Early in the morning, Yue Meng returned to the inn. After the old man left, Yue Meng thought for a long time. In the end, he finally came up with two words: power. The foundation of everything must be built on the fact that you have enough strength, whether you want to protect or kill, you need strength, and Yue Meng has never been so eager for power as he is now.

"Little dream, what are you doing? Yue Ying's voice suddenly came.

"Oops. Yue Meng forgot that Yue Ying got up very early.

Turning his head like a machine, Yue Ying also walked out of the room at this time, as soon as Yue Ying walked out, he frowned, looked at Yue Meng and said, "You fought with others?"

Yue Meng was taken aback and asked, "How did you see that?"

"You have obvious notches in your cuffs, and there are multiple bruises on your fists, which are only left after a fierce fight, and they are hard bumps on your body. Yue Ying said.

After listening to Yue Ying's words, Yue Meng smiled bitterly and said, "Sister, it's really a shame that you don't want to be a detective." ”

"Don't change the subject, what the hell are you doing?" Yue Ying, who was usually kind and lovely, had already put it away, and was replaced by an unusually serious expression. The delicate face was replaced with a meticulous expression, which actually made Yue Meng look a little distracted.

Yue Ying saw Yue Meng standing motionless, so she let out a long sigh, hugged Yue Meng into her arms, and said, "Little Meng, sister doesn't want to?"