Almost trembling, he clutched the strip of cloth tightly, read it again in disbelief, stared, bit his lip, and then rolled over and went straight out the door.

The hairband clearly said that he wanted to harm Qing'er, and asked Meng Jingluan to go to the woods alone to meet, and if she didn't arrive before the time, she would die.

Concerned about Qing'er, Meng Jingluan ran fast all the way, and he didn't care about the strange eyes of those disciples, and when he was about to leave the front door of the Shoharf Hall, a man stopped Meng Jingluan, "Hey, where are you going?" ”

Meng Jingluan was already anxious at this moment, where could he explain anything else? He took a step back and shouted at him, "Get out of the way!" ”

The man's brows were locked, and his tone was a little unkind, "What time is this, you want to go out of the aftermath, do you have the permission of a real person?" If not, come back as soon as possible! ”

Meng Jingluan was anxious, clenched his fists fiercely, looked around, nodded, and sneered pretending to be fierce, "Okay, good, if you don't let it, don't blame Meng Jingluan for being ruthless!" ”

Yan Bi took out the small dagger that Song Zitang gave to Meng Jingluan, jumped forward in two steps, and was slashing at the door in front of him, the man saw Meng Jingluan with a fierce and desperate posture, and climbed down to the side, who knew that Meng Jingluan was just a false move, and as soon as he let it go like this, Meng Jingluan found a gap and escaped.

The heart beats like a drum, and the wind grows under the feet. The cold wind at night was steep, and it kept pouring into the neckline, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on Meng Jingluan's forehead.

No wonder, no wonder I didn't see Qing'er when I was cleaning up and down today, and I should be suspicious at that time.

Can...... But will this be the game set up by everyone to lead Meng Jingluan to the set?

Everything experienced is like a chessboard, step by step, someone is pulling and forced to walk.

Having reached the edge of the woods, his footsteps gradually slowed down, Meng Jingluan watched vigilantly, step by step, along the bluestone path to the depths of the dense forest.

In such a situation, Meng Jingluan unconsciously remembered the situation when he went to Taiping Town and tracked Bao Le with Lin Hao late at night.

The moonlight was mostly obscured by dark clouds, and the remaining afterglow was dim and pitiful. The forest was a rustling cold wind, and the overlapping branches were like the outstretched claws of ghosts, waving strange shadows, cast on the path.

Walking to the rockery where Meng Jingluan and Song Zitang met, Meng Jingluan stopped, leaned against the rocks, and rested without a holiday.

The silence was silent, and the more unknown it was, the more terrifying it became.

That person's reluctance to show up was undoubtedly to make Meng Jingluan even more at a loss, so that he could be in his calculations step by step.

Meng Jingluan waited for Shicai's gasping all the way to calm down, and after thinking about it secretly, he raised his voice to the four sides, "What do you mean by hiding and hiding, don't you want Meng Jingluan to come?" My aunt and grandmother stood here, and if she didn't show up, Meng Jingluan left. ”

In the dead silence, Meng Jingluan's voice was a little abrupt, and as soon as the words landed, in the darkness not far away, there was a sudden sound of soothing applause, accompanied by laughter.

"Senior sister is really affectionate and righteous."

…… Man?

Meng Jingluan frowned and looked at the seven or eight disciples who gradually surrounded him, and when he saw the face of the leader, his heart tightened.

Thin and tall, with a white face and a smile, and his thin eyes full of frivolity, isn't it the Qinglong who has been pestering Han Yuan and was slapped in public by Jia Yu?

Meng Jingluan didn't have a good impression of this disciple, stared at him closely, and said in a deep voice, "You kidnapped Qing'er, where is she?" ”

He smiled and wrenched his fingers, making a soft sound of bones, and said leisurely, "Senior sister is so kind, she is too busy to take care of herself, and she is also worried about others." ”

Meng Jingluan's hands were always behind his back, and the dagger clenched with his five fingers was slightly wet with sweat, and his heart felt heavy. At this moment, Qing'er's whereabouts are unknown, most of them are in their hands, and Meng Jingluan's cultivation is completely empty, Hugh said that a group of people are swarming up, that is, Qinglong is fighting alone, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to ensure its integrity.

What to do?

"Qinglong, you Meng Jingluan Suri has no communication, and you don't have any grievances, who instructed you to do this?"

He shook his head, and gradually pressed towards Meng Jingluan, the flirtatious look on his face became more and more undisguised, grinned at the corners of his lips, and smiled, "Meng Jingluan, in fact, I have admired my junior sister for a long time, you don't have to be nervous, Meng Jingluan knows that the junior sister is in an embarrassing situation at the moment, if you obey Meng Jingluan, then Qing'er will naturally be safe and sound, so wouldn't everyone be happy?" ”

The entourage snickered and paused, and the self-evident deep meaning flowed in everyone's laughter, as soon as Meng Jingluan heard this oily and comical prodigal speech, he suddenly felt a hatred from the bottom of his heart, and looked around, but still did not see Qing'er.

"Really? I'm just afraid ......"

Meng Jingluan lowered his head and muttered something in a low voice, Qinglong came over with a smile on his face, and the white-faced Meng Jingluan was only three feet away, "Hey, what did my senior sister say, senior brother can't hear ......"

"Meng Jingluan said, I'm afraid that you have that thief heart and don't have that ability!"

