"I'll go find Yan Yu. ”

Thinking of this, Meng Yuntao couldn't sit still any longer, dropped a sentence, and got up to leave.

......

Moment.

"Are you here?" Yan Yu glanced at the person who came and pointed to the seat opposite: "Please take a seat." ”

Meng Yuntao asked abruptly: "This time, you helped him, right?"

"That's right. ”

Yan Yu nodded with a smile: "Your people are a bit brainless, so I have a very bad impression of you, anyway, I don't have the idea of fighting, since someone has made a bid, I naturally don't mind doing a favor." ”

"No chance?" Meng Yuntao asked in a deep voice with a twisted eyebrow.

Yan replied: "This time there is no more, you have to be trustworthy, you can't go back on your word, you will have no friends if you do this." ”

Meng Yuntao lowered his head, thought for a while, and said, "With your strength, you can become an elite disciple at any time, no matter which force you join."

But if you still haven't made a choice, it means that you have something else in mind. I just want to know, how long will you stay like this?"

Yan Yu glanced at him, and his impression of Meng Yuntao in his heart improved a few points. "A month, two months, no one can say. ”

When Meng Yuntao heard this, he immediately chuckled, because the Shadow Stone had three chances a year, that is, once every four months, if after four months, Yan Yu fell to Qi Yang's side, I am afraid that they would not have the slightest possibility of fighting in the future.

Therefore, for the sake of today's plan, the only way to stabilize him is to win him over to his side, and even if it doesn't work, he has to let Yan Yu remain neutral.

At the very least, it is necessary to stabilize him and seize the next opportunity.

"Next time, who will you help?" Meng Yuntao asked.

Yan Yu pushed the teacup over and said with a smile: "One yard is one yard, I will help him this time, and it may not be next time." ”

Meng Yuntao frowned: "What price did they pay?"

"I'm going to do it, Chief Disciple. Yan Yu's words were profound and concise.

"They support you?" Meng Yuntao raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then said: "Even if they support you, there is no ......"

Halfway through the sentence, it came to an abrupt end.

Meng Yuntao raised his head in amazement, looked at Yan Yu a little sluggishly, keenly caught the narrow smile on his face, and couldn't help but lose his voice: "You guessed that I would come?"

"What do you say?" Yan Yu shrugged.

"You guessed I'd woo you?"

"What do you say?"

"If you say that, I'm sure I'll support you too, so that you don't completely fall to Qi Yang?"

"What do you say?"

"What would you do if I didn't support you?"

"Keep helping them. ”

“...... I will also support you this time and push you up, but at a ...... cost"

"You don't know what it means, Chief Disciple, right?" Yan Yu interrupted him and said with a smile, "By then, I'm afraid I'll have already left here, haven't I?"

Meng Yuntao smiled bitterly and sighed: "It seems that I still underestimate you." You just use Qingzhou as a springboard, and this place is just your temporary residence. ”

Yan Yu raised his glass and replaced the wine with tea: "So, you don't have to worry, do you?"

"Well, I wish you a smooth journey in advance. Meng Yuntao raised the teacup, his heart was gloomy, and he said with a smile: "But even so, when I fight for the day, I will not show mercy." ”

"If you keep your hand, I will look down on you. Yan Yu drank it all and shook his sleeves. "Although you are a disciple of the sect, you are very good and worth handing over.

I expected you to come, but I didn't expect you to come alone. I think you'll definitely bring reinforcements, not to mention suppression, at least give me a warning. ”

Meng Yuntao shook his head and smiled lightly: "For this little thing, everyone knows about it, it's too low-grade." What is the difference between this and those naughty children who go home to sue their elders if they can't beat them? I, Meng Yuntao, am not so unbearable. ”

——

Night.

Hospitality.

Zhou Haimei suddenly shook her eyebrows, woke up from her deep sleep in an instant, sat up with a breath, wiped the cold sweat on her forehead with palpitations, and subconsciously operated the power in her body to calm her restlessness.

"What's going on?" she rubbed her temples and looked around, suddenly realizing that something seemed to be wrong around her.

Rotten.

When did the clinic become like this?

She got up and got out of bed, trying to put on her shoes, but found that the shoes had already been torn, and with a little force, the sheets were suddenly torn, and the tables, chairs, and benches next to her were mottled with lacquered wood and a layer of dust.

The fruit was rotten and smelled unpleasant, and there was a blur of chilling glow outside the window, as if something terrible was watching in the dark.

Click~Dingdong~

She couldn't help but raise her guard and felt her blade, but there was a burst of debris in her hand, and with a slight force, she saw that the Leng Yan saw that the saw suddenly broke and fell to the ground, clanging.

Call......

A gust of cold wind poured in, breaking open the creaking door, revealing a black hole, like a passage to the abyss, and just by looking at it, there was a feeling of palpitations.

"Hehe~, so it's mysterious. ”

Zhou Hai froze for a moment, then sneered, and strode out.

I don't know how long it took.

With a fierce collision sound, Zhou Haimei unwillingly covered her pierced neck, and her beautiful eyes glared angrily at the black shadow holding the sword in front of her.

Yan Delirium, that's him, this black shadow is Yan Delirium!!

Zhou Haimei shouted wildly in her heart, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and when her strength was finished flowing along the wound, she suddenly lost her voice.

"Hoo ......"

She woke up suddenly, shook her head fiercely, grabbed her hair indiscriminately, looked at the bright sunshine outside the window in a little confusion, and was a little distracted for a while.

Dream?

Is it really a dream?

Is it just a dream?

Such a real dream, how could it be!

Zhou Haimei subconsciously touched her throat, and seemed to be able to vaguely feel the piercing coldness when the sword blade pierced her throat.

"Now, what time is it?" she rolled over and got out of bed, dressed, and asked casually, "I hear it seems to be a little noisy outside." ”

Someone answered her question with a smile: "Today, it seems that it is time to compete for the Lingering Stone again, and there are all little guys joining in the fun outside." ”

"I'll take a look. Zhou Haimei said and walked outside.

When she arrived, she noticed that something seemed wrong.

The surrounding audience, like puppets, stared blankly, waved their arms mechanically, and opened their mouths to let out ear-to-ear cheers and cheers.

The people on the stage are Yan Yu and Meng Yuntao.

What made Zhou Haimei feel ridiculous was that Yan Yu actually had three arms, which was more of a demon than a human. And Meng Yuntao is not far behind, except for the similar head, his body is like a centipede.

"No, no. ”

Zhou Haimei couldn't help but be in a trance for a moment, and inadvertently bent her legs weakly and leaned on the person next to her.

Cold...... There is no temperature.

She couldn't help but get goosebumps, and when she turned her head to look, she saw that the guy she knocked down was lying on the ground and still waving his arms.

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