Even Meng Zikun, who bowed his head and spoke to Zhilan, felt the difference in the atmosphere. He also looked up at the dream, which really shocked him.

The little person can see the granddaughter with a cold personality when she is a child, and the tears in her eyes have gathered a lot at this time, even if the tears will fall in pieces in the blink of an eye, it can be seen that the little granddaughter is holding herself back.

Meng Zikun's heart was not only tight, but he took Zhilan's hand and greeted his little granddaughter. stepped forward and also took Zhimeng's hand, one in each hand, "Let's go into the house and talk about it, good! Tell grandpa about something, grandpa will help you!"

The dream was pulled by his grandfather and obediently walked inside, and at the same time, in the blink of an eye, tears flowed all over his face. All this was seen by Meng Qishui, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

Meng Qishui silently followed behind his father and daughter, his heart throbbing. What happened to his precious daughter, the daughter who was holding it in the palm of her hand?

Meng Zikun led the family into the hall, and he pulled his two granddaughters to sit on the main seat together. Zhilan is okay, but Zhimeng feels a little awkward.

Zhimeng is usually at home, and she is also a quiet and transparent existence, and she rarely sits in front of everyone. She had wiped tears from her face before entering the hall.

After everyone sat down, Zhilan hugged her grandfather's arm and half relied on her grandfather. Dream moved his body a little before he settled down. Today's dream is not the same in the sect or the status of the family, and she has to try to get used to it.

Before going home, the master told her about her selfishness, and the master had already reported her to the sect as a candidate for elite disciples. And the sect is also in the investigation stage, judging from the performance of the dream, she is likely to officially become an elite disciple of the sect.

Although this information has little effect on the current state of the dream, it also gives the dream some confidence in the future. She also knows that it is up to her to cross this hurdle, and once she crosses it, the future will be bright. But with the nightmares that plague her every day, she doesn't know what to do.

After the dream stabilized, it had an awe-inspiring temperament on its body. Meng Zikun found it, and Meng Qishui, who has always been highly concerned about his daughter, also found it.

Father and son not only glanced at each other, but both saw worry in each other's eyes. Meng Zikun not only thought a little more, but the dream was to kill people, and it seemed that he had killed a lot of people.

The dream has not and will not be able to restrain itself, and the murderous and dead aura contaminated with it on its body. This contradictory and opposing temperament is mixed together, and other people can't find it, but Mencius Kun is well-informed and has experienced in the cultivation world, and he can easily find it.

Meng Qishui also felt it, and he was surprised by this speculation in his heart. Not only did he watch the dream for a while, but although the dream did not speak, this temperament became more and more revealed.

Old Man Meng looked at Zhilan on the side and said, "Lan'er, you and your father and mother go back first, I have something to say to Zhimeng."

On the way back, Zhilan had already discovered the strangeness of the dream. Although Zhimeng didn't say anything to her, the careful Zhilan knew that it must be the big battle to encircle and suppress the Tibetan faction, and there was something wrong with Zhimeng.

It is likely that there is a big problem with Zhimeng's state of mind, and even her master can't solve it, so she puts her hope on her family. Zhilan obediently agreed, walked out, and the family went back to their own courtyard.

Not to mention the joy of the reunion of the Lan family, only the three grandparents were left in the hall. After the Zhilan family withdrew, Zhimeng relaxed the shoulders that had been holding it.

She didn't want her uncle's family to see her embarrassed at this time. After the dream relaxed, he gently leaned on his grandfather.

Meng Zikun gently hugged her and slowly patted her little granddaughter's shoulder. Meng Zikun has been in more pain since he was a child, and this granddaughter was born without a mother by her side.

Lan'er also hurts, but Lan'er has more people who hurt. In addition to his love for Meng'er, he also had some more pity. In addition, Meng'er has been precocious since she was a child, and she has never let them worry too much.

Zhimeng enjoyed the warmth of this moment, and Meng Zikun felt the dependence of his granddaughter. He cautiously spoke, "Did something happen?

Meng Qishui also stared at his daughter, looking forward to her daughter's answer. Zhimeng heard his grandfather's inquiry, and saw his father's concerned eyes again. Her tears fell again in pieces, making both Mencius and Kunye a little at a loss.

Meng Qishui jumped to his daughter's side and wiped her tears indiscriminately. His heart hurt even more, and he wanted to die because of the pain. He couldn't see his daughter crying like this, he hadn't seen her cry since he was a child.

"Don't cry, don't cry! Good, whoever bullied you, I'll settle accounts with him!" Meng Qishui also coaxed his daughter as a two- or three-year-old little doll, Meng Zikun couldn't stand it anymore, and pushed his second son away.

"You go and let Meng'er speak for herself, and see if you have wiped the child's face red. Meng'er has grown up and become a big girl! You are still her three-year-old doll!"

Meng Zikun counted his son a little angrily, "Look at you, you don't even have a little sense of proportion when you're in a hurry!"

Meng Qishui withdrew his hand a little sneeringly, watching his daughter's soft face flushed by his rough hand, he didn't know what to say.

was still crying in the dream, heard grandpa's count, and touched his face again. It was really uncomfortable, and she couldn't cry anymore.

Meng Zikun also wanted to count his son, but when he saw that Zhimeng stopped crying, he turned his attention to Zhimeng.

"Meng'er tell grandpa, what happened, what made our Meng'er so sad?" Meng Zikun patiently asked the little granddaughter, and Meng Qishui also watched from the side.

The dream has never been told to anyone, her nightmare is just to vent her emotions with the master. Originally, she still didn't want to say it, but she looked at her grandfather who was cautious about her, and her father who looked at her with blank eyes.

Zhimeng bowed her head and was silent for a while, she was forcing herself to open her heart and face her wounds.

After a while, when Meng Zikun felt sorry for his granddaughter and wanted to give up and force her to say something. Dream finally made up his mind and said the problem.

Zhimeng looked up at his grandfather and said, "I have killed so many people, I dare not close my eyes now, my eyes are all blood red, and my nose smells of burnt corpses all day long." I'm ......!"

I can't cry anymore when I dream, and most of her current state is like this. I didn't dare to sleep, I didn't dare to meditate and cultivate.

When Meng Zikun saw such a sad and sad dream, he didn't know what to do!

He put his arms around Mengmeng's shoulders again, and tightened and tightened, "My poor boy!

"Poor dream, who?—who told you to do such a thing!"

Meng Qishui's face was also full of shock, what has his daughter been through!