"Tricky—"

A bleak wind and cold rain hit Meng Heng's body, he frowned, and finally woke up.

As he sank into the stream, he choked on a lot of water vapor in his lungs, and he suddenly coughed an earth-shattering cough, and Fang felt a little better in his chest.

But the rain is getting heavier. The cold rain stuck to his body, making him shiver a little.

The heavy rain curtain blocked the eyes, making it a little unreal to see the places beyond a kilometer. The clouds rolled and rolled over the sky, making it even darker as far as the eye could see.

Meng Heng concentrated on looking into the distance, but his vision was blocked.

He simply closed his eyes and listened intently to the movement in his ears.

The wind and rain sounded, and there was a faint roar of wild beasts, coming through the rain curtain.

What exactly is this...... Yumian Mountain, or where have you gotten to it again?

Meng Heng opened his eyes again and looked to the side.

He remembered that before he passed out, he threw himself into the water to calm the breath, but now there was no water at his side, only a sand path that stretched far into the rain curtain.

Sand trails? Why is there a sand trail here?

The roar of the beast in his ears was getting closer and closer, and he could not think about it, and there was a rush of footsteps from far and near.

But it's not a fox. Look at the figure that was covered by the rain curtain, it looked like a jackal, tiger and leopard.

However, the tip of the nose also faintly caught a trace of demonic aura, but it was very weird.

The group of beasts didn't wait much, as if they saw Meng Heng alone, with nothing in his hands, and his body was thin, so he gradually grew up and crawled over with his limbs.

Meng Heng didn't move. At present, there is a heavy rain curtain all around, which is invisible, and there are sand paths and stone roads on the side, and there is no hiding at all.

There is not even a single tree or half a piece of grass to be seen, and it is impossible to pick leaves as a musical instrument to play a lullaby as just now.

Maybe you will die here. Meng Heng frowned and thought secretly.

However, until the last minute, there is still room for experimentation.

He steadied his breath, and the chassis did not move at all, only through the rain curtain, his eyes calmly looked at the fierce king of beasts in the front.

Since it is transformed by a monster, it must have a mind and thinking, and it should be easier to deal with it than a beast.

The black-spotted and yellow-striped tiger passed through the rain curtain again, and moved forward a few points, and was now only two feet away from Meng Heng.

The warm snort of the Beastmaster was close in front of him, and it opened its bloody mouth, as if it couldn't wait to swallow Meng Heng into its belly.

Meng Heng frowned, his gaze swept over the jackals, wolves, lions, leopards and other beasts that approached together, and doubts gradually brewed in his heart.

No, the situation is very wrong right now.

He stared at the black-spotted and yellow-striped tiger that was ready to attack, and after a careful moment, he slowly hooked his lips and smiled.

simply stopped sitting on the spot, and stood up slowly with his hands on the ground.

The beasts followed with fierce eyes, and the black-spotted and yellow-striped tiger roared in its throat, staring at the prey in front of it with a tearful eye.

It seemed that as long as Meng Heng moved again, it would pounce and tear him to pieces!

Meng Heng didn't seem to realize it, only the corners of his mouth smiled, and he walked towards the beast king in front without squinting.

Two feet, one foot, half a foot...... In the end, the distance between the two was only an inch.

In front of the tiger that stood proudly, the boy was as thin as a white rabbit, and the beast could bite off his neck if he opened his mouth.

But the beastmaster didn't move.

Aside from roaring, glaring, and claw-dancing demonstrations, there was no next move.

Looking at the few jackals, lions and leopards who followed on the side, they were like this, opening a circle between each other to surround him, but none of them stretched out their sharp teeth and pounced on him.

Meng Heng smiled slightly.

Tigers, leopards, jackals, fierce beasts and lions are inherently incompatible, even if they have spirituality over time and turn into demons, they should not coexist harmoniously and attack a prey.

Then take a closer look at the demonic aura entangled in the black-spotted and yellow-striped tiger, although it is gloomy and treacherous, but if there is nothing, it is plain and gentle, and it definitely does not look like a fierce beast that is ready to attack and the prey is in front, and the demonic aura emitted by the demon who wanted to take his life and opened his teeth and claws is completely different.

Although there is a fierce form, but there is no fierce spirit, it is where the loophole lies.

Meng Heng took a step forward, he stretched out his hand to gently touch the tiger's forehead, only to see that in an instant, this huge beast was like smoke, slowly steaming in the heavy rain curtain, and disappeared.

At the same time, the jackals, lions and leopards on both sides were also filled with smoke, and then they were scattered by the bleak wind and cold rain, and they disappeared.

It turned out to be a fantasy.

Meng Heng chuckled lightly and tilted his neck slightly to look at the haze that was gradually dissipating in the sky.