Meng Jingluan's long-held dagger was suddenly raised high with a cold drink, and it slashed towards his neck like lightning.

Brush!

Although Qinglong was frivolous, the nature of a person who practiced martial arts still made him subconsciously dodge, and the knife did not reach his neck, but actually slashed down from the door in front of him, and in an instant, the cold light flashed, and blood splattered out.

Qinglong was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand in disbelief, wiped away the blood flow on his face, but Meng Jingluan was full of strength, the wound was quite deep, the blood soaked all over his hand, or kept gushing out, ticking down his jaw, most of his face was extremely terrifying, and before he could react, he was frightened and angry and roared out, "Slut, you, you dare to ......!" ”

Meng Jingluan held the dagger and pointed at everyone one by one, watching their faces gradually converge into vigilance and fear from obscene and explicit smiles, and sneered, "Zuo is just nothing, Meng Jingluan is dead today, and he will also pull two to accompany the funeral!" Then he turned around sharply to face Qinglong, gritted his teeth word by word, and said, "The first one is you." ”

With his calculations, behind the scenes, and his mother's forbearance and retreat, how could Meng Jingluan once again see someone he knew well being held in the hands of others, but he couldn't do anything!

Anxiety and anxiety were left in the darkness of no light for a long time, and finally turned into desperate madness, and the condensed and boiling heat in the chest was the naked desire to kill.

Qinglong was shocked by the chill that burst out of Meng Jingluan's eyes, paused, and then seemed to think of something, snorted, and his expression suddenly became ruthless, "Little girl, do you think that you are still in the South Hall, and you are held in the palm of your hand by the person surnamed Li?" Tell you, he didn't ...... a long time ago"

"You give Meng Jingluan to die!"

Meng Jingluan flew forward in a few steps, and the dagger raised suddenly swung down, the dragon had a lesson from the previous car, his waist spun to dodge away, and he raised his hand to buckle Meng Jingluan's wrist holding the dagger, the force was very great, and there was a burst of soreness in the wrist, Meng Jingluan gritted his teeth and ate it, turned his body around, rolled into his arms, raised his elbow and hit him in the face, missed the blow, and kicked his crotch with his knees.

On Qinglong's face, a grim color flashed.

Before Meng Jingluan's footsteps steady, he hooked his toes on the iron cable where Meng Jingluan was trapped, and lifted it suddenly, only to hear the sound of the iron cable impacting, Meng Jingluan couldn't react in time, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Oops!

Meng was stunned, and hurriedly rolled on the spot and got up, but before he could stand firmly, his neck was covered by a sharp and slender cold.

"Tsk, Senior Brother Qing, this little girl's skin is really spicy, move you, try it again?" The male disciple who held Meng Jingluan hostage salivated and smiled, and the dagger slashed lightly for a while.

Qinglong wiped away the blood marks on his face, and his expression gradually became ruthless, "Dare to teach Lao Tzu to break the appearance, hum...... If you want to see Qing'er, Meng Jingluan will let you see her! ”

After speaking, he waved his hand, and immediately the two turned away, and in a short time, a girl was violently pushed out of the dense forest.

Qing'er!

Meng Jingluan's heart tightened, the girl's mouth was stuffed tightly by burlap balls, and when she saw Meng Jingluan's eyes widened, she shook her head desperately.

"Qinglong, bully the less with the more, bully the weak with the strong, what kind of man are you!" Meng Jingluan watched the group of disciples with uncertain expressions, and gradually gathered around, laughing wantonly, "Let her go!" ”

He laughed, "Yo, do you hear, the little beauty is angry and let people go, you say, you can't let it go, ah?" Then he smiled a little and stared at Meng Jingluan, "Don't worry, junior sister, when you have had enough, I will take you to be happy!" ”

As soon as he said this, the rest of them didn't care about it, and immediately rubbed their fists, hugged him with a smile, and dragged Qing'er to the fake stone opposite, the mountain stone covered the girl's frightened look, but couldn't stop her miserable despair, and was blocked by the cry of silence. Immediately there was the sound of tears in the clothes, and lewd laughter came and went. The girl's slender wrists could be vaguely seen being erected, struggling desperately.

Meng was stunned, looking at everything that happened, and his eyes didn't blink, until the pain of sour and congested blood was forced.

Just because there is no family to rely on, is Meng Jingluan's life and death like a mustard?

Why does Meng Jingluan always regard it as a believer, thinking that no matter how bright the world is, the depths of the darkness are even more filthy and dirty?

Meng Jingluan is really ...... Is it really a demon, a demon who brings disaster to the people around him?

No...... No!

It's better to resist than to sit still.

"Qinglong, do you like Meng Jingluan?" Meng Jingluan suddenly said this softly, and then gradually turned around and looked up at him.

The man was stunned, bent down slightly, pinched Meng Jingluan's chin, and said with a smile, "What do you mean by this, junior sister?" ”

Disgust swelled desperately in the bottom of my heart, and my nails clenched into my palms.

But this moment is the last chance.

When he raised Meng Jingluan's jaw to look, Meng Jingluan slowly raised his eyes to look at him.

From the anger on his face at the beginning, to the hatred when he bows his head. At this moment, Meng Jingluan's face was full of indifference, melting little by little. Slowly hooked the corners of his lips, narrowed his eyes and smiled.