Quick Transmigration: Cannon Fodder Comes to Counterattack

In the next few days, Meng Li didn't go out much. He just practiced in his room and let some spiritual energy accumulate in his Dantian.

You must at least be strong enough to carry a heavy sword.

Liga was happiest about this, as she would not always have to worry about her agreeing to dates with people with ill intentions.

Usually, this proud guy would give some snacks and fruits when he had nothing to do, and come up to please him and take a look at Meng Li.

Although Meng Li knew what his true form was, he was never very willing to transform into it, saying that there was no need to fight now.

You must regard yourself as a human being and stand on the same level.

Like the companion weapons of the earl and countess, when nothing happens, they transform into their own bodies and stay there quietly. This is the real companion weapon.

There are no distracting thoughts, no thoughts, only obedience and loyalty in the mind, and he will not miss his master like Li Jia.

That’s why the client is a son of the plane, and the accompanying weapons are so ‘distinctive’.

It was time for dinner again that day, but the earl sent a maid in advance to ask Meng Li to go downstairs. When Meng Li went downstairs, he saw that the earl and countess both looked serious, with a trace of sadness on their faces, and Meng Li felt sad in his heart. That’s it.

The earl asked Meng Li to sit down, and then said:

The king said he wants to summon you.

Li Jia stood aside, a little guessing in his heart, and his expression became gloomy.

Meng Li lowered his head in fear and said:

Father, why does the king want to see me? I don't seem to be able to give the king any advice.

The count said:

I don't know the specifics. I'm just looking at your attitude now.

Meng Li asked:

Is the queen okay?

The Countess' eyes flashed with confusion and she asked:

Why do you think of asking the queen? I went to the palace a few days ago and saw her. She is still so beautiful.

Meng Li snorted, thinking in his mind that it was time to deal with the king's affairs.

Then the countess said again:

Otherwise, ask your father to tell the king that you are sick during this period and it is not appropriate to meet the king. I believe the king will understand.

She always had a bad feeling in her heart. Her daughter was so beautiful, and everyone seemed to be thinking about her daughter and had no good intentions.

It's not a pretty thing if the king cares.

The king is almost as old as them, and the queen is fine, so there is no guarantee that the king will anger his daughter because of his thoughts.

Meng Li nodded.

I agree.

The earl exhaled, and the faint worry in his brows had not dissipated, and said:

Since you're sick, just endure the boredom these days and don't go out.

The Countess said:

My daughter hasn't been out for several days. Are you feeling bored?

She looked at Meng Li.

Meng Li shook his head. He was not bored. A cultivator must calm down and practice. This is the first test. If she has nothing to do, she can stay and practice for a year and a half.

After dinner, Meng Li went upstairs, and Li Jia followed him. Meng Li ignored him, and Li Jia called out to Meng Li:

Messaly.

Meng Li turned his head and looked at Li Jia:

Shouldn't you call me master? If you don't call me miss, how can you just call me by my name?

Liga: Don't always care what I call you.

Meng Li leaned casually in front of the door, with no intention of letting Li Jia in. She said:

Titles can distinguish the relationship between us and are also a reflection of class.

Calling names is too affectionate.

All right,

Miss.

Li Jia was helpless and unwilling to discuss this issue with Meng Li again.

He turned to business and asked Meng Li:

Why do you think the king summoned you?

Meng Li touched his face and smiled faintly. What else could be the reason? Of course it was because of this face that was so beautiful that he was fascinated by it.

Messali, who had met him for the first time, had such a narcissistic expression, and she felt a little bad.

His Adam's apple moved, feeling that he got the other person's meaning from his performance. The other person seemed to be saying: Because I'm beautiful?

Liga said:

Now that you understand that the king is covetous of your beauty, what are you going to do?

Meng Li: When did I understand?

Liga: ? Isn't it written all over Miss's face?

Meng Li shook his head and said:

No, I just suddenly thought that I was so beautiful, and I felt happy from the bottom of my heart.

And after she arrived, she could still feel that her appearance continued to become more beautiful, and you could notice it if you observed her carefully.

In the later stage, he became jealous and resentful.

Liga: ...?

Is this his Messali?

He looked at Meng Li carefully and then said:

I have to admit, miss, you have indeed become beautiful again.

Meng Li smiled and planned to enter the room. Li Jia said:

Please try not to meet the king. It is not normal for a king to summon a noble lady for no reason.

It will also cause the queen to think too much. The young lady should understand that this is something that should not be done.

Meng Li: I understand.

If the king insists on seeing you, how can he find a way to avoid it? I can also help you with some advice. Please discuss it with me.

Liga said again with some worry.

Meng Li:

Li Jia, you are such a good mother-in-law.

Probably men know men best, Liga can almost accurately analyze every man's intention to get close to Messali.

Then he said this in the ear of the client. After all, the client was more willing to believe in his companion weapon, which made him feel sad for a while.

She was not sad that others could only see her appearance, but she was sad that others seemed to have no patience to develop feelings for her.

It's so simple and direct.

They all wanted to use their own power to snatch her away, as if they were afraid that if they acted too late, she would be taken away by others.

This seemed to her undoubtedly crazy and extremely disrespectful.

What?

Li Jia looked at Meng Li in shock, unable to believe that these words came from his fairy mouth, and he was a little unable to recover.

Mother-in-law, this may not seem rude, but it makes people feel very strange.

Meng Li satisfied his inner evil taste, opened the door and immediately locked Li Jia out.

Li Jia stood at the door for a while, thought about it, then turned and left.

He has a special room.

Meng Li practiced in his room until late at night before lying down to sleep.

There was silence all around, and Meng Li was lying quietly on the bed. She was clearly not smiling, but she still gave people a sweet feeling of a smile at the corner of her mouth. Her long eyelashes covered her, and people couldn't help but imagine what kind of beautiful pair was hidden inside. Eye.

A black figure appeared beside Meng Li's bed. She leaned over and looked at Meng Li, and couldn't help but laugh:

This is a really nice looking toy.

But the voice was so low that I could barely hear it.

She looked around Meng Lizai carefully, even her earlobes, and finally there was a trace of amusement in her eyes.