Lei Quan immediately called Xiao Er to find the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper seemed very calm, after all, he had encountered a lot of this kind of thing, not to mention that the matter of the Meng family's brothers was not a secret, at least for these guys of their Meng family.

"Meng Dashao's people took Meng Ergongzi away!"

To Lei Quan's surprise, he learned the news from the shopkeeper without much interrogation.

Regarding Meng Ergongzi being taken away by Meng Dashao, the innkeeper behaved very calmly.

Lei Quan asked Meng Dashao where he lived, and the shopkeeper directly told him that he could go to the tallest building in the south of the city to find Meng Dashao.

"There's no fraud in it......"

Lei Quan thought about it and finally believed the innkeeper, after all, the innkeeper had no reason to deceive him.

Lei Quan then flew towards the south of the city without thinking about it.

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On top of a certain high-rise building in the south of the city, the floor is as high as the sun, and the carvings on the red bricks and green tiles are also extremely exquisite, but at this moment here is murderous, I saw a group of Dharma protectors with a murderous aura standing under the building, observing the wind and grass around them, maybe they are waiting for the arrival of a person.

And in that palatial high-rise building, Meng Er Gongzi had already been captured by a group of big men, sitting in one place and waiting for the arrival of another.

"Bell, bell, bell......"

The footsteps were crisp and melodious, and every time the footsteps came made Meng Ergongzi's heart tremble, and his eyes flashed with humiliation, because that footstep was familiar to him, it was nothing more than the footsteps of his so-called eldest brother Meng Haode.

Monhode came out, he was wearing a plain silk leather jacket, a blue lychee leather belt tied around his waist, flowing hair, a pair of deep phoenix eyes, a burly body, and a really dignified and elegant appearance.

But to Mongjold, Monhod was like a terrible executioner, and his filthy soul was hidden under his dignified appearance.

Meng Zhengde trembled unconsciously, as if Meng Haode's momentum could always force him to life and death.

"My lovely brother, why are you here again today?" said Monhod, who seemed to smile, and once again he got the kind of brotherly fear he wanted in Meng Zhengde's pitiful eyes.

Meng Zhengde didn't say a word, he was already caught by Monhode, but before every beating, Monhode would always smile and ask him why he came here.

"Brother really hasn't seen his brother for a long time, brother should let his brother remember his brother well!" Monhod said again, as if he was deep, frantically trying to devour his brother.

Monhod's last words even came out of his teeth with his teeth closed.

When Meng Zhengde heard this familiar words, this familiar tone, he would always think of the scars on his body, his body trembled unconsciously, and he even wanted to howl.

Monhode seemed to have a feeling of comfort listening to the howl of his brother in front of him, and he didn't feel the slightest guilt, after all, the brother in front of him had harmed himself countless times, poisoned countless times, and had to find someone to test the poison for him before eating.

But the more this happened, the more Monhode felt that life was very interesting, at least he had an enemy, and an enemy beside him.

That enemy wants his life all the time, doesn't want to bite his flesh and bones all the time, even wants to cramp and peel his skin, and even wants to knock him out of the bone and suck the marrow.

"O my poor brother!

"Smack!"

I only heard a sudden sound of a leather whip, whipped on Meng Zhengde's body, Meng Zhengde's clothes were instantly broken by the leather whip full of spiritual power and very sharp, the leather whip hit Meng Zhengde's body, Meng Zhengde's body suddenly appeared a blood mark, and the leather whip was suddenly stained with a trace of blood red, and even a blood splashed in the air and fell to the ground.

Meng Zhengde couldn't even help but tremble, and at that moment, Meng Zhengde couldn't help but roar angrily.

"It's the same root, why be too anxious to fry each other!"

"Hahaha!"

Monhode's mocking laughter could be heard in the main hall for a long time.

Meng Zhengde hated Monhod's laughter the most, and that laughter seemed to carry mockery, and there was the possibility of nothing.

"My poor brother, this is the best joke I've ever heard, why didn't you think about it when you sent someone to poison your brother?"

"My poor brother, why don't you think about this when you make your brother dare not eat?"

......

Monhod couldn't help but tremble and say a lot of nonsense in a frenzied manner, and he said it over and over again.

Meng Haode pulled his leather whip and swung it at Meng Zhengde again, at that moment Meng Zhengde felt that his life was worse than death, but after thinking about his brother's words, he was indeed a little excessive.

Meng Haode's muscles burst out, and he pinched Meng Zhengde's neck, wanting to pinch him to death.

Meng Zhengde kept pushing Meng Haode away with his hands, constantly patting, no matter how he struggled, with the strength of his Chuxiao realm, he could never get rid of Meng Haode's hands, his arms were so weak.

