In the secret room, Gan Meng, who has red pants tied around his head, looks very much like Ultraman.

At this time, several aunts arrived one after another, and they came over without saying a word and untied Gan Meng's trouser belt.

Gan Meng was so frightened that he finally couldn't help but shout, "What are you going to do? ”

The-stirring stick immediately hit his mouth, and with a "pop" sound, Gan Meng only felt the slightest sweetness in his mouth, and broke the skin of his mouth in one fell swoop. The foul smell coming from the cloth covering his mouth made him almost suffocate.

"You've done all this bad stuff because of that thing. We are going to do a minor surgery on it, rest assured, it is a professional who will do the surgery, and it will not have any impact on your life later in life. Wei Cunlan explained.

An aunt took out her surgical equipment and shook it in front of Gan Meng. It was a copper knife, and it was flattened in front of a copper nail and sharpened into a blade. Gan Meng also recognized that this was a pig knife.

"I was wrong," begged Gan, "spare me!" Really, I know it's wrong, please spare me! Before he could say a few words, an aunt immediately pounced and blocked Gan Meng's mouth with a pillow. My daughter pleaded with you. The aunt raised her eyebrows and said, "Did you soften your heart at that time?" Did you let her go? No, you don't! Pick him up! ”

Several aunts took Gan Meng's pants off.

Gan Meng was gagged, don't say anything, he can't even breathe. After a few moments, his eyes began to roll upward. The pillow was released, and Gan Meng happily inhaled the foul breath and coaxed air, and then cried silently.

At this time, the aunt with the knife began to squat down at the foot of the bed, and only heard a "dang" sound, as if something metal had been placed at the foot of the bed. Gan Meng nervously looked down, but couldn't see anything.

"The knife is a little blunt," the aunt said, holding up the knife and observing, "my old man can't do it anymore, and he hasn't had this knife for several years." She bent down, and the grinding sound of a knife rustled sounded.

Gan Meng's eyes looked at the exquisite patterns on the ceiling, and he felt that this secret room should be a rich family's house, and it was very tastefully decorated. He didn't dare to raise his voice for fear of being beaten, so he lowered his voice and said, "You are breaking the law by doing this, and you will go to prison!" ”

"Hah!" Wei Cunlan smiled, "Do you think we still care?" ”

Another aunt said: "When my daughter committed suicide, I hoped that the law would punish you, but nothing happened; Later, I hoped that karma would punish you, but nothing happened. There is no way, we can only believe in ourselves. ”

Gan Meng was desperate, he no longer struggled, no longer pleaded, just quietly listened to the sound of sharpening the knife.

There was a "bang", and the sound of glass being smashed was heard outside.

An aunt asked Wei Cunlan, "That kid came to smash your window again?" ”

Wei Cunlan nodded, "Shhhh

There was silence in the room for a while, and a boy's laughter came from outside: "Hahaha! Then there was the sound of footsteps running away.

A cloud of sunlight filtered in through the shattered glass and shone on the wooden floor.

It's a good day.

After the snow, the weather is even colder.

Mei Wanghe and Wu Tingsi stood side by side under the Ferris wheel of the playground, looking at the road outside the gate.

"Maybe she won't come." Mei Wanghe said.

Wu Tingsi looked back at the three or five peripheral disciples standing behind him, with tears in his eyes: "The tree is falling and scattered!" I didn't expect that there were only so many people left in Dutianmen. "The fiasco for several days has made the people of Dutianmen disheartened. Even if they really killed Zeng Mengshu, it would take at least a few years for Dutianmen to restore its former glory.

"Have you thought about it for the future? If you need a way out, I welcome you on behalf of Zhishouguan. Mei Wanghe said.

Wu Tingsi shook his head and said, "You don't have to persuade me," he looked very tired, and sat on the ground, "Gan Meng has always taken care of me, and I won't betray him - as long as I survive this hurdle, as long as I am with him, the gate of heaven will not be over." ”

Mei Wanghe thought about it carefully and felt that it was right. Jianghu sects like Dutianmen are originally built on personal reputation, even if this reputation is notoriety, there are still some people who tend to be inflammatory. And in this world, in fact, most people are people who tend to be inflammatory.

At the far end of the road, a cloud of fog emerged, approaching the playground against the wind.

"Zeng Mengshu is still here." Mei Wanghe said with a sigh.

Zeng Mengshu was hunched over to the playground on her bicycle, surrounded by thousands of flying skulls, tadpole-like monsters of human skulls, spine, and ribs, native to the Windy Hell and born with the ability to fly.

Now, even one of the most faithful disciples has quietly slipped away, fearing that if he takes a slow step, he will die.

Zeng Mengshu stopped her bicycle at the entrance of the playground, she put the car by the gate, and then stood there, quietly watching Mei Wanghe and Wu Tingsi.

