"Zhilan is my sister, I,"

Leaning hard against the wall, as soon as he spoke, his chest hurt as if he had been hit hard.

The majestic face of the national character is no longer the self-confidence and calmness of the past, and the arrogance and ruthlessness of the past have disappeared.

Now he is just a person who has just lost his only relative, and he blames himself and is annoyed and painful.

"I'd rather die for me. As long as Lan'er can survive. Lan'er,"

Yang Qian said, staggering towards Zhilan again, tears falling quickly and fiercely. Slipped down his face one by one, mixed with scarlet blood, terrifying and hideous.

Falling to his knees, his trembling arms carefully wrapped Zhilan back into his arms as if he were holding up the most precious treasure.

Lan'er, who was full of gall.

Liang Meng scoffed at Yang Qian's sadness. He didn't kill Zhilan, but Zhilan died because of him.

"Stop crying and pretending to be a good brother. You don't deserve to be Zhilan's big brother at all. You cast a spell on her, you manipulated her. What do you want to do? You're not at ease!"

"I want to kill Qi Zhen. ”

Yang Qian raised his neck and shouted.

"I'm going to kill Qi Zhen. ”

Repeating the sentence resentfully.

Yang Qian got up and carried Zhilan to the bed. Liang Meng showed no mercy to him just now, and Yang Qian was seriously injured. As soon as he stood up, his legs bent and almost knocked Zhilan off.

Liang Meng was shocked, and involuntarily took a step forward and stretched out his arm. However, after a few huge shakes, Yang Qian gritted his teeth and stabilized it.

Carefully wiped his blood-stained hands on his clothes, and little by little, he carefully smoothed the wrinkled wedding dress of Zhilan.

"That Qi Zhen lost Lan'er, he should die!"

"He dares to bully Lan'er like this, I will have to let Lan'er get it back from him tenfold and hundredfold. ”

"I manipulated Lan'er with my spiritual power. I just want that negative person to die at the hands of Zhilan. I'm going to make him pay. ”

"But, but"

The high-pitched, angry voice suddenly shuddered.

But he didn't expect that Zhilan, a stupid child, Qi Zhen had already married another woman, and she would rather die herself than hurt that negative person.

Yang Qian's black eyes, covered with a layer of mist again, looked at Zhilan with regret.

The trembling arm stretched out towards the shocking blood-colored strangulation marks on Zhilan's snow-white neck.

She grew up in the palm of her hand since she was a child, and her eyes were red at the slightest pain. But now

For fear of touching him, Yang Qian didn't dare to touch Nale Scar, his trembling palm moved up, and his slightly cool palm stroked Zhi Lan's white face with great pity.

"Zhilan Lan'er, Lan'er"

The curse has been removed, and Liang Meng has returned from Qi Zhen's dream.

But the regret and heartache for Zhilan did not dissipate.

It has been more than half a month since he came back from the dream, and every day the legend sees his own hall master, who has always been big and silly, lying motionless on the rattan chair.

Liu Mei frowned melancholy, and his whole body was shrouded in a layer of mournful melancholy.

"Hall Master. ”

Legend walked slowly to the wicker chair. Bowing slightly, he shouted to Liang Meng in a soft tone.

Liang Meng's eyes were closed, and his thick black eyelashes were still, not moving at all. The legend leaned lower and shouted softer than before.

Seeing that Liang Meng still didn't react at all, the legend was sure that Liang Meng was asleep.

It was already shady under the tree, and lying here in only single clothes like this would avoid getting sick from the cold. Legend thought about going to the room to get a blanket and cover Liang Meng.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, Liang Meng's slightly hoarse but obviously awake voice sounded behind him.

"You go and tell Qi Zhen's wife that I want to see her. ”

"Qi Zhen's wife?"

Legend was surprised. I don't know why the hall master is looking for the woman who has never said a word from the time she appeared until she left.

Without explaining more to the legend, Liang Meng closed his eyes again.

Legend's little face that has not healed from his serious injuries is still sickly. At this moment, he looked at Liang Meng with his eyes full of confusion.

The two slightly plump but slightly pale lips pursed slightly, shook his head cutely and stupidly, and then turned around to do what his hall master had told him.

Qi Zhen's wife, that is, the woman Qi Yi asked Qi Zhen to marry.

Her name is Yan Niang.

Although the name is glamorous and enchanting, the appearance is just the opposite.

Yan Niang's appearance is extremely ordinary. The kind of ordinary that can't be found in a heap of people for a long time.

Liang Meng made an appointment at the top of a mountain closest to Yunmengtang.

There is a triangular pavilion that has been in disrepair for a long time, and the column body is so mottled that it is no longer possible to see the color. As a result, the mountain is very desolate and depressed, so there are very few living creatures here.

When Liang Mengmeng arrived, Yanniang had already waited there.

It was completely different from accompanying Qi Zhen to Yunmengtang that day.

Today's Yan Niang is wearing a very solemn pink floor-length dress that obviously does not match her current age. The cuffs and skirt are embroidered with lavish silver thread.

The hair mixed with a few strands of silver was not wrapped in a turban as it was on that day, but was meticulously tied into a lady's bun.

The pearls are full of greenery and luxury.

At this moment, he stood quietly in the innermost part of the pavilion - only a step away from the cliff. The skirt was gently fluttered by the wind. The thin back reveals a lonely stubbornness.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yan Niang turned around, and a slight smile appeared on her face that was still old, although she was meticulously dressed.

"Hall Master. ”

His knees bent slightly, and he saluted Liang Meng.

Liang Meng bowed his head slightly, stepped forward and stood opposite Yan Niang.

The two people standing in the pavilion looked at each other silently for a long time. One stood with his hands in his hands, his face expressionless. A graceful and graceful smile.

The playful wind of the mountain stream blew through the ears with laughter and noise.

"Mrs. Qi, everything is not easy to come by. ”

Liang Meng was the first to speak, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and a shallow smile was pulled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

"What did the hall master say?"

Yan Niang tilted her head slightly, and her tone of doubt was very sincere.

Liang Meng looked at Yan Niang, and the smile on her face became heavier. The smile on Yan Niang's face that was staring straight at her was almost unbearable, so Liang Meng looked away and turned around and walked to the place where Yan Niang was standing just now.

As far as the eye can see, clouds and mist rise in the mountains.

A few eagles flew out of the clouds, flickering and flickering. One moment it fluttered its wings and flew high, and the next moment the wings were motionless and just spread so straight, and then they swooped down from the clouds very quickly. Swift as catching prey.

"Since Mrs. Qi doesn't understand what I'm talking about, then I'll get straight to the point. ”

Liang Meng's body did not move, and said with his back to Yanniang. It's just that the voice was dissipated a little by the wind, and when she heard it in her ears, she took a step closer to Liang Meng silently.

Hearing Liang Meng call herself Mrs. Qi, Yan Niang's body shook slightly. His arms hung down at his side, and his ten fingers squeezed the dress tightly.

"I want to congratulate Mrs. Qi, who has worked hard to finally marry Qi Zhen as she wished. ”

Liang Meng's tone was very light, and he couldn't hear the emotion. Yan Niang broke out in a cold sweat for no reason.

The Yan Niang behind her didn't speak, Liang Meng didn't care, and continued with a laugh.

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