And it was she who snatched the dean away from Su Meng, the dean used to be so gentle and considerate to Su Meng, but since they got closer and closer, the dean smiled at her more times than Su Meng, Su Meng was so jealous......"

  Su Meng was already dumbfounded at this time and was speechless. Wait, this is too bloody, isn't it? I don't dare to act like this in TV dramas now, and ...... As a big man, his feelings for Lu Qian seem to be a little strange? Thinking that Su Meng looked at him again, he suddenly doubted his judgment, but Su Meng couldn't take off his pants to confirm it.

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  Ruan Wenyan stopped struggling, gritted his teeth to suppress his impulse, but his eyes did not leave his grandfather's direction for a moment. Seeing his loved ones die and not being able to do anything must be the most painful thing in the world, Su Meng felt some sympathy for Ruan in his heart, but he also knew that this sympathy was useless at this moment.

  The old man sat against the wall, his head hanging blankly, and the veins of his body were intertwined like cobwebs, clearly visible under the bare white skin. He seemed to have a breath left, but the surrounding Ice Spirit Butterflies were stupid, and Su Meng couldn't stay for long, so he had to rush over to meet Song Qingzhi as soon as possible.

  Although Ruan was a little in a trance by his grandfather's incident, fortunately, he had not lost his most basic judgment, and Su Meng almost didn't have to say anything to let him agree to go with Su Meng.

  The longer Su Meng's time is consumed, the more difficult it is to get out. The ice butterflies that were frightened by the flames before flew back a lot at this time, and they circled around Su Meng from high to low. Song Qing decided to let Su Meng use the gas spray gun to open the way just now, Su Meng pressed the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun spit out two faint flames, and the power was not at the same level as the fire pillar at the beginning. Su Meng said: "Damn, there is no trick now." ”

  Those ice spirit butterflies seemed to have a premonition of the end of Su Meng's life out of the nature of the hunters, and they didn't dare to get close just now, but now they are getting closer and closer.

  Song Qingju frowned: "Troublesome." ”

  At this time, the old man Ruan who was not far away coughed twice, and Su Meng turned his head and found that his spirit was actually much better than before, thinking that it was probably the reason for returning to the light.

  "Song Er is in charge," he said intermittently, "You must take Su Meng's grandson out." As long as he gets out alive, your Song family will no longer owe anything to the Ruan family, and all grievances will be written off. ”

  Song Qingju exclaimed: "Really?!"

  The old man nodded weakly, and said to his grandson: "Qiu'er, you also remember Su Meng's words, and let the rest of the Ruan family stop making trouble with the surname Song after you go out." ”

  After telling these things, he looked at Su Meng again, Su Meng's heart jumped inexplicably, could he have something to say to Su Meng, but he just glanced at Su Meng, and then turned back to Song Qing and said, "Now that the matter is over, Su Meng will help you again......"

  He stood up suddenly, and his body was as fast as lightning breaking through the butterfly wall towards Su Meng, not at all like an old man with a highly poisonous armor in his body. I saw a cold light flashing in his hand, and he stepped forward. Before Su Meng could understand what was going on, the backpack behind him was suddenly pulled hard, pulling Su Meng back. Almost at the same time, the strong wind swept across Su Meng's neck with a cool feeling, and Su Meng subconsciously covered her neck, and at this time her brain began to receive pain signals. However, Old Man Ruan followed up with another kick and kicked Su Meng out, Song Qing never grabbed Su Meng, Su Meng rolled on the ground a few times, his brain was unexpectedly very sober, and he covered the wound on his neck and didn't let go.

  Su Meng was not far away, he could hear Song Qingjue's scolding in his ears, and in front of him was the ice butterflies flying like snowflakes, and Su Meng could even feel the hot blood from the wound on his neck flowing into the soil bit by bit through his fingers. Su Meng's mind was frantically flashing a red warning, Su Meng didn't dare to let go of his hand, because Su Meng was afraid that the old man would cut Su Meng's artery, if this was the case, Su Meng let go, and the blood was estimated to be splashing four or five meters away like a fountain. Ah Piao knew why Su Meng was so calm at that time, maybe after staying here for a long time, Su Meng's nerves had become numb, and he looked down on life and death.

  There was a commotion all around, and Su Meng heard Song Qingzhi's voice in a trance, could it be that he came to save Su Meng? Su Meng turned his head to look sideways, but found that the old man Ruan, who had killed Su Meng, had already been lying motionless on the ground, and it seemed that the blow was indeed earned by him with all his might. Su Meng suddenly felt a little ridiculous, he just wanted to pull Su Meng on his back before he died?

  Suddenly, Su Meng seemed to smell the fishy smell of soul eaters again, and this pungent smell made Su Meng sober up a little. Su Meng thought it was an illusion, but when she opened her eyes, she found that the withered buds on the ground beside Su Meng had sucked up a large amount of blood from Su Meng's wounds, and they began to grow wildly one by one, attracting countless ice butterflies to come over. Su Meng scolded secretly in her heart, it turned out that the stinky old man had played this abacus. Su Meng was once again a victim, but it didn't matter if Song Qing could take them out......

  Su Meng's consciousness began to gradually dissipate, and when she was half-asleep and half-awake, Su Meng saw a group of ice butterflies gathered above Su Meng, and under her was a sea of blood-red flowers...... Damn, it makes sense to think about it like this. Su Meng now only hopes that before the butterfly's poisonous powder touches Su Meng, Su Meng has already lost too much blood and died, because according to Qianrao's experience, the poisoned death method is obviously much more painful.

  "Yang Shuge!" Song Qing suddenly shouted angrily in his ears, and Su Meng's sanity was instantly recalled by this voice. After knowing him for so long, Su Meng had never heard him call Su Meng's name in such a tone.

  Su Meng wanted to look for him, but he didn't dare to look up considering the wound. At this time, Su Meng felt that something was pulling Su Meng's trouser legs, as if he wanted to drag Su Meng away from the ice butterflies. Su Meng half-propped up his body and looked at it, and found that it was actually those paper figures from Song Qingdu, who were pulling Su Meng away like a slender man pulling a boat, but they had too much strength and couldn't move far at all.

  I don't know if it was because I heard Song Qingzhi's voice or because I was moved by these paper figures who desperately helped Su Meng get out of danger, Su Meng's sense of survival suddenly rose. Su Meng quickly looked at the corner closest to Su Meng, the withered soul eater covered on it had not touched Su Meng's blood, and a thick layer of dead branches hanging there seemed to be intertwined, lifeless, so there were no ice butterflies hovering nearby.

  Su Meng rolled to the side with all her might, dodging the butterfly that swooped down and sucked the buds. Su Meng got up dizzily and staggered two steps to the corner, but the blood loss from the wound was far more serious than Su Meng imagined, Su Meng's eyes were dark, and she fell straight towards the pile of withered buds.