Meng Juntong rushed out of the enchantment with Meng Junsheng, which surprised her a little, this enchantment closed to the outside world did not have any obstruction to them, and the Shura ghost-faced dead soldiers behind them were still committing suicide one after another, and no one continued to pursue them.

Everything that happened tonight made Meng Juntong's gradually balanced state of mind appear to have huge waves, especially when Liu Baicong, who was made into a puppet, suddenly appeared in front of him, Meng Juntong's heart lake set off a stormy wave, and he almost didn't lose his mind and went crazy.

In the dream of Hongzhu Mansion that night, Meng Juntong asked his heart and asked for love, and gradually, the little memories of Liu Baicong in his heart were reviving and waking up, and some emotions that had not been seen in the past seemed to spring up like mushrooms after a rain.

She has imagined the scene of reunion with Liu Baicong many times, and she wants to tell Liu Baicong in person that she has seen the world, seen the world, and now she wants to see you again. But that damn puppeteer actually let 'Liu Baicong' stab himself with a sword.

Breaking out of the enchantment, Meng Juntong used a cleansing talisman to wash the blood stains on his and Meng Junsheng's bodies. Looking back at this corner of Tongcheng, she has to remember here, and she must come back to pay tribute in the future, this night in this city, too many Shaohua Dream Weavers died. It is even possible that it is already the last batch of Shaohua Dream Weavers in this world.

A strong sense of loneliness and grief hit her heart, Meng Juntong felt that her eyes were hot and painful, she didn't dare to blink, for fear that tears would flow down. Now she needs to be stronger than anyone else.

When he returned to the inn, Ah Wen was already standing at the door of the inn waiting for her, and when he saw the young man on Meng Juntong's back, Ah Wen was stunned, but then he showed pity again, he let out a long sigh and walked to Meng Juntong's side.

The two glanced at each other, Meng Juntong knew that it was Ah Wen who saved him at a critical moment, the cry that woke him up was made by Ah Wen, and it was Ah Wen who cut off the long sword in the hand of the puppet 'Liu Baicong', and it may even have made all the Huangquan Dao Shura ghost-faced dead soldiers in the enchantment commit suicide later, which was also from Ah Wen's means. It can be seen that Ah Wen's strength is beyond the scope of Meng Juntong's own imagination.

However, because of this, Meng Juntong had a fire of ignorance in her heart, a strong anger, she looked at Ah Wen coldly and said coldly: "Did you notice Huangquan Dao's actions early on?" ”

It was a complete accident that Meng Juntong would encounter this massacre, and if he hadn't summoned the Vientiane Pen and got its guidance, Meng Juntong probably wouldn't have gone to that enchantment at all. But Ah Wen cultivated to the sky, didn't he notice it?

Ah Wen smiled bitterly and sighed: "In terms of killing power and combat power, I want to defeat you in cultivating the Sword Immortal Dao, but I want to say that I can perceive all beings and see everything." Even ten sword immortals are not defeated by one Shaohua. The other party deliberately obscures the heavens, and even your spiritual power can't detect something, how can I find out in advance. ”

No one believed Ah Wen's words, but he didn't question them, and turned around and carried Meng Junsheng into the house.

Xiang Dian Xiaoer asked for another room, tonight was too cruel for this child, Meng Juntong needed to find a way to heal the wounds in his heart.

Returning to the house with Meng Junsheng, Meng Juntong carried him to the bed, his body and clothes had been washed with a defilement charm, and now his body was clean and refreshing.

Meng Juntong used the tranquilizing incense given by Hongzhu Niang in Hongzhu Town, she had tested it before, and this tranquilizing incense was much better than the tranquilizing incense used by Shaohua when he introduced dreams, and it could even help dreams deepen dreams.

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Ah Wen stood at the door of the room, looked at Meng Juntong who was about to cast a spell, and said lightly: "It's not a good thing for him that you do this. ”

Meng Juntong's movements paused slightly, but soon continued to be busy: "This has nothing to do with you, from now on, Meng Junsheng's affairs are my Meng Juntong's affairs, and I will take care of him as my own brother." ”

"Have you ever thought that he was able to escape from the slaughter and survive, which in itself is linked to his own strong will. You use dreams to hide his pain, perhaps thinking that this is soothing his mental wounds, but have you ever thought that you are also interfering with his self-growth? Pain is always the best fertile ground for the strong. Awen said.

Meng Juntong turned his head and looked at Ah Wen with a strange look: "Do you think that all the cultivators in this world must become you, or those strong people like the masters of the Huangquan Dao, invincible in the world, or infinitely deadly!"

Ah Wen looked at Meng Juntong in amazement, he didn't react to the meaning of Meng Juntong's words.

Meng Juntong turned his head, his eyes were red: "I just want him to be my younger brother, it doesn't matter if he is strong or weak." I don't even want him to get involved in any more disputes between cultivators, and if I can, I can even make him forget that he came from Shaohua!"

"Meng Juntong, you ...... like this"

Without waiting for Ah Wen to speak, Meng Juntong waved his hand and closed the door: "I don't need you to tell me what to do, the Shao people have the pride of the Shao people, you sword immortals can't understand!"

When she gently put her palm on Meng Junsheng's forehead, Meng Juntong finally couldn't control her tears, slid down the arc of her delicate face, and dripped onto Meng Junsheng's face.

"Junsheng, will you be devoured by hatred? I don't want to bet, I don't dare to bet, I'm afraid that you will only have nightmares for the rest of your life, I am afraid that you will sink into the sea of blood and hatred in this life. ”

Standing outside the door, Ah Wen sighed three times in a row, and finally had to take a deep sip of the wine gourd, and then turned to leave.

He is half of Meng Juntong's protector, but he can't influence her choice, this road still needs to be walked by herself after all. There are some options that no one can help her, only she has a clear mind and can go far away.

Meng Juntong accompanied him in Ah Wen's room all night, and she didn't know how many times she had to summon the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp, and finally hesitated to disperse the Lamp Soul.

Her heart was not as firm as her words, and she knew that it was the easiest option, but she couldn't do it anyway.

On the second day, when Meng Junsheng woke up from his dream, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Meng Juntong who looked haggard and accompanied him.

"Cousin, where are we?" Meng Junsheng's memory was still stuck before Meng Juntong took him to save people, he seemed to remember something suddenly, grabbed Meng Juntong's arm and asked, "Cousin, have those fellow clansmen in the kiln been rescued?"