The worst fall, Qi Zhen fell down the slope, and the whole person rolled down from it.

The mouth, nose, and ears were all whirring and bleeding. That's not all, all the arms and legs were broken.

Qi Zhen, who was injured that time, lay in bed for two months before he could barely walk on the ground.

And that's not even the worst of it.

The worst thing is that every once in a while, when Qi Zhen gets used to the weight of the horn, he can walk steadily and normally for a few days.

The horns seem to be sentient, and they will grow taller and heavier.

Qi Zhen kept falling again, and all the injuries started all over again.

If you get used to it, I'll grow up!

The horns are more poisonous than Snow White's stepmother, and they have been following Qi Zhen for so many years, torturing Qi Zhen's body and mind.

Two years ago, this horn was so heavy that Qi Zhen couldn't control it when he tilted his head slightly.

I had no choice but to sit on a special wooden chair, and I had to be pushed wherever I went. Even if you go to the toilet, you must have someone to follow the pants and put on the pants.

All of this made Qi Zhen ashamed and indignant.

I thought that Qi Zhen must have hated Zhilan very much, after all, such a painful torture is lifelong.

To Liang Meng's surprise, Qi Zhen's tone was gentle and calm when he talked about this curse.

Not that pretentious understatement. It's a kind of peace of mind after repayment.

Liang dreamed, Qi Zhen should understand that he owed Zhilan. So let that horn torment itself for so many years.

Now that he has sought Yunmengtang, does it mean that the guilt in Qi Zhen's heart for Zhilan has completely disappeared?

Liang Meng tilted his head slightly and looked indifferently at Qi Zhen in the wooden chair.

If you can predict today, will Qi Zhen still be so ruthless to Zhilan?

Thinking that Qi Zhen now had no guilt for Zhilan, the little sympathy that had just risen in his heart for Qi Zhen's torture for so many years disappeared.

She was only worthless for the woman in the big red wedding dress.

According to Liang Meng's wishes, she was extremely reluctant to help the man in front of her, a living life and a heart with strong love, but the guilt of the past few years could be dissolved.

But no one can break the rules of Yunmengtang. Liang Meng had no choice but to follow the rules.

"The Church Master"

Liang Meng walked to Qi Zhen's side, just put on a posture, raised his arm, and Qi Zhen, who was leaning back in the chair, suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong?"

"Hall Master, Qi Zhen doesn't care about the horns on his head anymore, Qi Zhen only asks the hall master to solve the curse. ”

Isn't that what it means?

Once the curse is lifted, the horns on top of your head will naturally disappear.

Liang Meng thought so and said so. There was mockery in his tone.

"I'm ashamed of Zhilan, I didn't expect my decision to kill her. She cursed me, and I was willing to bear it. No matter how many years, I am willing to bear it. This is what I owe her. ”

Two lines of clear tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes with Qi Zhen's choked words. It dripped onto the washed gray shirt and became a shadow.

"But the rest of the Qi family is innocent and shouldn't be implicated by me. The Qi clan cannot be extinct because of me, let alone annihilated because of me. ”

Liang Meng nodded, Qi Zhen's remorseful words to Zhilan made her feel a little more comfortable.

"Don't worry. Since you have come to Yunmengtang, you will not be disappointed. I'll use my spiritual power to remove the horns from your head first. ”

As he spoke, he raised his arm again.

At first, Liang Meng was confident that with her spiritual power, it would be no problem to solve this horn.

But who knows, when he tried to forcibly eliminate the horn with his spiritual power, the resistance he encountered was so strong that Liang Meng was powerless.

In order not to hurt the innocent, but also to avoid being injured again. Liang Meng didn't grit his teeth and hit it hard.

Since it can't be completely eliminated with spiritual power, Liang Meng, can he use spiritual power to cut off the horns from the roots.

Although there is still some of it, it is good that the weight is gone, and at least daily life will not be affected anymore.

As expected, the cut went smoothly. The large, earth-colored horns fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

Unexpectedly, before everyone's smiles could fully unfold, another one quickly grew on Qi Zhen's head.

Exactly the same size of thickness.

The little light of joy that had just ignited in Qi Zhen's brown eyes was instantly extinguished by the weight that weighed on his skull.

"What's going on?"

Liang Meng looked at the legend, and then at his hands that were still raised in the air.

It's still the same fair, soft, slender and slender. Why doesn't the spiritual power work?

Liang Meng couldn't help but wonder if it was drinking, especially after getting drunk, which particularly affected his spiritual power.

"The Church Master"

The legend took a step forward, and his expression was rare and serious. It's very different from the usual cute and cute, and the face is very simple.

Before Liang Meng could be surprised, he was distracted by the legend's next words.

"Hall Master, the blood of the palm and the blood of the tip of the heart are the same. If this is a curse,"

The legend stood beside Liang Meng, his head slightly lowered, and when he said this, he looked at Liang Meng and slowly shook his head before continuing to finish his words.

"Legend thought, unless he got the blood of the cursed man's palm, he was afraid that he couldn't solve it. ”

As he spoke, Qi Zhen glanced at him without emotion.

Liang Meng turned his head and glanced at Legend, then nodded slightly and slowly.

OK, fall asleep, walk~~

Legend carefully put away the white porcelain bottle containing the blood of Qi Zhen's fingertips. After sending Qi Zhen away, he turned around and walked towards Yun Nian.

And Liang Meng stayed in the Dream Pavilion and waited.

The legend came back quickly, holding a white porcelain medicine bowl that Liang Meng was very familiar with.

Looking at the black medicinal juice, the corners of Liang Meng's mouth twitched twice involuntarily.

said that he, the hall master, is a real medicine jar physique.

Bite your fingers, drip blood, stir well, raise your head and drink the medicine, lie down on the ice bed, and wait to fall asleep.

A series of operations, smooth as a cloud.

After Liang Meng lay on the Xuan Bing bed with a calm face and even breathing, Yun Xuchen walked in.

The legend stood up respectfully and looked at Yun Xuchen's resolute face. The words are worried.

"Really?"

"If you know, don't ask. ”

After Yun Xuchen finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked at Liang Meng fixedly, and then took out the mask from his sleeve robe and put it on.

The horror of the mask is on par with that of the dusty one.

In other words, wearing a terrifying mask can not be bold, one by one.

With a puff of white smoke, Yun Xuchen disappeared in the Dream Pavilion. And the legend, this time did not turn back into a big lion and lay down to Liang Meng's side to guard.

Instead, he got up and walked outside the door, his eyes looking around the bare, silent courtyard, especially in the direction of the library for a long time.

Everything is safe and sound.

Legend turned to face the Haunting Pavilion, his hands swinging and crossing in front of him quickly, and with the incantation recited from his mouth, the wide sleeves of his coat swept towards the Haunting Pavilion.

A golden halo of light shrouded the roof of the Haunting Pavilion.

Only then did the legend retract his hand with satisfaction, and turned back into a lion lying outside the door of the Haunting Dream Pavilion, his alert and dangerous eyes constantly scanning and patrolling the surroundings.

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