Caressing the exquisite urn in his hand, Meng Beiping once again repeated regretfully: "She shouldn't be like this." ”

What shouldn't it be?

At that time, Reald didn't know Mengwan, and he couldn't understand what Meng Beiping's "like this" was.

"What is she supposed to be?" Reald asked.

……

"What is she supposed to be?"

No one paid attention to him, Meng Beiping still lowered his head and stroked the sea of ashes in his hand

Reelder's patience gradually faded, and he raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at Meng Beiping's head.

Suddenly, Meng Beiping looked up, his red eyes were red, and he roared at Reald: "Nothing is right! She's not like that! She's not like that! You ruined her, you ruined my envoy! ”

End, at the corner of Meng Beiping's mouth, blood overflowed.

He died, it was suicide.

There was no will, no funeral, and no way back for anyone in the Meng family.

Holding a box, a generation of heroes in shabby dresses, just died.

Reald stood in front of Meng Beiping's corpse with a gun in his hand, full of emotion.

In the long years to come, Rearder would often think of Meng Beiping's words at that time.

"She shouldn't be like this."

What shouldn't she be?

……

Now, Reald has the answer.

"You're such a madman."

Meng Beiping nodded approvingly, and applauded Reard, "If you are worthy of being the Marshal of the Star Alliance, I will pass, those old guys shouldn't look at you." ”

The triumphant expression made Reald want to punch him in his handsome face.

Wang Qian, who had been listening to the two people going around in circles, seemed to have thought of something.

"Face, mask...... How can you! ”

Wang Gan's eyes widened and he questioned Meng Beiping opposite.

……

In Wang Gan's memory, Mrs. Wang always said, "It's so similar, it's exactly the same." ”

"What exactly is the same?"

Wang Qian asked Mrs. Wang.

Lying on her back on the rocking chair, the old lady Wang held the young original body in her arms, and her big wrinkled hands gently patted her back.

Turning her head sideways, Old Lady Wang winked mysteriously at Wang Qian; "You'll know when she's older."

Wang Qian couldn't wait for the original body to grow up, and when the original body was five years old, people from the Meng family came. They forcibly snatched the original body from Wang Gan's side.

Old lady Wang sighed, "It's all fate." ”

The original body gradually grew up, and Wang Qian didn't understand why the old lady Wang was "too similar, just the same." ”

The original body is not like anyone else, whether it is personality or appearance, she is the most maverick one in the family.

……

Meng Beiping looked at Wang Qian with a smile, "Why can't I?" She is mine, and I have the right to do anything to her. ”

With that, he stretched out his hand to Wang Gan, "Give her to me, she should come back." In the future, she will be the pearl of the entire star, and I will nourish her with the entire Meng family. ”

"No, don't think about it."

Wang Qian protected Meng Wan behind him, twelve silver scalpels hung in the air, and the tips of the knives were aimed at Meng Beiping's outstretched hand.

……

In the interstellar age, people have more than one face.

In order to protect their privacy, in order to make their private life more undisturbed. The interstellar man invented the quantum bionic mask.

They are like real faces, flexible, warm, and real.

With it, interstellar people can use different faces to appear in any corner of the interstellar world. I will never worry about what I am doing now about what impact I will have on myself in another identity.

However, a mask is a mask, and it will still make mistakes.

Just like plastic surgery in the 21st century, as long as you have the heart, you can still find the difference.

However, the face change of the Hua Ya clan will not, a new face, a completely new identity.

This is a secret art, and it is also a forbidden art.

Only a few people will know about it.

Obviously, Wang Qian is one, and Meng Beiping is also one.

Not only did he know, but he did it.

His face was full of sadness, and Wang Gan's tone was in disbelief, "Why? Father, Wanwan is the most child. You promised your mother that you would take good care of her. ”

Meng Beiping said as a matter of course: "I'm taking good care of her, now, give her to me." It's time for her to come back. ”

Meng Beiping just raised his feet and prepared to walk forward. The scimitar that was spinning in place instantly slashed through Meng Beiping's thigh.

A knife with a deep visible bone edge appeared on Meng Beiping's leg.

"Stay away. Mr. Meng, stay away from my wife. ”

With Reelde's words, more spinning scimitars appeared in the air.

The knife just now was just a warning, of course, as long as Meng Beiping dared to move forward, it was not as simple as cutting his thigh.

Motioning for Wang Qian to pick up Mengwan, Reald walked out with two people.

Meng Beiping didn't stop him, he just stood quietly in place with a distorted smile on his face.

At the moment when Lildra opened the door, Meng Beiping: "This is just the beginning, Mr. Marshal, good luck." ”

A good hunter who always has the best patience and expects the perfect prey to take the bait.

His envoy is worth his wait.

The door closed in front of him, and Meng Beiping returned to his calm appearance.

Lin Yu'er still fainted in place, and Meng Kun was already so frightened that his crotch was wet.

"Father...... Father...... you forgive me, I don't dare, I don't dare anymore. ”

The body was soft, and as Meng Beiping approached step by step, Meng Kun tried hard to support himself with his elbows, and retreated little by little.

Meng Beiping is still moving forward, and Meng Kun has nowhere to continue to retreat.

He leaned desperately against the railing, trembling and waiting for the pain to come.

The expected pain did not come, and the man's warm hand fell on Meng Kun's face. Gently stroking Meng Kun's eyes and nose, Meng Beiping said coldly: "Go and deal with this matter." Lin Pei'er, no matter what method you use, she can't appear in the Zheng of the Star Sea again, remember, there is no next time. ”

finished, Meng Beiping turned around and left.

Starlight flooded the terrace.

Not far away, the sound of beautiful music came from the ball. Meng Kun leaned on the railing in shock, gulping for a breath of fresh air.

As the cool, moist air squeezed into his lungs, Meng Kun's limbs gradually regained consciousness, and a flame of hatred flashed in his eyes.

Mengwan, Lin Peier, Wang Qian, Meng Zhen...... You all deserve to die, you all deserve to die.

He will not let you go, and he will not let you have a good time.

First of all...... Lin Pei'er, it starts with you.

Who let you, you dare to threaten him?

The corners of Meng Kun's mouth hooked up a bloodthirsty smile. Waltz man, he is walking to the beat of the music, walking to the depths of the main house.

On the terrace, only Lin Yu'er was left, lying alone in place, waiting for the servants to find her.

……

In the guest room, Mengwan slept very restlessly.

The pain that was too intense had been imprinted into her consciousness.

"Let's delete this memory, it will be easier for Wanwan."

Wang Qian put on his helmet and looked at Reelde.