The purple sky light has been a little stronger, the air is floating in the freshness, there are a few faint clouds floating, if you change the place, change the situation, such a clear day, should be able to give people a feeling of extreme pleasure and joy, but now, no, on this rocky slope, the sun is exposed to those strange and jagged rocks, and then reflects the cold faces of those silver-clothed people, full of hostile search eyes, this warm and hearty autumn morning beautiful atmosphere, completely destroyed.

Behind the stacked stones, Meng silently stared at these people of unknown origin, the semi-circle they formed gradually narrowed, and at this moment, the expressions on their faces could be clearly seen, and it was difficult to even point out the expressions that represented what thoughts they had in their hearts.

The old drunkard swallowed his saliva and muttered, "What do they want?" What do they want to do? ”

Suddenly—

One of the silver-clothed men who was advancing among the rocks shouted, and Meng looked at the shouting man, God, he was holding up something in his hand, it was a mud-stained skirt, a part of a woman's clothes!

There was a small patch on the corner of the polluted skirt, and the color was faintly light green, and the light green was the same as the blue was wearing!

Beside Meng Ke, Yingge trembled greatly, she covered her skirt with her hand, but no, there was a piece missing from the hem, and the edge of the skirt that was torn off showed an irregular crack.

patting the back of her hand soothingly, Meng said softly: "Don't worry, what should come will always come, they have nothing to fear." ”

She looked at him uneasily, and said in a trembling voice: "Ke, now is the time for you to drink morning tea, you shouldn't suffer from these tortures and ...... Persecution ......"

There was a sudden sour feeling in his nose, he forced a smile and said, "We will have time for morning tea, as in the old days, you bring me tea yourself, and don't forget to bring two pieces of fried shortbread......

There was a layer of crystal tears floating in Ying's beautiful eyes, and the corners of her lips twitched and choked twice, and she fell on his shoulder and sobbed sadly......

There were many memories of the past that rushed into Meng's mind at once, and he bit his lower lip in a foolish reflection, the dream-like past, the joy of tears in every laughter, every word, every deep and eternal gaze, the ripples that expanded in circles but never ended, these passed too quickly, like some slippery elves that were too slippery to be noticed, until they were far away, and people regretted why they didn't grasp it carefully......

Outside, the silver-clad men had stopped their advance, their eyes watchful and cautious at the place surrounded by layers of rocks, and at some point, the great wand in the thick leopard skin sheath on their backs had been pulled out, and it looked even more vicious.

The light of the sky reflected the magic weapons in the hands of the silver-clothed people, reflecting the dazzling light, and the angle at which they stood was very clever, and they looked like nothing on the surface, but in fact they had occupied a favorable offensive and defensive position, and they could quickly attack the pile of rocks or immediately guard against a sudden attack from the opponent.

Meng is deeply familiar with these tricks, he has gone through too many large and small battles, as long as he stands in a random posture or a small action intentionally or unintentionally, he can immediately judge what this person's intentions are towards him, and even further can speculate on the other party's way and tricks if he makes a move, at this time he reluctantly pressed too many feelings in his heart, and eagerly paid attention to the every move of those people.

The old drunkard rubbed his face and asked in a low voice, "Childe, depending on the situation, we can't avoid ......"

Meng snorted and said coldly: "We haven't avoided it all along, we're just waiting, brother, this is called waiting." ”

Suddenly—

A voice came from outside, a cold, stiff, emotionless voice: "Listen to your friends in that pile of rocks, if you are the fellows of the 'Gray Demon Society', please come out immediately, your tricks cannot hide from the 'Heartless Society' of the Great Wasteland!" ”

The three words "Wuxinhui" were like a lead ball thrown under the stone, sonorously crashing into Meng's eardrums, he was slightly stunned, and said slowly: "This is the person who Wuxinhui?" Well, but it's only known by its name, and it's rare to see it......"

The old drunkard moistened his mouth and said in a sand voice: "It's not enough for the fucking unintentional to be a male and domineering under the barren mountain where no one is looking, what kind of mountain gate did you come here to scold?" ”

Before Meng could reply, the cold voice sounded again: "If you are not a friend of the 'Gray Demon Society' in the pile of rocks, then, in order to prove that you are not hostile, please show up and take a few words!" ”

Spat again, the old drunkard looked through the cracks in the stones, and scolded in a low voice: "I gnaw his sister, this little beast who has not lost his hair is still like a thing, just like the real thing......"

Meng lightly patted Lan's cheek and greeted the old drunkard: "Brother, you take precautions, I'm out." ”

The old drunkard nodded hurriedly: "Be careful-"

With a shrug on his tiptoes, Meng Ke stood lightly on the cascading stone pile, his broken clothes fluttering in the wind, lining his face covered with blood stains, like a post-mortem who broke through an ambush on all sides, and like a ghost who was too tired after fighting with demons.

As soon as the silver-clothed people around them touched their eyes, they couldn't help but snort, and some of their left hands even touched the light rod and cane on their chests.

Meng looked coldly at the people standing around, his expression was haggard, and there was a detached and unconventional atmosphere.

The young man on the other side, who had a dull description, also seemed to be shocked by Xiang Zhen's appearance and bearing, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took a step forward, concentrating on the rigid and said, "Friend, dare to ask the surname Gao?" ”

Xiang Zhen glanced at him and said calmly, "Meng." ”

The young man hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Do the friends of the Gray Demon Society have claws with their friends?" ”

Meng smiled slightly and said, "I don't know each other. ”

The young man looked sideways at his companion down the slope, and the sun shone on the golden ring of his hoop, and the silver-clothed men who remained at the bottom of the slope seemed to have noticed the situation above, and a figure leaped away from the beast's back, rising and falling, and flashed up and down with great speed.

Meng Ke's eyes were sharp, and at a glance, he could already see that the person who came was the middle-aged man with a short beard and a crown of jade.

In an instant, the person who came had fallen beside the young man, he looked at Meng with grace and majesty, and whispered a few words to the young man beside him, although then he turned around, hugged his fists slightly and said: "Unintentional will be reasonable!" ”

When Meng heard this, he couldn't help but add a little respect and two points of caution, he knew that the "Wuxin Meeting" was well-organized, the magicians were as strong as clouds, powerful and united like a net, and its lord was very noble and mighty, not having two sons, but he was afraid that he would not be able to hold this position.

Elegantly replied, Meng said calmly: "I have heard the name of the three young people for a long time, and the prestige is even more famous!" ”