In the dark alley, a thin figure stumbled in. His face was covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell if he was a boy or a girl. His body was extraordinarily thin, and even when he was running, he couldn't stop shaking. He clutched a package tightly in his hand, and there were dripping blood on it, as if he had just fished it out of some pool of blood.

When this thin figure rushed towards the alley for a while, his eyes showed a look of despair, he did not expect that he would be a dead end this time, he had no way out.

At this time, the sound of scattered footsteps could be heard at the entrance of the alley, and he knew that his last hour was finally coming.

In the desperate eyes, at the last moment, there was a stubborn and unyielding look flashing.

"I won't be afraid, my name is Meng Junsheng! I am the Shaohua Meng family, so I won't be afraid of you demons!" the child muttered to himself, as if he was cheering himself up.

Meng Junsheng's body was completely attached to the wall behind him, and he was holding back from trembling, just like his father did before he died, showing the heroism of a boy.

Suddenly, the footsteps outside became scattered, and then there was the whistling sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air, and then the sound of blood splattering, this sound was really too deep for the child in front of him, he had heard too many such voices in the past two days.

There was a fierce fighting arena outside, and there were shouts and shouts to kill, but with the cold sound of breaking the air again and again, these chaotic sounds became less and less.

Eventually, all the commotion outside had subsided. Meng Junsheng couldn't help but want to go out and take a look at what was going on outside. And at this moment, a figure stood at the mouth of the alley.

Even in the dim alley, Meng Junsheng could still see the figure clearly, a blood-stained white armor, a sword still dripping blood in his hand, a face full of murderous energy, and a pair of cold star-like eyes exuding a devouring light.

Meng Junsheng subconsciously hugged the package in his arms and took two steps back, but he forgot that there was only a stone wall left behind him, and he slammed into the wall with a muffled sound, and the heroic spirit mentioned before was once again gone at this moment. He wanted to live, he really wanted to live again, the world had only just begun for him, he was only seven years old.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! My name is Meng Junsheng, Shaohua Meng's family, please let me go!" Meng Junsheng shouted and begged for mercy.

But the figure standing at the entrance of the alley was stunned, the white sword light flashed again, Meng Junsheng was so frightened that he screamed, he thought that this sword was coming for him.

But the next moment, a black-clothed figure who had been cut in two smashed at his feet, splattering blood all over his body, drenching him from head to foot.

Meng Junsheng screamed again, and when he turned his head, Meng Juntong was already standing by his side, with a palm on his shoulder.

"Don't kill me...... Don't kill me!"

"Junsheng, don't be afraid, it's me. Meng Juntong raised his hand to wipe the blood stains on his face, revealing a somewhat miserable smile: "I am Meng Juntong, the Meng family of Shaohua." ”

Meng ...... Meng Juntong!" Meng Junsheng's body was like being struck by lightning, and after a while, he threw himself into Meng Juntong's arms, and cried with his throat: "Cousin, why did you come! ”

Although Meng Junsheng is called Meng Juntong's cousin, he is not her uncle Meng Huaizhen's two sons, Meng Huaizhen's two sons are one named Meng Changsheng and the other is called Meng Changtian, because they are the main disciples of the Meng family, so they have always stayed in Shaohua Dream City. And this Meng Junsheng is the bloodline of the Meng family passed down from his grandfather's branch. Hot e-books

According to Shaohua's rules, branch disciples need to enter the world to become dream weavers in the world, so they all moved into the world a long time ago.

And Meng Juntong had seen Meng Junsheng when he was a child a few years ago, it was his grandfather's immortal birthday, and the disciples of the Meng family were taken back to Shaohua Dream City to celebrate the birthday of the old master.

What she didn't expect was that the next meeting would be such a scene.

"Junsheng, what about your father, your mother!" Meng Juntong already had a bad premonition in her heart, but she had to quickly confirm that if they were still in the world, she would rush to the rescue.

Meng Junsheng's eyes were red, he hugged Meng Juntong's waist tightly, and couldn't cry: "My father died in battle, and my mother escaped in order to cover me, and she was also dismissed." ”

"Bing...... Meng Juntong felt dizzy, and couldn't help but take a step back, and actually forced Junsheng's mother to dismiss herself. The hand holding the sword was trembling, and the Bai Ze sword in his hand seemed to sense the killing intent of the master, and it kept buzzing.

Bai Zejia let out a burst of coolness, which was Bai Ze reminding Meng Juntong to stay calm.

Meng Juntong picked Meng Junsheng up, lifted his sword and walked outside.

"Cousin, there are still people, there are people locked up in the kiln on the west side, and I want to save them. Meng Junsheng suddenly fell into Meng Juntong's ear and said.

Meng Juntong hummed in a low voice, carrying Meng Junsheng on his back, Bai Zejia gave birth to white silk on his own, and tied Meng Junsheng tightly with Meng Juntong.

"It seems that the welcome ceremony of Longchuan City has officially begun. Meng Juntong slowly wiped away the blood stained on the blade of Bai Ze's sword with two fingers, and the breath all over his body was extremely awe-inspiring: "Then I'm not welcome." ”

There was a dense sound of footsteps outside the alley, and Meng Juntong was closing his eyes at the moment, and he knew everything that was happening around him.

A group of black-clothed and leather-armored ghost-faced dead soldiers are rapidly gathering towards this side, these people's outfits are slightly different from the black-clothed ghost-faced dead soldiers who attacked Shaohua at that time, they are all ghost faces, and this time the dead soldiers are using more terrifying Shura masks.

"Junsheng. You get a good night's sleep, and when you wake up, we'll go out. Meng Juntong didn't wait for Meng Junsheng to speak, a little red sand between his fingers was lightly imprinted on Meng Junsheng's forehead, Meng Juntong's eyes closed and sank, and he fell asleep like that.

Bai Ze's consciousness sounded in Meng Juntong's head: "Master, it's important for us to get out now, I feel that a powerful force is approaching this side, it may be a handsome!"

The one who launched the Hades Devouring Technique in Shaohua that day was also a Huangquan Dao Underworld, and how terrifying their methods were, Meng Juntong had seen it.

However, Meng Juntong did not leave outward, but rushed in the direction of the kiln where Meng Junsheng said that the Shaohua people were imprisoned.

A large number of ghost-faced dead soldiers poured out around her, Meng Juntong didn't even look at them, as long as she entered the range of her sword qi attack, she would not hesitate to slash the past with a sword, and when she turned the blade of the sword, she would inevitably turn her wrist and grind those ghost-faced people into pulp.