No way! How could Dad die? Those two cops must have made a mistake.

Meng Yao only felt that her head was messy, but no matter what, she couldn't accept this fact. She and her father only met in the afternoon, and he also had Uncle Zhang ---- Zhang Zhendong by his side, who was a famous martial arts master. Besides, aren't there still scars on them? And how can something bad happen?

I must have just woken up, and my head was still groggy, and I heard it wrong. Well, I must have misheard. Or, after being bitten by that little black guy, he was poisoned and had a phantom auditory hallucination!

Definitely. Thinking so, Meng Yao stretched out her smooth and tender little hand and gently rubbed it on her sleepy eyelids.

Strange, why are those two policemen still there? Isn't this a fantasy auditory hallucination? She remembered the image of the nun holding a cold pistol at her father's head with an indifferent face in the afternoon, and she couldn't help but tremble in her heart.

Could it be that what they say is true? Daddy he already? … An ominous premonition came to my heart, and after thinking about it with great fear, I was blown by the forest wind in this mountain, and two lines of tears fell.

"You... Awake? ”

A man's voice rang out, gentle, but slightly suppressed.

Meng Yao raised her head and met a fresh and handsome face. He was staring at himself with burning eyes, his sword eyebrows frowning slightly, as if he had something to say to himself. There was a flustery in her heart, and she was afraid that she would hear some bad news about her father from this man's mouth.

"My dad, he..."Meng Yao opened her mouth to ask if the words of the two policemen were true. But as soon as the words came out, she regretted it, was timid, and retreated, and the little witch Meng Yao, who had always been afraid of the sky and the earth, but the little witch Meng Yao showed a scared expression at this time.

It is said that love is deep and hopes for eternal life, and hates it and hopes for its early death. Obviously, Meng Haitao is one of the men she loves most in her life, and of course she has good reasons to hope for his eternal life, and hopes that he can live happily.

That's her father, her only relative in this world! She didn't want to hear any bad news about this man, not even some unreliable and nonsensical lace news.

"The Lotus Temple seems to have been sealed by the police." Ye Feng said as he pointed with his chin to the Lotus Temple not far in front. Although he was now hugging Meng Yao and hiding behind a big tree, the distance between him and the two policemen was not too far, and he was really afraid that one of them would attract their attention if he was not careful.

It is said that being a thief has a weak heart, it should be this truth, right? Ye Feng thought, do those perverts who have done bad things and can calmly deal with each other, do they all have a heart of stone? Otherwise, how can they spend the money they have obtained by touching porcelain or fraudulently sending?

Meng Yao really wanted to go forward and ask the two policemen if they had seen their father Meng Haitao, but they were afraid that they would hear unfavorable news from them, so they hesitated for a while, so they could only frown and shrink into Ye Feng's arms and sobbed silently.

At this moment, Ye Feng was keenly aware of a faint breath coming from the hillside behind him, and it seemed that someone was calling for help.

This voice? He seemed familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. Yes, he's sure he'd heard it. But where and when? Ye Feng thought carefully...

Just when the mountain wind rose again, it once again transmitted that faint cry for help to Ye Feng's ears. He suddenly woke up, and couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, and the secret way was not good. This voice is clearly made by Meng Haitao's personal bodyguard ---- Zhang Zhendong!

If he is still alive, what about Meng Haitao? I just heard those two policemen gossip and say that Meng Haitao died very miserably, it can't be really bad for someone else's poisonous hands, right? If that was the case, Ye Feng lowered his head and looked at Meng Yao in his arms, wondering if he should help this delicate and lovely girl take over all her father's assets and status.

She~, is she ready? When both parents died at such a young age, they must feel very lonely, right? Is this ~ very much like my current self? Lonely and helpless, it is called every day, and the earth is not spiritual.

In any case, Ye Feng can't die without help. So, he gently patted Meng Yao's shoulder and whispered, "Listen, it seems that someone is shouting for help." And this voice is very familiar, it should be..."He did not directly say Zhang Zhendong's name, but motioned for Meng Yao to come and identify it personally.

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Meng Yao stopped crying and pricked up her ears to listen carefully.

"Help... Help, help! ”

Sure enough, after waiting for about three or four minutes, Meng Yao really faintly heard a man's cry for help. It's just that this voice is a little vague, accompanied by the whistling mountain wind, which is a little inaudible, and with her hearing, she really can't confirm whether it was shouted by Zhang Zhendong.

"Let's go over and have a look." Ye Feng lowered his voice and said to Meng Yao, and when he saw the other party nodding, he picked Meng Yao up from the ground. After Meng Yao felt the strength of her body, she wanted to break free from Ye Feng's arms and walk by herself, but was forcibly stopped by Ye Feng.

What are you kidding, what if she accidentally steps on the air and rolls down the hill? Even if she was very careful, what if she stepped on the dead branches and leaves and made a strange noise to attract the policemen to her? If one or two of these police blacksheep are connected to those killers, then are they in danger today?

Sail carefully for a thousand years, this sentence is an eternal truth.

So, Ye Feng supported Meng Yao's white jade neck with one hand, and her round and firm ass with the other, and ran down the mountain road like a fox with agility, running towards the faint cry for help.

