When a few people returned to the Wuwang Mansion, they were just in time for dinner.

The hungry Zhao Chen hurriedly came to the dining table, and reached out to the plate without thinking, but before he could touch the edge, he was patted away by a pair of rough hands.

The woman had a smile in her eyes, and there seemed to be pain hidden at the end of her wrinkled eyes: "Look at your dirty, go back to the hospital to wash and eat first!" ”

Zhao Chen reluctantly withdrew his hand and muttered: "Then Qin Niang, you have to help me protect the chicken legs, and the province has asked them to rob it all." ”

Everyone in the hall laughed good-naturedly, and they deliberately shouted that they had to eat chicken legs first.

Qin Niang couldn't help laughing out loud, and quipped: "Go quickly, maybe there are still left." ”

Meng Yong on the side looked lonely, Rao is a common scene these days, he still feels that he can't get used to it.

The dignified Wuwang Mansion is rude up and down.

There is also no distinction between dignity and humility when eating, not only the main family, subordinates, and guards gather together, but also noisy and noisy, completely ignoring food and sleeping-

He silently followed Zhao Chen back to the hospital, thought about it and said: "There are no rules, there is no circle, you should spend some time to control and control the people in the house." ”

"Discipline what? They are all my family. Zhao Chen walked into the warm pavilion by himself, and continued to smile and said, "Without them, this day would be a bad day." ”

She put her hand into the hot water, wiped her face tightly, squinted her eyes comfortably, and snorted: "Of course, the family should be comfortable and how to come, those rules will only make people awkward." ”

"The system of respect and inferiority handed down since ancient times always makes sense, after all, you are the master..."Meng Yong said lightly: "Always so indulgent, it is difficult to guarantee whether they will take you in their eyes for a long time." ”

The corners of Zhao Chen's eyes and eyebrows were full of wantonness, and he happily wet a cotton towel on his face, and said vaguely: "What kind of dignity and humility?" Not! Comfort – Comfort is stronger than anything else..."

She leaned lazily on the couch and said in a brisk voice: "And I don't need them to take me seriously, I am also the youngest in this family, how good it is to be pampered by the big guy with peace of mind." ”

Meng Yong was silent for a long time, his long eyelashes lowered, covering all the hidden fluctuations at the bottom of his eyes.

After a while, he suddenly followed Zhao Chen's example, wiped his face with the same grin, and instead of wiping it, he wrung the cotton towel paste, and collapsed on the couch like her.

The little thing next to him was silent, and it was quiet as if he was asleep.

The sudden sense of leisure after breaking the shackles, as well as the inexplicable temperature brought by the thing called "home", made him feel a little peaceful, and even the string that had been tight for many years was temporarily loosened-

The two of them were quietly crooked on the same couch, each closing their eyes and thinking about their own thoughts, and they didn't move for a long time.

After a long time, Meng Yongcai nudged her and smiled gently: "Don't worry about chicken legs?" Don't be afraid of being eaten up anymore. ”

Zhao Chen moved a few times and didn't get up, but half of his body pressed on him, and hummed lowly: "They are just talking and laughing, but in fact, they love me the most, they all remember what I love to eat, and they will keep it for me." ”

Meng Yong was inexplicably in a very good mood, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise, and he softened a lot.

After thinking about it, he pushed Zhao Chen away, got up and found the medicine box, wiped the wound on her palm again, and wrapped it neatly.

"It's also broken today, hurry up and eat and go back to the room early to rest." He ripped off Zhao Chen's cotton towel, stared at the little face, and couldn't help but laugh: "As for your remarks, in the final analysis, you love to be lively and unwilling to be formal." ”

Zhao Chen bent his eyes and smiled without justifying.

After all, if it weren't for these warm emotions... How to dispel the coldness left in the desert north.

In the main hall of the front yard, everyone in the house has already finished eating.

Zhao Chen looked at the complete plate of chicken legs on the table, and the little shrewdness that he could still see in the past was completely clean, and he was satisfied like a child who had won a treasure.

Meng Yong shook his head and took a few mouthfuls of food, couldn't help but smile again, and didn't say softly until he finished eating: "I'm going to go back to the theater class next night to have a look, live there directly, you remember to get up tomorrow morning and don't get your hands wet..."

It was rare for him to say so much gossip, Zhao Chen listened carefully after a moment, and nodded his head from time to time.

