the Shura Hell. The murderous aura is pervasive.

The scarlet eyes were full of hideous things that were about to be torn apart.

The bamboo pole man didn't even have room to resist, so he was divided by Yun Xuchen.

Raindrops fell into the water. Silence returned in an instant, leaving only a heavy layer of blood.

Yun Xuchen used all his strength to suppress it, so that he didn't fall to his knees in pain when he saw Liang Meng's tragic state.

The man, chained there, was dripping with blood.

His hands trembled and almost didn't obey him, and it took several efforts before Yun Xuchen lifted the iron chain on Liang Meng's wrist and the iron hook in his palm.

With a wave of his long arm, he took Liang Meng, who was lying forward, into his arms, and wanted to clamp it hard, but he was afraid that it would make her more painful.

There were tears in his eyes that had never been cold, his cheeks were biting tightly, and his throat was whirring.

Yun Xuchen bent down and stretched out an arm to the crook of Liang Meng's leg, and hugged Liang Meng horizontally in his arms.

He didn't dare to lower his head, he didn't dare to look again. He only lowered his head and rubbed against Liang Meng's cold face.

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and disappeared into his clothes along Liang Meng's neck.

Before leaving the water prison with Liang Meng in his arms, Yun Xuchen suddenly thought of something, turned around, and the hand behind Liang Meng's back turned slightly against the water.

With a flash of white light, a small object flew from the water into Yun Xuchen's hand.

Only then did Yun Xuchen turn around and leave.

Liang Meng was injured too badly and lost his spirit, and it was not easy for a life to support until now. It is simply impossible to leave the dream with Yun Xuchen.

Even if Yun Xuchen had that ability, he didn't dare to take risks, and he wouldn't try the slightest possibility that he would lose her.

Yun Xuchen took Liang Meng and returned to the Mansions in Yacheng.

Although Yun Xuchen has been carefully healing Liang Meng's injuries, Liang Meng has never woken up.

The wounds on his body gradually formed and healed. Although the wound on the palm is extremely serious, it is slowly recovering.

Every day, after carefully changing Liang Meng's medicine, Yun Xuchen would sit on the edge of the bed and hold Liang Meng's hand, not saying anything, just looking at her like that.

There are no more scruples, and the burning eyes of extreme longing have described Liang Meng countless times during this time.

Sometimes he would say a few words to Liang Meng, but often before he opened his mouth, he was suddenly stuffed into something, and the stalk was uncomfortable, and he had to swallow hard to be able to suppress it.

The most said is nothing more than a sentence I miss you and a sentence when will you wake up.

But often, in response to the clouds, it is the silence of the room. Yun Xuchen's heart was filled with pain in the silence.

The wisps, although not violent, are sharp.

On this day, Yun Xuchen fetched water, and said to himself while scrubbing Liang Meng.

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