The welfare home, which had been lively for a long time, quieted down in the night.

Ouyang Yanyun followed his parents with tears in his eyes. When saying goodbye to Yuan Meng, Ouyang Yanyun couldn't leave, and finally hugged him and cried bitterly. Yuan Meng's mood was also very low, although she was also reluctant, but she could only let out a long sigh in her heart! While Ouyang Yanyun was hugging herself and crying bitterly, Yuan Meng injected a large amount of Xuan Soul Aura into her mind. It's a pity that it backfired, what Yuan Meng didn't know was that he thought that injecting aura would be good for Ouyang Yanyun's brain memory and help her study hard, but he didn't want to inject too much, and then he almost caused a catastrophe that he regretted for life.

Yuan Meng practiced his fists and feet in the courtyard, which was a kind of exercise he liked very much recently. Because through continuous fist and foot practice, the strength of the body has increased recently, and it is more and more in line with the body, and the support and control of strength are becoming more and more handy. Although the fists and feet are all garbage routines learned on the Internet, he effectively kneaded several sets of punches and feet together to remove the fake and retain the truth, and then fused them into the delicacy of the "Panlong Fist", combined with the spiritual power of the ghost kill, but seeing that its moves are wide open and closed, there are delicate hand-to-hand grappling techniques, which look extremely beautiful and chic. I don't know how to see it, thinking that he is practicing martial arts performance routines, if a real master sees it, he will see that he is hiding a killing machine, and if he is not careful, it will definitely make the opponent's soul fly. If Kong Lin sees it, he definitely belongs to the former, and he must think that he is just embroidering his legs for eyeballs. Only true grandmaster-level masters will be impressed by the breadth and profundity of this set of boxing techniques. Yuan Meng named this set of boxing techniques "Xuanmeng Xiaoyao Boxing".

Fang Hui saw Yuan Menglian sweating profusely, and felt distressed, so he hurriedly brought tea, brought a towel, told him to rest and drink some water, and carefully wiped the sweat off his face for him.

Yuan Meng took a sip of water, looking at Fang Hui's still sad appearance, knowing that she was reluctant to let Ouyang Yanyun go, after all, she was a child raised with fourteen years of hard work, not her own child, but her own child. This kind of flesh and blood affection, Yuan Meng understands very well.

"Auntie, be happy, and me, I will be filial to you. I have the ability to let you enjoy your old age in peace! Believe me! I will be your most filial child!" Yuan Meng took Fang Hui's hand and said sincerely.

"Meng'er, aunt believes in you! Auntie is just a little reluctant to Yun'er for a while. By the way, Yun'er's father wanted to give me a bank card, but I didn't. You won't blame Auntie, will you?!"

"No, it's right, if we take this money, our feelings for Yanyun will change. Auntie, praise for your behavior!" Yuan Meng smiled slightly, and gave a thumbs up to Huishu. Then he said, "Auntie, you rest early, and our days will get better and better in the future! ”

Yuan Meng kissed Fang Hui on the forehead, and Fang Hui happily went back to the room to rest.

Seeing Fang Hui walk into her room, Yuan Meng took a shower in the courtyard and returned to his room. Thinking of Ouyang Zhenhua's gift to Fang Hui's bank card, he thought of the ginseng planted, it had been almost two weeks, and the time in the Dream Continent was equivalent to nearly forty years of growth, and it could be harvested in a few days. It should be convenient to make a move, but how to make Fang Hui believe and accept this money is a headache.

Yuan Meng shook his head, put aside the ginseng matter for the time being, turned off the lights, let go of his divine sense, and prepared to enter the dream realm to cultivate after observing the safety around the welfare home. This is a habit that Yuan Meng has developed since the last arson attempt.

Suddenly, a black shadow standing on the roof of a building not far away was locked by Yuan Meng, and the other party was wearing a long black trench coat with a hat and was staring at the welfare home.

"It's actually an ancient martial artist, and it should be a Xuan-level Xiaocheng master. Yuan Meng's heart moved, the other party must have come for himself? I don't know if the other party saw it when he practiced boxing just now? The vigilance is too bad.

Yuan Meng went out and came to Fang Hui's room, and a soft aura blew through, allowing Fang Hui to fall into a deep sleep. Then, he slowly walked to the courtyard and sat down, opened the mobile game and played, his mind always locked on the dark shadow on the roof of the building in the distance.

On autumn nights, there is a hint of coolness in the air. The people of the town have fallen asleep.

Yuan Meng was quietly playing with his mobile phone, and he had noticed that the black shadow on the roof of the building had disappeared and was slowly walking towards the welfare home.

The dark eagle walking in the darkness had a flat face. In the afternoon, I received this million task on the secret door platform, and I thought that the target of the assassination was a disciple of the ancient martial arts, but after stepping on the point, I realized that the target was just a young man who knew how to embroider his legs. It's no wonder that Dark Eagle looks at him like this, Yuan Meng looks a little thin on the outside, his body is constantly moistened by the soul river, and the thin skin and tender flesh are wrapped to hide the powerful spiritual power flowing in his thick veins. A slightly immature handsome appearance, like a big boy next door. The dark eagle came to the door of the welfare home silently, and looked around, but there was no one on the road, only countless flying insects shuttling under the dim street lamp.

The dark eagle no longer hesitated, and with a stomp of his legs, he fell into the welfare home like a flutter.

"Zhen Nima is a stupid one, there is clearly an ambush, you still dare to rush in, go die......"

The dark eagle who had just landed was stunned, "Is there an ambush?" was so frightened that he hurriedly lay down, looked around, didn't find anything, and looked at the person who spoke, who was the target of tonight, only to see him with his head down and playing with his mobile phone.

"Stupid, look at it, run away!" Yuan Meng focused on his phone, foaming at the mouth.

Dark Eagle was a little ashamed, thinking about his career in the rivers and lakes for five or six years, he was always used to killing enemies at night, so his friends on the rivers and lakes gave him the nickname "Dark Eagle". The Night Eagle was actually scared by a boy in the dark night, what a shame! The Dark Eagle wanted to slap Yuan Meng to death! However, the Dark Eagle thought about it for a while, it was too easy to shoot to death, and decided to play with Yuan Meng first.

So, Dark Eagle walked up to Yuan Meng and asked in a low voice, "Little brother, what are you playing?"

I thought Yuan Meng would be taken aback, and jumped up with a scream. Who knew that the plot had changed, Yuan Meng raised his head and glanced at him with disdain, "Blind, the master is playing a mobile game!"

Dark Eagle was stunned again, Nima's painting style was a little wrong! In the blink of an eye, Dark Eagle clawed, momentum like a rainbow, grabbed Yuan Meng.

"Are you a master of the rivers and lakes? Bad review!" Yuan Meng chuckled and grabbed Dark Eagle's wrist with one hand.

The dark eagle was startled, and with another kick like lightning, it hit Yuan Meng's crotch. Eagle, strong in both talons. And Dark Eagle is also quite satisfied with his leg skills, and no less than ten successful celebrities have injured his feet. He seemed to hear the sound of Yuan Meng's egg breaking, and couldn't help but show a hint of a gloomy smile.

"It's too slow, it's still a bad review!"

Said that it was too late, when it was fast, Dark Eagle didn't hear the sound of Yuan Meng's egg breaking, but he saw Yuan Meng's punch slamming into his footboard, "click", a huge pain came, and before he passed out, he heard the sound of his foot plate bones shattering.