It can be imagined that in Liang Yunguang's heart now, what kind of character Zhang Mengmeng is. It's an abandoned child, something that can be thrown away casually, a doll that was once very expensive, a gorgeous old dress that you don't wear anymore when you take it off, that's all. Therefore, he looked hysterical on the surface, but behind his back, he was relieved to be slapped and said hurtfully, that is, when he saw Zhang Mengmeng's pear blossoms with rain, he was slightly worried.

"It turns out that she actually already approves of me in her heart? She is actually willing to follow me?" Liang Yunguang listened to Zhang Mengmeng's words, and felt a huge wave of remorse hit his heart heavily: "......But! I can't compare with the position of the head of the house, and she can't compare with my Liang Yunguang's career! Besides, when I become the head of the house, why worry about not finding a better woman than her? Maybe I, Liang Yunguang, are destined to have nothing to do with her...... She's just a stupid woman anyway!" Liang Yunguang's heart swirled like a storm again, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and in the end, all the good memories, all conscience and feelings, were rudely buried under the ambition of becoming the head of the Demon Pavilion, and women were destined not to become stumbling blocks in a man's career!

"Don't cry, Zhang Mengmeng. Liang Yunguang's words became as gentle as before, but Zhang Mengmeng instinctively felt that his voice was mixed with cold and blunt hypocrisy: " I, Liang Yunguang, am very honored to be able to see you like this, and I am willing to believe that the relationship between you and that silver-haired boy is really the same as that brother and sister, but, Zhang Mengmeng, you must understand that as a man, as a man of the Southern Empire, I have been told since I was sensible that my daughter-in-law cannot be allowed to contact other strange men, even if it is just a ten-year-old child who has not grown all her hair! You may not care, but I, Liang Yunguang, care! So, I can only say very sorry that between me and you, it's still ...... Keep the dots apart as well. ”

Zhang Mengmeng was stunned, she could feel that there was something in her body that had been supporting her life, and it was cooling rapidly. She suddenly suppressed her crying, and even forced herself not to shed tears, and her eyes when she looked at Liang Yunguang also turned into stubbornness and resentment: "Okay, you Liang Yunguang, it turns out that you hate me like this!" After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked to the door, neither looking back, nor paying attention to Liang Yunguang shouting behind him pretendedly: "Zhang Mengmeng, wait, wait! I haven't finished talking yet! We can still do the same as before~~~~!"

"It turns out that you don't think I want you anymore, but you think I don't want you...... Is it dirty?" Zhang Mengmeng walked out of Liang Yunguang's room, crying as she walked, her tears turned into the most beautiful pearls in the world, falling down in large pieces, and falling into crystal clear shattering spots in the corridor, sadly refracting the lonely and cold lights in the corridor, like a disillusioned world.

Broken, broken, irretrievable. Zhang Mengmeng clearly understands that from now on, from this moment on, the once invincible "Three Talents of the Demon Pavilion" will be completely a thing of the past! Maybe in the future, Liang Yunguang will be with other women and other disciples of the Demon Pavilion to form a new so-called Three Talents of the Demon Pavilion, but in any case, from now on, she, Zhang Mengmeng, will not have anything to do with the name of "The Talented Woman of the Demon Pavilion".

In the girl's mind, the image of the silver-haired boy resurfaced, so clear that it was frightening. "Fortunately, the old lady is not completely unwanted!" Zhang Mengmeng had sad tears on her face, but her mouth hooked up a wry smile like a corpse. She wept all the way, and walked back to her room all the way to her room, and the back was so heart-wrenching.

The door slammed shut, and then the sound of a girl crying was heard in the room.

Is she crying Liang Yunguang? Definitely not. Is she crying Wei Zhongxian? Not really. She is crying goodbye to her past, crying goodbye to the lingering compassion of the past, and from now on there will only be a ruin of youth.

On the other side, Liang Yunguang also kicked the door hard, and irritablely took out a bottle of high-grade liquor like medical alcohol, and half a bottle of lower stomach when he raised his neck. "For our future position!Cheers!Hahahaha!Liang Yunguang, the head of the Demon Pavilion, my subordinates toast you!Come!it!Goo-too-to-do!" He forced himself to laugh out loud while pouring his wine, but the tears that flowed down completely betrayed his mood.