Meng Haode's strength was very great, pinching Meng Zhengde's neck, Meng Zhengde opened his mouth, his tongue couldn't help but want to escape, his whole face became red because of excessive force, Meng Zhengde felt that he was about to suffocate, and that suffocation made him feel that he was about to die.

But the more this is the case, the more Meng Zhengde hates Meng Haode, the pain of suffocation is elusive, like being locked in a small dark box, constantly compressed, compressed until his body can not stretch, and then continues to compress, compressed until his hands and feet are broken, compressed to the point that he is indescribable.

But whenever Meng Zhengde's eyes were about to turn up his white belly, Meng Haode would always let go of Meng Zhengde's neck, if this guy died, he couldn't say anything in front of his father.

Meng Wanshi didn't care about the comings and goings between their brothers, no matter what, they couldn't go too far, they weren't allowed to hurt Meng Zhengde's face, and they couldn't let him die.

"Even if Zhengde is a waste, he can't let him die, he is the bloodline of our Meng family!"

Mon Wanshi's words always surrounded Mon Hon's ears, and it seemed that only Meng Wan Shi could control him.

But the more this happened, the more Monhod felt that his father was very partial to Meng Zhengde.

"Why didn't you let me kill him?"

Meng Haode once asked Meng Wanshi paranoidly, but he almost didn't let Meng Wanshi die, Meng Wanshi didn't speak that time, just told him with his actions, what is death!

So Meng Haode didn't dare to touch this bottom line no matter what, but the more Meng Zhengde did this, the more frightened he felt, his brother was indeed a genius, even if he deliberately suppressed him not to cultivate, but this guy still successfully cultivated to the realm of Chuxiao, which made him feel fear all the time.

But Meng Haode never dared to abolish Meng Zhengde's martial arts, because of the existence of Meng Wanshi, Meng Zhengde's progress is also in the eyes of Meng Wanshi.

If you want to inherit the position of the head of the Mongol family, you must obey the duties of the head of the Mongol family.

It seems that Meng Wanshi is always deliberately protecting Meng Zhengde.

This made Monhod extremely jealous.

"Why?"

There was a constant wail in the hall, endlessly, no one could hear it, and even if it did, it couldn't do anything for the second son of Meng.

I remember that some people said that Meng Dashao was not, and the next day the man was in a different place, and there was no one on his body intact, and he was ravaged endlessly before his death.

Meng Zhengde was in pain at the moment, every time he was so scarred, he would hate his sweat very much, when the sweat washed his body, the faint salty smell could simply kill him, and he couldn't help but tremble, as if in addition to trembling, in front of Meng Haode, everything had no effect.

Whenever Meng Zhengde encounters such a situation, he always wants to die, but every time he thinks of Meng Haode's proud appearance, he always gritted his teeth and continued to persevere, even if no one treated him, he also sought medical advice by himself, even if the old doctor who had seen a doctor for himself was unwilling to continue to treat himself, he still secretly sent someone to thank him heavily, and then asked Gao Ming.

"I want to live, I want revenge!" Meng Zhengde shouted weakly, even he himself thought it was a little funny, how could it be, how could I fight my brother who covered the sky with one hand.

But at this time, a person suddenly rushed in, that person was Meng Haode's iron-fisted staff Zhang Zhiwan, who has always been the person Meng Haode trusted the most, when he came in, he was first shocked, and then returned to normal, after all, this is not the first time to see such a situation, and Meng Haode's abuse of Meng Zhengde is not once or twice, it has long been commonplace.

"Say!" Meng Haode seemed to regain some clarity, threw the blood whip stained with Meng Zhengde's blood in his hand to one place, and then continued to ask Zhang Zhiwan.

Zhang Zhiwan said respectfully: "A young man came to Tianning Tower, saying that he wanted to see you, Gongzi. ”

"Say I'm not there, don't you see that I'm busy?" Monhod's backhand was a slap in the face, in fact, Monhod was not only like this to Mongjode, but also to the people around him.

The slap suddenly appeared on Zhang Zhiwan's face, and it was as if it was printed on it, but Zhang Zhiwan behaved very calmly, and then said: "Childe is angry, that guy's strength should not be underestimated, if he can be taken under his command, it may be a big help." ”

Even though Meng Zhengde was in a trance at the moment, he could still hear who that young man was, he couldn't believe it, it couldn't be him.

Meng Haode also took a sharp breath, glanced at the blood-stained Meng Zhengde, and scolded angrily: "You are lucky today!"

Then followed Zhang Zhiwan out of the main hall.

The moment he just closed the door, Meng Zhengde shed tears and said secretly in his heart:

"Brother Lei, it can't really be you......"

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