The next day, the sky had just turned white, and the screams of the earth-shattering ghosts and gods lingered in the sky above Yunmengtang for a long time.

The white shadow flickered, and the big lion instantly rushed into Liang Meng's bedroom.

What men and women do not kiss, and what masters and servants are different.

Whatever, rush in first.

The majestic and sharp giant palm rubbed dangerously on the ground, and the fierce and vigilant eyes swept around.

But no danger was found!

The big lion's vicious eyes gradually softened to the point of confusion.

What happened, what happened?

Just the terrible scream just now, it would never have been possible without the scene of rivers of blood and bones all over the field.

"Hall Master?"

With a flash of white light, the legend regained his body, walked slowly to the bed, and shouted at the quilt wrapped in a wriggling ball on the bed.

"Hall Master, was you in danger just now?"

The mass on the bed squirmed vigorously, like a restless maggot.

A moment later, the sound of urns and the sound of urns coming from the quilt.

"Wozong reads it. ”

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"What did the hall master say?"

The big lion has good hearing, and his comprehension ability is really catchy.

What did the head of his family say?

Maybe he can't stand the stupidity of the legend, or maybe he is really panicked in the quilt.

Liang Meng didn't speak again, and suddenly lifted the quilt violently.

Under the quilt, a fat girl with a disheveled hair and a strange image knelt there.

The face was severely swollen, and the eyes were squeezed into only a slit. The upper and lower eyelashes are glued together with an intimacy of 'if you don't give up, I will live and die together'.

It's tightly knit, and I can't wait to squeeze in a trace of light.

The lips were swollen like small leaves hanging from the eaves of the sausage.

The moon-white undershirt was tightly supported by the fat and swollen body, and the cotton threads were as fragile as silk.

A deep breath is about to break.

In this other world for hundreds of years, the legend has also seen the world, but he is still forced to take two steps back by the scene in front of him.

This??this, what the hell?

"Church, hall master???"

The legend leaned forward, his eyes wide as brass bells.

I saw the fat girl muttering and chirping twice and nodded.

"Hall Master, you, you, what's wrong with you?"

The legend scratched the back of his head and looked Liang Meng up and down, muttering for a long time that he couldn't find the right words.

When his eyes wandered, he saw that the white shoulders of the head of his family were exposed by the open neckline when he got out of bed, and his blood was surging, and a fire burned directly from his head to his feet.

The legend hurriedly turned his back and recited the heart mantra.

Liang Meng turned over and got out of bed, a pair of fat feet didn't hold it for a while, and Liang Meng's figure shook.

After standing firmly, Liang Meng took a deep breath, grabbed the gray robe on the wardrobe and put it on, and walked to the bronze mirror again.

In the bronze mirror, the fat girl with her cloak is squinting her small eyes and pouting her fat and moist lips.

The chubby face was full of grievances.

"What did you give me yesterday? Is it poisonous? How did I get up like this in the morning?"

Fat girl, Ao no, Liang Meng pinched her waist with both hands, burly but questioned without momentum.

"No, hall master. ”

The legend waved his hand and hurriedly stepped forward. The eyes are full of sincerity.

His loyalty to the hall master can be seen by the sun and the moon.

"The meals are all prepared by Xiao Yezi, she will never dare to treat the hall master so wantonly. And every meal the legend and the hall master eat the same. ”

As he said this, the legend pointed his finger up and down at himself.

The meaning is obvious: Look, master, I also eat, but I'm fine.

It's not a matter of meals. Not poisoning. Why is that?

Liang Meng turned to the bronze mirror again, but the more he looked at it, the more sad he became, and the more he looked at it, the more angry he became.

Seeing the end, he swept the bronze mirror to the ground with a palm, and with a very crisp sound, the copper mirror was torn apart.

Giving off anger on something that has no ability to resist is a common problem for some people.

"Hall Master. ”