A few rays of light broke through the clouds, gradually expanding, and then slowly dispelled the bleak rain.

The sound of the rain gradually stopped, the sound of the wind gradually stopped, and finally revealed the true face of this side of the world.

But it is flying sand and stones, heavy mountains and mountains, and the roads are staggered, and there is no way back.

Meng Heng didn't see Fang Cai's surprise.

Why did it attract heavy rain on the sandy ground? There is rain watering, why is there barren sand?

There are contradictions everywhere and suspicions everywhere, and it can be seen that this situation and this scene are probably deliberately done by someone to disturb people's thoughts and confuse their eyes.

It is not only a phantasmagoric chaotic scene, but there is also a faint smell of evil here, which must still be in Yumian Mountain.

And the only person who came out of this illusion was the thousand-year-old fox demon.

Even if it is the handiwork of that person, I am afraid that it will not help if I let myself explore and move around, and it will not be as simple as chaos, and there may be a threat such as a fierce beast like just now. So it's better to stay here and wait and see what happens.

Meng Heng restrained his smile slightly, but he didn't look around, only lowered his eyebrows, and waited for the change to appear.

Sure enough, in a matter of moments, the scenery in front of me changed again. Flying sand and stones are all illusioned into a busy traffic, the heavy mountains and mountains are full of shadows, ripples and swaying, and finally the world is turned upside down, and the illusion has become a jade Yuqiong building, carved beams and paintings.

In a trance, it was like returning to the bustling capital.

In the blink of an eye, he felt that there was some bumps under him, Meng Heng lowered his eyes and found that he was sitting on the carriage, and his body was also neatly dressed, and the stove was burning in the carriage, and it shook again, so that he couldn't help but feel a little sleepy.

I didn't expect this scene to be a little realistic. Meng Heng played with taste in his heart.

After a while, the carriage stopped, and outside the carriage was Luo Yun's voice, calling him to dismount.

Meng Heng hooked his lips. He leaned over and lifted the curtain, jumped out of the carriage, and saw the word "Meng Zhai" in front of him.

I turned out to be home. He thought faintly.

He walked over and pushed open the maroon gate, and walked unhurriedly on the familiar path.

But I saw that at this time, the ice and snow had melted, the tender willows spit out the branches, the bamboo in the courtyard had faded the yellowed leaves, and the new green bamboo shoots had broken through the soil.

I didn't expect that the mountains were chaotic and I didn't know the climate, and I didn't ask the time, and it was already winter and spring outside the mountains, and it was another year.

Meng Heng rarely sighed.

The Meng Mansion was no different from when he left, the grass and trees were neat, as if someone had maintained and repaired them. It's just that there is no one on the way, but it is more deserted than before.

Oh, the tanuki and the rabbit spirits are missing and missing. Meng Heng suddenly remembered.

Not only that, but even the boy who was used to running all over the ground and brought back from Master Li was nowhere to be seen.

Meng Heng was slightly stunned.

At that time, I suddenly heard a call from behind, but it was an extremely familiar warm voice.

Listening closely, there was a trembling surprise and disbelief in the voice.

"Heng'er ......"

Meng Heng slowly turned his head.

I saw a young man in a plain brocade robe standing under a cluster of green bamboos, looking at him from afar. The young man's figure seemed to be a little emaciated, his originally handsome face was even thinner, and there was a lingering tiredness between his handsome eyebrows.

Xiao Yu...... How could it be him.

Meng Heng said silently in his heart.

The young man had already walked over quickly, stretched out his hand and grabbed Meng Heng's arm, the force was so great that it hurt him slightly.

"Heng'er, where have you been for so many days? Why don't you tell me? I searched the entire capital, and I almost had to go all the way to the south and north, riding a horse to find it. The young man's voice was extremely low and hoarse, as if he had endured so much in the past two long months that he was exhausted.

Meng Heng's heart moved slightly, but he didn't answer, only looked at the other party and grabbed his hand.

"Heng'er, why don't you speak?" The young man asked softly, for a long time, and then raised his hand to stroke his sideburns, and his movements were quite cautious.

"Is there something going on that that you can't say?" The young man frowned slightly, and there was some worry in his voice. Seeing that Meng Heng was still silent for a long time, Fang smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "Don't say it." As long as you stand well in front of me now, I will be at ease. ”

The young man's hand stayed between Meng Heng's hair, gently stroking it one by one. A slightly itchy touch came, and Meng Heng closed his eyes.

The next moment, he grabbed the young man's wrist and stopped the young man's movements, and his eyes no longer dodged, and he raised his eyes and looked straight over.

"Heng'er?" There was a slight doubt in the young man's eyes.

Meng Heng's thin lips were pursed, only to feel that there was some dry hair in his throat, he frowned, finally stabilized his mind, and said in a cold voice: "You are not him." 166 Reading Network