It was a fiery pain of losing a treasure, tattered and empty. It wasn't until this moment, 13 minutes after Zhang Mengmeng turned around and went out, that Liang Yunguang came back to his senses and was shocked to understand what he had done! Yes, the position of the head of the house is very important, but Zhang Mengmeng is not necessarily really unimportant in his heart......

At this time, he suddenly realized that everything was irretrievable. The three talents of the Demon Pavilion, from now on, will be a thing of the past. He, Liang Yunguang, will never be able to get the slightest help from Zhang Mengmeng, and even Wei Zhongxian's help will be lost. From now on, he must fight alone, and he will never be like before, without any crisis in front of him, he was keenly discovered by Zhang Mengmeng and strangled in his front teeth. From then on, he had to deal with everything alone.

Therefore, when he discovers that everything is irreparable, the first thing he feels is not sadness, not decadence, not pain, but what is more unbearable than sorrow - loneliness.

It was a feeling of being alone, with enemies in front of you, bordering on fear.

Liang Yunguang lowered his head, and desperately forced himself not to cry, what man doesn't flick if he has tears, get out of the way!

Tears, flowing through the corners of the mouth, mixed with the undried liquor, bitter, salty, spicy and spicy, except for a hint of sweetness, as if hinting at the future life, full of struggle, excitement, fighting and blood, but without a trace of happiness.

With three short laughs like night owls, Liang Yunguang forced himself to pack up his mood, forgetting his glory, humiliation, victory, defeat, and all the past, leaving behind the past, towards the future, towards the dream, and rushed to the past at an accelerated pace.

Colorful youth, no matter how colorful and splendid, in the end there is only a touch of faded heaviness, which is called maturity.

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In the room of silver dust, the gates of hell are opened, and all ghosts are crying, like the end of Shura.

It was completely different from the situation when refining the plum blossom dart, last time Yinchen just wanted to test the process of refining the treasure weapon of the "Remnant Soul Sutra", but this time, it was the guy who really refined himself to defend himself and save his life. Last time, it was just a casual one, but this time it was carefully prepared.

In the small room, the doors and windows were closed, and the four walls were depicted with four different elements, anti-undead circle, anti-evil circle, anti-holy circle, and anti-elemental circle...... All kinds of protective attacks were lined up, and they almost cut this room into a separate space. On the beams and roof, a carefully arranged, three-dimensional golden sun cross cutting circle quietly buckled down, suppressing all mana fluctuations, and the door of the dead bones slowly opened directly below this circle.

10,000 living souls.

Ten thousand living souls, the negative emotions such as grievance and unwillingness exuded were enough to change the celestial phenomena on a small scale, so that this stronghold of the Demon Pavilion, for no reason, suffered a cold and tragic rainstorm, but these negative chaotic aura was suppressed by the magic circle all over the wall, and no change occurred outside the room, and everyone in the Demon Pavilion's room did not perceive the horror in this disciple's room.

There was no way for 10,000 remnant souls to completely rush out of the Gate of Bones, and even when the entire room was stuffed with undead, only nearly a few hundred remnants of souls rushed out of the Gate of Bones. Silver Dust lowered his head, ignoring the transparent souls that were howling all over the room, but raised his hand again and firmly, and threw the row of Skybreakers into the air one after another.

The seal, which was many times more than last night, was easily completed by Silver Dust, and ten fingers of his two hands crossed an extremely complex trajectory in the air, it was not the most complex, powerful, and most difficult final method in the "Remnant Soul Sutra", but the most complex refining array that completely and completely combined the dark attack magic, the undead attack magic, the arcane attack magic and the final mystery of the "Remnant Soul Sutra" in Gabroyle's magic civilization. The cultivation methods in the "Remnant Soul Sutra" are the so-called "prohibitions" outlined by the threads twisted into the remnant soul, these prohibitions are magic seals in Yinchen's view, and any magic seal can be analyzed at the bottom using those theories in "Introduction to Quantum Magic".