Wu Tingsi sighed in embarrassment, stood up and said, "Zeng Mengshu, why did you kill so many disciples of the Heavenly Gate?" ”

Zeng Mengshu also sighed: "I just came to investigate the murder of Ran Bisha, and I didn't expect to kill so many people." Jia Sanfu told me that Dutianmen is a good sect, and I wanted to stop at that time, and I thought about coming to apologize. But what about you? Bullying again and again, assassinations, sneak attacks, and everything you do, even my friend Wood Fairy was killed by you. Seriously, even now, as long as you say that the murder of Ran Bisha has nothing to do with you, if you dare to say it, I will believe it, and I will immediately turn around and leave-you say! ”

Mei Wanghe listened to Zeng Mengshu's words, and only felt that this girl was too young and impulsive, and actually said such a thing. Now as long as Wu Tingsi says that the case has nothing to do with Du Tianmen, this matter will be over. "You mean!" In Mei Wanghe's opinion, it's just a lie, how old are you Wu Tingsi, can't you lie?

Wu Tingsi opened his mouth and said, "I ......" and couldn't go on.

Mei Wanghe and Zeng Mengshu both stared at Wu Tingsi.

"I can only say: I didn't get Ran Bisha's blood, and I didn't participate in all the bad things in Tianmen, ha!" Wu Tingsi smiled sadly, "In the eyes of the disciples of Dutianmen, I am the most useless fourth brother, but even so, Gan Meng still supports me and has been protecting me. For the sake of Gan Meng, I will use it once today-" He stood up straight, and looked directly at Zeng Mengshu with his eyes: "If you want to find trouble with Dutianmen, just step over my corpse!" ”

Mei Wanghe looked at Zeng Mengshu with some guilt, "I'm sorry, Han Xuanxuan fell into the hands of Du Tianmen, I can only choose to save her-you don't have to be polite, you can use any tricks!" ”

Zeng Mengshu raised his hand and waved it at Wu Tingsi, and thousands of flying skulls pounced on Wu Tingsi like a school of sardines in the sea. Gusts of cold wind poured into the hollow eye sockets and sparse teeth of the flying skull, making a "hissing" sound.

Wu Tingsi squatted on the ground, spitting black mud "wow".

Mei Wanghe saw that Wu Tingsi's technique was slow, so he took out the Yin-Yang Mirror and shook it at the Flying Skull Group, "Ang-" With a dragon roar, the golden dragon that had only been refined recently came out of the mirror and pounced towards the Flying Skull Group.

The golden dragon pounced into the group of flying skulls, its mouth spewing dragon breath, its four claws scratching wildly, and its body twisted and twisted in the group of flying skulls. The flying skull was originally made of dry bones, where could it stop the golden dragon? I saw broken bones splashing everywhere, skulls rolling, and the golden dragon churning up and down in the group of flying skulls, brave and unstoppable.

The number of flying skulls has decreased dramatically, but they are still fighting hard. If Mei Wanghe hadn't been ashamed and only launched an attack on the flying skull, and did not hurt Zeng Mengshu, I was afraid that he would have won a long time ago.

At this time, Wu Tingsi's whole body was covered with black mud, and the black mud turned into an ancient armor, which was very majestic. Behind the mask, Wu Tingsi's blood-red eyes widened, and suddenly his hands clenched into fists, and the black mud on his hands grew out along the position of his middle finger, forming a pair of sharp spikes. The spikes are about twenty centimeters long, slightly curved, and pitch-black, with slightly transparent tips and a dark red color in the daylight.

Wu Tingsi stood up slowly, his eyes looked directly at Zeng Mengshu, one hand in front, the spikes across his chest, and the other in the back, the spikes pointed obliquely at the ground, he maintained this strange posture and ran towards Zeng Mengshu.

Zeng Mengshu was already very difficult to fight against Mei Wanghe, and when he found that the situation was wrong, he immediately thought about it, and the flying skull that was originally surrounding the golden dragon split in half and pounced on Wu Tingsi.

Wu Tingsi turned a blind eye to the flying skull, relying on the black mud armor to rampage, hundreds of flying skulls surrounded him and bit him, but he couldn't hurt him in the slightest. Wu Tingsi crashed into the flying skull, still rushing straight towards Zeng Mengshu.

didn't expect Wu Tingsi to be so strong, Zeng Mengshu only turned white with horror, and then took out a stack of paper figures to summon other creatures, at this time Wu Tingsi roared, jumped on his knees, and pounced on Zeng Mengshu in the air.

Zeng Mengshu was taken aback, the paper figures in his hand were scattered all over the ground, and at this time, Wu Tingsi had already pounced in front of him, and the spike in his right hand drew a dark red arc, piercing into Zeng Mengshu's heart, and the tip of the thorn passed through her thin little body and emerged from the vest.

A drop of blood dripped from the tip of the thorn and dripped to the ground with a "click".