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Meng Zian looked at her thumbs up.
This should have been a white, tender, delicate, little girl's finger. Now stained with sticky dark red blood, it stood stubbornly at him.
Without saying a word, he turned his head away and walked down the mountain.
"Wait!" Song Yingying couldn't help being anxious when she saw that he was leaving as soon as he said, "Young man, don't leave!"
Ignoring the blood stains all over his body, I ran over quickly and grabbed him.
Meng Zi'an had never been pestered by a girl like this before. Even when she was the upright and chivalrous Mencius An, no girl dared to pester her like this.
He waved his hand, waved her back a few steps, and looked at her coldly: "Get lost!"
He is now the big devil! Not only was she not afraid of him, but she even dared to strike up a conversation with him and grabbed his arm!
Who gave her the courage?
Is the big devil so attractive? When he thought of this, streams of anger gushed out of his chest, like erupting magma, burning his eyes red. For a moment, his eyes were tearing apart, and his face was hideous and terrifying.
Song Yingying was taken aback and felt aggrieved, she actually told her to go, she remembered!
"What are you doing!" She simply burst into tears. She was already very scared and had been holding back, but now she was pushed by him, and the two points of grievance turned into one point, and she burst into tears, "Young heroes can't bully people ah!"
The mountain was silent, her cry penetrated the dark sky and resounded at the foot of the mountain.
Listening to Meng Zian's ears, my heart couldn't help trembling. If someone failed him, would he want to hurt innocent people?
He wants to be the big devil. However, the persistence all the time is like a whip, whipping his heart non-stop.
No! He was right! It was she who insisted on pestering her! She likes the big devil, so she must know the real face of the big devil!
"Young hero is a bastard!" Seeing him standing still, Song Yingying was afraid that he would leave in a while, crying and cursing, "Is he good-looking? Is his martial arts amazing? You bully people for no reason. Young hero is a big bastard." !"
Listening to her childish cursing, Meng Zian felt a faint breeze blowing into his heart, relieving the scorching pain for some reason.
His mind regained a little clarity, only to hear her cry again: "You just hit me and got blood all over me. How can I explain it when I get home? My father doesn't know how to scold me yet!"
He said lightly: "You are the one who leaned over by yourself, what does it have to do with me?"
Song Yingying stopped crying and tilted her head to look at him.
He hasn't left yet, and he is willing to talk to her. With some relief in her heart, she wiped her tears indiscriminately, and walked over to grab him: "I hate it! You don't even coax him when he cries! Why are you like this?"
Mencius: ""
He lowered his head and looked at the girl who was beating him with fists, feeling a little strange in his heart. Why did she dare to act like a baby with him?
When I was with Ye Ning before, I had never been acted like a spoiled child. He felt novelty for a while, and also felt numb. Dingding glanced at her, suddenly grabbed her wrist, put the hilt of his sword against her chin, and leaned slightly: "Are you really not afraid of me?"
In the dim light, his eyes were extremely dark, like a beast that was about to devour its prey in an instant, full of danger.
Song Yingying was terrified. She is not stupid and bold, he is now jumping back and forth on the edge of blackening, how could she not be afraid?
I couldn't bear it any longer, and cried again with a "wow": "I'm scared! I'm so scared! You are covered in blood, neither considerate nor gentle. The young heroes in the Jianghu are not like this. They treat us little girls like Treat your sister with the same love! Why are you doing this?"
She remembered that he told her to "get out" just now, took the opportunity to vent her anger, and kicked him: "You deliberately scared me! You are too bad!"
His chin was pressed against his cold and sticky sword hilt, and she felt extremely uncomfortable. She touched it, and sure enough, she touched the blood on her hand. She felt extremely sick immediately, and beat him again: "Who's blood, just wipe my face!" , why do you hate it so much?"
She was crying and cursing, but her tone was coquettish, as if she knew him very well, which reassured Mencius that it was weird. She also thought, could it be that she has seen many young heroes in the arena and has never been bullied, so she is so unsuspecting?
With a pale complexion, he retracted the hilt of his sword, turned and left.
"You are not allowed to leave!" Song Yingying was so annoyed when she saw that he was leaving again, was she crying for nothing? She rushed over and grabbed his clothes with both hands, "You bullied me, and you just want to leave like this? You think well!"
Mencius was entangled by herBar. "He squatted down again, grabbed the basin, and started to wash.
Song Yingying folded her hands with a smile and tilted her head to look at him.
Dinner is a pot of stewed chicken.
In order to entertain guests, Father Song deliberately killed chickens.
Father Song picked up a chicken leg for his daughter, and entertained Meng Zian: "Young hero, please use it. The reception is not good, please forgive me."
Mencius said: "It's already very rich, thank you for your hospitality."
Song Yingying gnawed on the chicken leg by herself and thought it was delicious, so she picked up another chicken leg and put it in Father Song's bowl: "Father, it's super delicious, you can eat one too."
Father Song: ""
He looked at Meng Zi'an, feeling a little embarrassed, picked up the chicken leg and put it in Meng Zi'an's bowl: "Oh, my little girl is ignorant, so don't mind the young man." He then scolded Song Yingying, "I never taught you how to treat guests. ?"
No matter how thick-skinned Meng Zi'an was, he couldn't eat this chicken leg, so he hurriedly pushed and refused to go back.
Looking aside, Song Yingying, who made a flattering expression to Father Song, then lowered her head and continued to eat well, couldn't help being very surprised. Seeing her entanglement with him before, I thought she was going to be courteous, but I didn't expect that the only chicken leg was actually given to Father Song by her.
He was a little surprised, but he was not angry. Inexplicably, he felt a little better.
After dinner, Meng Zian talked to Father Song for a while, explained his identity, where he came from this trip, thanked him for the hospitality, and then went into the room and went to sleep.
He slept in Papa Song's room. There are two rooms in the house, one for Father Song and one for Song Yingying. He was a guest, Father Song refused to let him go anyway, so he went to the neighbor's house to borrow two chairs, built a simple bed in the yard, covered him with clothes, and fell asleep.
At night in the mountains, the air is slightly cold, and the surroundings are quiet, except for the occasional chirping of insects.
Mencius lay on the rough but clean bed with his hands on his pillow, his eyes open, and he looked at the dark sky above.
Wait until the breathing of the people in the next room and the yard becomes long, then quietly get up. He untied the money bag, put it on Song's bed, walked lightly, and left. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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