Meng Ke looked at her, he understood that she was deliberately comforting each other, things can't be so optimistic and simple, people are not stupid, especially her brother.

The old drunkard took a step forward and said in a hoarse voice: "Childe, can you go to the road?" ”

Raising his head, Meng looked at the flickering cold stars in the sky, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and after a while, he muttered and said softly: "Let's go, girl, you have to take care, and, little flower girl." ”

She didn't speak, there was a hazy brilliance in her eyes, and she nodded her heavy, almost imperceptible nod, as if endless pain was holding her back, what were these pains? Was it to fear what she had done or what was to come?

Is it because of the self-blame and guilt for her behavior this time? Or, maybe she can't bear the sorrow of parting in front of her?

Meng Xiang Mi owes his waist, and resolutely turns away, he just walked a few steps, Mi suddenly caught up, she trembled in her voice, and asked with a pale face: "You..., are you still coming?" ”

He was silent for a while, and said profoundly: "I'll come back, Miss Mi, I'll come back." ”

Mi took a step back, she was shocked by the other party's distant eyes, shocked by the other party's calm and infinitely cold voice, faintly, she said: "Come back with a bloody hand of revenge?" ”

Looking at her, Meng said in a low voice: "You know that I will be like this, Miss Mi, but I will also remember what you gave me tonight; I've been a person with grievances since I was a child. ”

The silent sigh was contained in a helpless bitter smile, and this bitter smile appeared in the corners of Xiang Zhen's stiff lips, condensed in Mi's heart, there was nothing more to say, didn't it? Who told them to grow up and know in such an embarrassing environment? There are very few things in the world that have both worlds, and it is rare to find an ending as full as a full moon, and there is some providence in it.

Leaving behind some, or a lot of unfinishable messes, is similar to leaving behind some intricate grievances and loves, no one wants to leave some worries and regrets; But often, they are so inevitably left behind.

Meng Ke and the others walked farther and farther, the road under their feet, also walked more and more rugged, the old drunkard turned around, he saw that Mi's figure was still standing in the original place, the night was thick around her, although her maid Xiaohua has been standing beside her, but he strangely experienced the girl's lonely and lonely feeling, this feeling is intangible, can only be understood and difficult to speak, no one can say how a person who is admired and surrounded by a grass canopy how his heart is sad, Just like no one can understand how empty the heart of a person who makes a high-level statement in Zhang Yili is.

There were stars in the sky, sparse and scattered, flashing with a cold light, and the air was very cold, late autumn, wasn't it?

The old drunkard walked with difficulty, and after a long time, he said in a low voice: "Son, are you really going up the mountain?" ”

Meng shook his head and said lightly: "No, let's walk around the foot of the mountain." ”

On his back, Lan sighed tiredly and said softly, "Ke, are you tired?" ”

His heart skipped a beat, and he rubbed his cheek gratefully with his ear, he understood that what Lan wanted to ask at the moment would not be just this sentence, in her heart, she must want to know who Mi was; But she didn't ask, the place where he was stronger than other people and women was right here.

Turning his face sideways, Meng looked at the mountain villa below, where the lights were brilliant, the light of the torches shining back and forth, the tall, small pavilions and pavilions were separated by a layer of fog, a layer of gray-black fog, this stretching building, he looked deeply, he knew that he would never forget, he would use his flaming anger and hatred to pay tribute to the grievances he had suffered, which could not be avoided in the slightest.

The old drunkard patted him on the shoulder and said, "Master Meng, don't look any further, I know what you're thinking; Now, you should first find a place to rest and heal, and also, avoid the pursuers for the time being. ”

Meng Yao looked at the shadow of the distant mountains, nodded, and said tiredly: "You're right, this is exactly what we need to do at the moment. ”

The group staggered to and fro, walking in the grass and thorns, in the rocks, on the paths, among the trees, they walked slowly and hard, but they always walked, to the side of the mountain, to the dawn, yes, the sky, it was almost dawn.

This is a steep rocky slope, behind the slope is a lush mountain, below the slope there is a dense woods, but most of the leaves have fallen, between the woods and the rocky slope, a five-foot-wide mountain road winds gracefully, at this time, the surrounding is silent, the time is still early in the morning.

On the rocky slope, there is a huge and inclined gray-brown rock sticking out obliquely, under this huge rock, there are dozens of stones of different sizes stacked together, just enclosing an irregular wall, and the stretched boulder blocks the view, or wind and rain, from the outside, you can't observe what happens behind the stacked stones, but from the inside, you can see every move outside very clearly by borrowing the gap in the rocks; Now, Meng Ke and Lan Yingge, the old drunkard and others are resting here.

Meng leaned against an erected rock, lazily half-staring, beside him, lying quietly; The oxman and his sister rested at the base of the sloping boulder, while the old drunkard came and went, muttering something incessantly.

The air was very fresh, with some dew and grass roots and the freshness of the earth, and the occasional birdsong, but it seemed very far away.

Cenarius spat a mouthful, and impatiently walked to Meng Ke and sat down, Meng opened his eyes and looked at him, Bao wanted the old drunkard to wither and burn yellow, his lips were scorched to the point that there was no trace of blood, and his two eye sockets were deeply sunken, like two big black holes coated with ointment! His hair was like grass, and his demeanor looked extremely haggard and decadent.

Sighing, Meng Ke said, "Brother, I am really sad to see you like this. ”

The old drunkard snorted dryly, and said with a mouthful of yellow teeth: "That's it, your little white face of Saipan'an is not strong, but I am afraid that it is not much better than my surname Senna; In short, we've had enough to eat this time. ”

Meng looked at the sky contemplatively, and after a while, he said slowly: "That's right, the opponent is indeed ruthless; I like this kind of opponent because it makes me feel less embarrassed when I retaliate! They did it perfectly, brutally and perfectly! ”

The old drunkard snorted and said in a deep voice: "Meng Gongzi, you only know that they give me the old fist three times a day, and I am so hungry that I have gold stars in my eyes, and I take a vampire bat to suck my blood, and there is one ...... you don't know."