Envy

Meng Tou threw him out.His back hit a post against the wall.After Mu Su's disciple realized it, he immediately pulled Meng Tou back.

Yan Yun couldn't believe it: "Meng Tou, are you crazy!"

The face and neck of the knocked down disciple turned red, and he rushed over with bared teeth.Meng Tou caught all his random moves, and Meng Tou twisted his arm and fell down again.Shen Gui's disciples got angry, and several of them rolled up their sleeves to rush over to beat Meng Tou.

One person said: "Are you full, kid? Do you know who you are fighting against?"

Meng Tou said: "You're a bunch of nonsense trash! When your mother gave birth to you, didn't you give birth to your brains? Why did the Miao people recruit you? Aren't the Miao people human? People like you are scum. Shen Gui has you People are the misfortune of my Uncle Yan!"

Senior brother Mu Su held Meng Tou while persuading the fight, but Meng Tou didn't know the general idea, so he wanted to go to fight.Meng Tou vomited dirty for the first time, and he scolded those people as bastards.The scene suddenly became chaotic.

The senior brother suppressed Meng Tou and prevented him from messing around.Meng Tou couldn't move his arm flexibly, and he was punched in a daze.Meng Tou felt dizzy for a moment, and when he regained consciousness, he broke free from his senior brother's restraint.Seeing that he was being beaten, the senior brother didn't know what to do, and his hand relaxed a little.

Several senior brothers kept saying beside him: "Meng Tou, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive..."

Meng Tou couldn't hear it, he only had one thought in his mind, to beat these people until they didn't even know their mothers: "Don't stop me!"

As soon as Meng Tou broke free, he beat up several people.A group of Shen Gui's disciples besieged him alone.When Huo Zhi saw that he was being beaten, he had already stood up. Seeing that the scene was unstoppable, and Meng Tonghua was obviously outnumbered, he put aside all his worries and came to help him fight.

After a fight, a group of them smashed two tables and six stools in the teahouse, and brought the shopkeeper over.

The shopkeeper almost fainted from the pain in his heart, and drove them out with curses and bangs.In the end, it was Mu Su's brother who lost the money.

After the fight, a group of people were more or less injured.After leaving the teahouse, Meng Tou still had a few breaths left, he straightened his neck, and grabbed the lapel of a disciple of Shen Gui to continue practicing.

As soon as they stepped out, Yan Zhaohan and Jiang Tong followed.

Yan Zhaohan said, "Enough."

Meng Tou turned to look at him subconsciously, his brows were frowned, as cold as ice.His expression was full of disgust.Meng Tou was a little at a loss, and let go of the hand that was holding the man's skirt.He didn't know if Yan Zhaohan was disgusted by his actions.

Yan Zhaohan turned his head and said to Jiang Tong, "Let's go back."

Jiang Tong silently agreed, followed him and left, and glanced at Meng Tou before leaving.Meng Tou's face was blue and purple, and there were small red marks, and there were several wounds on his neck.This doesn't have the slightest appearance of a disciple of Xuchang Daoist, so impulsive, it's ridiculous.

Meng Tou watched Yan Zhaohan leave again.He ruthlessly kicked Shen Gui's disciple in front of him.

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Uncle Nishizawa was furious when he heard about this, but it was not easy to get angry in front of Yan Shuhan, and it was already evening and the banquet was about to start.He ordered Shen Gui's disciples to go to the doctor to get some medicine first, and ordered Meng Tou and Huo Zhi to reflect in their own room for one night, and they will be punished tomorrow.

Meng Tou didn't care, even if Uncle Xi Ze was going to execute the caning, he still slept soundly tonight.Xue Ye heard about this and told him that he would bring dinner for him and Huo Zhi.Meng Tou was even more fearless.

It's just that the face he saw in the mirror was really horrible.

After he took a bath, he lay on the bed and read an idle book.After a while, he heard a knock on the door, thinking it was Xue Ye who came to deliver the food, turned over and jumped out of bed, and went to open the door: "Why are you here so soon..."

Yan Zhaohan outside the door looked up at him quietly.

Meng Tou was surprised: "Young Master Yan?"

He knew what his deepest feeling was at that moment—overjoyed.In fact, he was still a little flustered, he didn't even put on his coat, only his middle coat.

Young Master Yan came to deliver medicine to him, carrying a medicine box.Probably because Meng Tou's face was too colorful to be looked at directly, Yan Zhaohan personally applied the medicine for him.

Meng Tou's heart bumped like a deer.Yan Zhaohan rubbed the medicine on him intently, and he focused on looking at his face.Yan Zhaohan's body smelled of flowers and plants, his eyebrows were slender, his lips were thin and red, and his face was youthful.

Meng Tou had never looked at him so closely before, he was so focused that he forgot about the pain and breathing.

Yan Zhaohan was uncomfortable being stared at by him, he cast his gaze on his wound, and asked, "...Why did you help me today."

Meng Tou bent his eyes and smiled: "If I say it's because I treat you like a brother, will you beat me up?"

Yan Zhaohan glanced at him, got up to pack the medicine box, and said calmly, "No." Meng Tou saw that he was planning to leave, so he wanted to find something to save him.

He left the medicine for the wound on the stool beside the bed, put away the rest of the bottles and jars, and lifted the medicine box: "Remember to take the medicine every day. I'll go back first."

Meng Tou was anxious and wrapped his arms around his waist when he turned around.It was an accident, Meng Tou just wanted to hold him back, but Yan Zhaohan couldn't stand still, he took a few steps back and fell to the bed, and happened to lean back against Meng Tou's chest.

Meng Tou clasped his slender waist, his heart beating fast.Yan Zhaohan wanted to get up, but was hugged even tighter by him.

He was a little at a loss, his voice was a little hoarse, and he even felt a little wronged: "Don't go yet." Yan Zhaohan calmed down, and Meng Tou could feel that his arms were pressed down, and Yan Zhaohan's warm belly followed Breathing up and down.

"I like you, and I want to enshrine you like an ancestor... Then... how do you say that poem, just... I only hope that the king's heart is like mine, and I will..." Meng Tou felt that he must be Influenced by Xue Ye, he couldn't remember what the next line of the poem was at this time.So he fell into a long thought.

Yan Zhaohan said in a gentle voice, "Okay."

He was still trying to put that line in the poem, but when he heard the line "good", he suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Feeling unbelievable, Meng Tou wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed down on the bed, pressing his forehead against his, "Do you know what kind of liking I'm talking about?"

Yan Zhaohan said, "It's up to you. Whatever you say, it's up to you."

Meng Tou looked up to meet his eyes, and Yan Zhaohan also looked at him.After a long time, Meng Tou was defeated and buried his head in his warm neck: "You can't lie to me, I am simple."

Yan Zhaohan was speechless.

Meng Tou was immersed in his heartbeat, with his left arm bent and propped up on the bed, hooking his sharp chin with one hand, and gently kissing the corner of his lips.Then he buried his head back again, running his slender fingers through his black hair scattered on the pillow."I'm not dreaming," he said.

Yan Zhaohan let him play with his hair for a while, but did not respond.

Meng Tou said softly: "Thank you, I am very happy."