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Chapter 70 Her Mother Died

Chapter 70 Her mother died

The fat man said, "I knew you had no good intentions for coming here."

Meng Xiaoan laughed and said: "Don't say that, we are all men."

Morning reading, class, get out of class. Time is passing slowly.

What made Meng Xiaoan feel strange was that Qian Meng didn't come to school. It was strange that he sent her a message, but there was no reply. According to Qian Meng's temperament, it shouldn't be like this.

Meng Xiaoan finally received the message from Qian Meng in the hospital at night.

Meng Xiaoan realized something was wrong and rushed to the hospital immediately.

"Xiao An, my mother is dead." As soon as she saw Xiao An, Qian Meng rushed towards Xiao An and cried loudly.

Meng Xiaoan's eyes widened, how could this be possible? He remembered that he had cured Qian Meng's mother's disease.

"She was hit by a car today." Qian Meng whined.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm here." Meng Xiaoan felt sorry for her and touched Qian Meng's hair.

For a long time, Meng Xiaoan didn't know how long, Qian Meng cried and fell asleep.

"Let's go back first."

"OK."

"Xiao An, I want to sit down." Qian Meng said. She squatted down, quietly, under the street lights at the intersection. The dim street lights lengthened her thin shadow, and she closed her eyes deeply.

, the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow gradually spread across the chest. After a long time, Qian Meng stretched out his right hand, opened his palm, and held it slightly. It seemed like the scene when he and his father were crossing the road together. The warm big hand of his father was holding the little hand, waiting for the red hand.

When the light turned green, my father always lowered his head and said with a smile, hurry up and we started to cross the road. She always smiled at that time. My mother was gone at that time, but she never felt alone or lonely.

Meng Xiaoan also squatted down, looked at her quietly, and then held her hand tightly, so that even the air could not get in.

When she was tired from walking, Qian Meng rested for a few minutes. The moonlight rarely got better in the second half of the night, and the moon sneaked out. But this kind of night made Qian Meng even more sad. No matter how beautiful the night is, if it belongs to one person, it will be lonely after all.

beauty.

Under the street lamp, the shadows of the two of them were stretched out. At this time, Meng Xiaoan felt desolate.

Qian Meng suddenly smiled at Meng Xiaoan, tired, very tired.

Meng Xiaoan had never seen Qian Meng smile like this with such a tired look, which was even uglier than crying. She would rather see her crying than smiling in such pain.

Meng Xiaoan gently stroked her face, over and over again, as if to smooth out the wrinkles in her heart.

"Carry me back? Is that okay?"

"Okay." Meng Xiaoan touched his tired face and smiled, "As long as you let me carry you, I will carry you far, far away."

"Xiao An, I'm going to bed. I'm very tired. Remember to call me when you get home."

"Um."

Qian Meng rested her head on Meng Xiaoan's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep. She seemed to hear the ballads that Meng Xiaoan hummed. They were very nice songs, and seemed to be songs that her father had sung when she was a child.

The frowned eyebrows slowly unfolded, like ripples of water.

Meng Xiaoan suddenly narrowed his eyes, suppressed the tenderness in his eyes, raised his head, and in front of him, a man in snow-white clothes and carrying a long sword appeared ghostly in his eyes.

He stood there firmly, but a strong and oppressive murderous aura surged around him.

This man is like the God of Death, bringing with him a strong sense of darkness and coldness.

Qian Meng suddenly woke up from her sleep and felt a terrifying murderous aura from the strange man in front of her, looking at Meng Xiaoan.

Meng Xiaoan's eyes were calm and warm, and he said: "Wait for me at the next intersection, okay?"

"Well, I will wait for you." Qian Meng said.

Meng Xiaoan's hand wanted to lift the bangs on her forehead, but it only reached halfway and then took it back.

I will wait for you, Xiaoan. I stepped down from Meng Xiaoan’s warm and generous back and held Meng Xiaoan’s warm palm.

She liked the warmth of his palm at that moment. Will they be entangled together for the rest of their lives?

Meng Xiaoan glanced at this man lightly and looked at him with great vigilance.

The man walked towards Meng Xiaoan step by step, as if Meng Xiaoan was the only one in his eyes.

The murderous intent is getting stronger.

Meng Xiaoan felt that his body was tightly wrapped in murderous intent at this moment.

Meng Xiaoan finally spoke out, looking at the man with faint eyes: "A member of the Long family?"

The man remained silent and stopped when he was two meters away.

"It is said that people from the Long family come out in groups of two. Where is the other person?"

"Long San is quite honest with you."

A man with an aloof aura slowly walked out. He had a fishing rod in his hand. There was no hook or bait, only a straight line as white as spider silk. He was wearing clothes that had been washed and worn. He had an ordinary appearance, but

Another unique temperament, with a tired look between his brows.

A white dove landed strangely on the man's shoulder.

A strange, yet contradictory combination.

"Most of the time I like fishing, but sometimes I have no choice but to do so." The man with the white doves on his shoulders said slowly, with his wide robe and long sleeves flying freely.

"Here comes the knife," the man said softly.

A young child of about ten years old came forward with a knife and handed it to the man.

A simple long sword, with the undulating sword energy floating around it.

Dragon tooth knife.

Meng Xiaoan smiled deeply. It seemed that if his good head was cut off by this knife, his life would not be wasted.

Dragon fang, tiger wing, dog god, three evil swords. It is said that many evil things were used in the raw materials for forging, and they were cursed and entangled. At the end of the Xia Dynasty, they were owned by King Yan. After the tyranny began, the three swords were enshrined.

According to historical records, when Shang Tang invaded the Ancestral Temple of the Xia Dynasty, black clouds covered the sky, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and the three evil swords were turned into three evil spirits and attacked. Immediately, the Shang army suffered numerous casualties, and King Tang abandoned his troops and dismounted.

, holding the Xuanyuan Golden Sword, he broke into the main hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, swung his sword and slashed, and the three evil knives were shattered. Under the seal, he didn't know why the dragon tooth fell into the hands of this Nian Jingren.

Meng Xiaoan said nothing. This mysterious man's aura was very powerful. Such strong murderous intent would only appear when he decided to kill someone.

"It's really interesting. It seems that the battle between Li Tanhua's son and the Long family is enough to make us happy." A huge man said, and the man's big hand caressed a girl full of original temptation through his underwear.

The woman's breasts were rubbed and played with wantonly.

There was another man in front of this huge man, Uesugi Kyo, who was dressed in a demonic red robe.

Uesugi said majestically and quietly: "Haru-kun, don't bring a woman next time."

The man named Asano cracked his plump lips and said, "If you don't like women, stop talking. In fact, I don't like women either. But when you come to such an ancient and mysterious country like China, you have to find a woman to play with so that you won't feel lonely."


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