The night was deep, the wind was slightly cool, but Meng Yao's face was hot at this time. She is still an authentic yellow flower girl, although she is in love, she also had a crush on a boy on the school team when she was in middle school. But at most, it's just holding hands, where has there been such intimate contact?

What's more, the man in front of him was supporting his ass with his strong and powerful big hands, although Meng Yao's hands were on Ye Feng's waist, pulling his clothes to leave a little distance between himself and him. But this mountain road is really bumpy, and the two lumps on her chest are full, and they rise and fall with Ye Feng's running, and they also touch Ye Feng's waist from time to time.

What does that feel like? Crispy, numb, itchy, I want to resist, but I can't help but feel it. Meng Yao's body was tense, her face was shy, and she was even red from her forehead to the base of her neck. I had the heart to ask Ye Feng to let her down, but this feeling was too wonderful, and she was a little reluctant.

I was very conflicted in my heart, wondering: How can this be? How so? Father's life and death are still uncertain, and Uncle Zhang doesn't know where to go, how can he think about his children's affairs at this time? This is a blasphemy against my father and a disrespect to Uncle Zhang.

While thinking wildly, he clearly felt that Ye Feng's pace was slowing down, and then he heard the voice calling for help again, saying, "Help... I. ”

Meng Yao suddenly broke free from Ye Feng's embrace, bent her waist, and wanted to find Zhang Zhendong's figure in the dark woods. She was very sure that this voice was made by Zhang Zhendong. It's just that he seems to be very badly injured and seems to be hiding somewhere under his feet. But the light was too dark, and the woods were so dense that she couldn't see anything.

Ye Feng helped Meng Yao to let her stand first, and then took her little hand and hugged a small tree in front of her, and then whispered: "Don't move when you stand, next to the cliff, listen to the sound, Uncle Zhang should be somewhere under the cliff." I'll go down and see how I can get him. ”

"Well, be careful." Meng Yao also lowered her voice and said. When she played the flute in Wuwu before, she suddenly felt very restless, and her mouth full of teeth seemed to be itchy and unbearable, so she opened her mouth in a daze, and unconsciously bit Ye Feng's neck.

Who knew that this bite actually bit Ye Feng's neck and gushed blood. Her head was in a mess, and she didn't know how she stuck out her tongue and licked the blood away. But it was precisely because of this that he coincidentally helped her get rid of the mink poison in her body.

You must know that not everyone's blood can detoxify this mink, if it weren't for the fact that the person she bit was Mu Linglong's host Ye Feng, who had the ability to heal quickly, even if she was holding a blood bag and drinking enough, she wouldn't be able to help her get rid of the toxins in her body.

Seeing that thin and resolute figure leap down and jump under the cliff next to it, a warmth suddenly rose in Meng Yao's heart. With him, there is always a sense of security inexplicably.

Says who? When Heaven closes a door to you, it will definitely open a window to you. Perhaps, Dad is the door that was closed; And Ye Feng is the window that God opened to her Mengyao, right? Is this fortunate or unfortunate? Meng Yao smiled bitterly, laughing and laughing, tears fell again.

She heard it very clearly just now, and the person who called for help was undoubtedly Zhang Zhendong. Thinking about it this way, Dad must have had an accident. Meng Yao, who had never believed in Jesus, quickly closed her eyes and drew a cross on her chest, thinking about it, Jesus is the god of the West, and she was afraid that it would be too late for him to come over to rescue her father, so she closed her eyes slightly and began to ask Guanyin Bodhisattva for peace.

"You don't have to read it, no one will know if you read it in your throat." A neutral voice sounded suddenly, and then I only felt a strong wind, and as soon as the figure flickered, a big hand covered Meng Yao's mouth and nose. First, there was a pungent fragrance, and before he could shout help to Ye Feng, the person closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Ye Feng raised his head and looked at the cliff he had jumped off, although it was only more than four meters high, it was like a wall in front of him. If you are alone, take a dozen steps back, and with the help of the cushion, you may be able to climb up. But when he saw Zhang Zhendong, who was curled up in the dead branches and grass, covered in wounds and dying, he gave up this ridiculous idea.

Who the hell can climb a cliff more than four meters high with such a person on their back? When is he the omnipotent Ultraman?

Walking quickly in front of Zhang Zhendong, Ye Feng's eyes suddenly straightened. He couldn't believe that the man in front of him was Zhang Zhendong.

When we met in the afternoon, we were still dignified and grandmaster, but at this time, we were already unrecognizable and scarred. The left side of his face had been cut several times by glass shards, and the right side of his face, which had been scorched and blackened by the flames, had been completely deformed. The clothes on his body were even more tattered, and it was obvious that he had been ravaged by the fire.

Burnt, twisted, and deep into the flesh, it is shocking to look at, and the hair stands upside down. It should be a miracle that he has survived until now!

Ye Feng's heart sighed for a while, it was difficult for him to accept, in just half a day, he actually turned a martial arts master with immortal wind and bones into this appearance, and he really looked old in the spring, and he didn't know if he was dead.