It wasn't until Meng Yong finished explaining that she left with peace of mind that she smiled and nibbled on the chicken leg again, and a different kind of expectation flashed in her eyes.

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The cold winter night is silent, the wind and snow are beginning to stop, and the streets are silent.

The slow figure suddenly appeared on the roof of the roadside house.

Dressed in black like ink, the woman has a delicate figure, her head is bowed and her shoulders are bowed, her porcelain white nose keeps sniffing, and only a few traces of oil stains stained on the corners of her mouth destroy the image.

It was Zhao Chen, who had just finished nibbling on a plate of chicken legs.

Dressed in a woman's outfit, her appearance has changed a lot, her daily deliberately straight and tall figure, all kinds of camouflage on her body... All of them were removed by her, and they looked more cute and lovely than when they were men.

And the reason why she is like this is precisely for Meng Yong, who left the house under the pretext of excuse.

Based on what she knew about Meng Yong these days, that person was obviously a person who would only grasp everything firmly in his hands and control the situation in an orderly manner, how could he allow his actions to be exposed to the enemy?

So even though the red-faced old man in the mansion managed to escape, she still concluded that Meng Yong had definitely done something, so that she could find this old man at night and kill someone...

So she took advantage of the "warmth" on the couch just now, and secretly rubbed a large amount of special medicinal powder on Meng Yong's body.

The smell of this thing is extremely shallow, even Meng Yong can't detect it, but it's enough for her to smell and chase after her-

Zhao Chen rubbed his frozen red nose and covered his entire face, leaving only a narrow slit at his eyes.

The target Bone Spirit is nearby!

She took the exercises to the extreme, and the whole person was like a falling leaf in an instant, and between a few ups and downs, she silently approached the residential area in the distance, and found a commanding height.

In the bright moonlight, Meng Yong's figure appeared on the street.

It was still the usual black fur, the green silk was casually tied, only a few strands fluttered beside his cheeks, and there seemed to be some gentle smile between his lips.

Zhao Chen couldn't help but pinch her teeth when she looked closely, she could be regarded as seeing the luxury from the top masters!

In this winter, Meng Yong actually used his inner breath to circle a living king butterfly in his palm.

A male king butterfly that can find the breath of a female king butterfly within a dozen miles!

He took one step at a time, without hurry, walked to one of the doors, and put away Wang Die, who was guiding him-

The red-faced old man was seriously injured in the house in the afternoon, and he forced himself to enter the city and hide here, and then he was unable to move.

It was finally slowed down until now, and he only regained some strength, and was about to wait for dawn to go back to his life - Prince Wu took someone to take the things! This man must not stay any longer!

The sound of footsteps in the courtyard sounded very suddenly, and suddenly the red-faced old man's heart tightened.

He picked up the axe and quickly flashed out of the room, while whispering, "Who is it?!" ”

The moon was shining brightly, and Meng Yong, who was smiling lightly, stood alone in the small courtyard, silently like a sculpture.

"How are you?" The old man frowned when he saw his appearance, and quietly searched left and right.

"The old man walked too fast today, and he didn't even have time to say hello." Meng Yong curled his thin crimson lips and walked towards him, and whispered, "Why don't you make up for it-"

The sudden sense of crisis was accompanied by creepy, and the old man didn't think about lifting the axe to slash at Meng Yong.

Zhao Chen, who was in the dark, couldn't help frowning, as if he was mourning for the old man, but his eyes stared at Meng Yong without blinking.

In the courtyard, Meng Yong only took a light step, and the old man's arm was like taking the initiative to send it, and he went straight to meet his snowy dagger.

The sound of blades smashing into flesh and bones was clear, and then the severed arm and the axe fell to the ground together

He quickly pointed his toe at the old man's body, and with what should have been a terrible and piercing scream, he was sealed in the old man's mouth.

Zhao Chen, who was secretly spying on all this, seemed to have forgotten that the old man had been seriously injured, and pouted very unhappily.

This damn old man is too brittle! It's mighty during the day! It's so useless!

She kept slandering in her heart, but she was not idle, but took out a small iron ball from her bosom, quietly crawled to the side, and after igniting the inside of the iron ball, and measuring the distance, she threw it towards the courtyard with all her strength.

Tonight, she's not here to be a spectator!