The devil attacks me every day

There was a small golden-red flame born on the forehead of my elder sister. When I first arrived at the Meng family, those people said that my elder sister was very much like the bewitching witch of the Zhao family.

Even though she always speaks softly and softly, and has an extremely soft temper, some people always say that sister is extremely arrogant when she looks at it, and she has an indescribable majesty.

Living under the fence, but extremely arrogant.When one person says that, more and more people hate them.

His sister was not liked, and he also received countless humiliations from the name to the encounter.It is polite to say that he is masculine and feminine, and that he is too feminine, and there are not a few people who directly take off his clothes and want to humiliate him.So Meng Qi'an was not afraid of being beaten with a bruised nose and a swollen face, anyway, his teeth marks were left on those urchins.

The reflection in the water kept changing in his eyes.

He saw himself being pushed to the ground, bleeding from his hands and feet; he saw Ajie protecting himself with her thin arms as the rain poured down; he saw Ajie wearing a beautiful new dress for the first time during the Tianjiao battle She circled around and asked him if he looked good; when she saw people who admired Ajie come to find her with countless gifts, she blushed and ran away; The cinnamon flowers of...

"Little Qian, you're back." Her voice was so soft and warm, like sugar water hot on the stove in winter, he couldn't help but feel honey in his heart just thinking about it.

Meng Qi'an stared at the surface of the water and smiled unconsciously, his eyes were exactly the same as Sister's when he smiled.

He smiled and laughed, feeling sour in his heart, so he sighed and lay sprawled on the grass by the river.

"Demon girl... demon girl..." The mother is a demon girl, and the older sister is a little demon girl.The elder sister's witch's name comes from the unusual flame pattern on her forehead, while the mother's witch's name comes from Meng Xinyuan, the noble young son of Liufeng's Meng family.

The mother's surname is Zhao Minghuan, and the word is Qin Geng. According to the servants, the mother comes from a small family that has declined.

Afterwards, the vulgar hero saved the beauty, and the father made a big fuss in the Meng family for the mother, and finally embraced the beauty.

But the mother didn't tell him why his parents left the Meng family.Even before she died, she still grabbed her sister Zhile's hand, telling her not to return to Liufeng.

Is being bullied?Still avoiding something?Of course Meng Qi'an didn't know.

The two siblings depended on each other and wandered for half a year, almost starving to death on the street, but in the end they were miraculously picked up by the Meng family.Fate has a definite number, so how can we tell whether it is a blessing or a curse?

He knew even less about his father, Meng Xinyuan.His father left early, and Meng Qi'an only heard a few stories about his father from his mother when he was young.His mother said that he was "noble but not arrogant, he is a good man with chivalry and righteousness engraved in his blood."

Thinking of this, Meng Qian hurriedly got up from the ground and moved to the water's edge, pulled down his collar, and tilted his neck to look at the reflection in the water.There was a black welt lying on the slender neck, starting from the neck and extending to the chest.Under the clothes, there are many similar scars.

Acting chivalrously and righteously, eliminating demons and defending the way... It is the mother's few words that make the world of young people only innocent and righteous.Although he doesn't remember what his father looked like, at least he wants to be like his father.

Then what?Then he was full of blood and innocence in exchange for scars all over his body, and he still wanted to hold on to his innocence and linger on.

The setting sun quietly hid behind the woods, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Night is coming.

Meng Qi'an randomly picked a tree and jumped into it, leaning against the trunk in a daze.After staying for a long time, he took out the jade pendant that had been wiped clean from his arms.

The whole body of the jade pendant with the plaster removed was moist light green, and the black runes engraved around it faintly looked like a ball of thunder.In the middle of the flames were three small, vigorous characters: Zhuang Nanhai.

"Zhuang Nanhai..." Meng Qi'an murmured to himself, "It would be great if you didn't die."

He closed his eyes.

'If you are not dead, tell me how I should go on. '

The scorching heat of the day receded, and the moon slowly rose from the night, coating the silent field with a layer of soft white.

The animals that had been hiding in the forest for a whole day came out of the forest, first a few beautiful deer, then a group of birds circling in the night, squirrels, bobcats, one after another moved in the night stand up.Some came to the river to drink water with vigilance, and some jumped up and down in search of food.

Meng Qi'an knew that he couldn't flexibly mobilize the spiritual energy in his body, so he hid in the tree early before it was dark, avoiding the animal gathering at night.Although this place is not far from the village, there are unlikely to be large carnivores, but lying on the grass and sleeping is not as easy as coming from a tree.

[Alang, Alang. ]

[Give you caramel. ]

[Put on red clothes to be your new bride...]

Suddenly, a delicate voice came from nowhere, with a clearness that Chu Xia didn't have.

This little tune is a mountain city tune unique to Zeshu Mansion. The tune is simple and catchy. He used to hear girls sing it when he came to Zeshu.At the moment, the voice of the woman singing was as sweet as honey, but not so greasy, soft and sultry, and it was the best little tune he had ever heard.

Meng Qi'an tensed up and looked around vigilantly.

Where do women sing in this barren mountain?

[Alang, Alang. ]

[Grey-haired. ]

[Smooth your sleeves to add fragrance to your red sleeves...]

The singing is soft, like silk thread, like a dense net; it is also full of sadness, thick, thick, as if tears are about to drip from the sadness.

Meng Qi'an heard a sigh in a trance, it was a woman's sigh.This sigh seemed to be alive, it got into his ears with a little moisture, and then slowly, it soaked into his soul.

[Alang...Alang...]

The mountain city ditty gradually turned into a call, her voice was so long and affectionate.The voice immersed in the soul carried a trace of indescribable weirdness, softening his body and blurring his consciousness...

[Alang, come to me... Alang...]

Meng Qi'an turned his head unconsciously, looking at the calm water surface under the moonlight.The melody like a dense net envelops him tightly.

The graceful singing voice enveloped him like an invisible water film, and everything around him disappeared, as if he was the only one left in the world, quietly watching the deeper and deeper waters.

First the head, then the feet, Meng Qian leaned against the tree, his body moved with the rhythm, and fell down from the tree with a bang.

The pain didn't stop him from moving. Like a marionette, his movements were slow and jerky, step by step towards the river bank.

"Plop!" He fell into the river without even screaming.

Gululu... A series of bubbles rushed up from his mouth, the air gradually disappeared, and the suffocating water filled him.

Meng Qi'an saw a face.

A snow-white, beautiful face.

She slightly raised the corners of her lips and smiled at him, beckoning to him.

[A Lang, you are here... let this slave love you... A Lang...]

The cold river water invaded from his nose, mouth, and even his ears.He began to struggle, but when he opened his mouth, the river water poured into his mouth, choking him so much that he had a splitting headache.

The woman didn't seem to see him suffering like this, and slowly approached him.She stretched out a pair of white hands, and gently stroked the boy's face.

[Alang, don't be afraid...we will be together forever...]

The boy struggled, and the thick water blocked life and death, making it impossible for drowning people to cross.

[Look at me, Alang. ]

She got closer and closer, as if she was going to be entangled with him and fall into an endless abyss.

And her soul-stirring face, when you get close, it turns into a white flower!She has no facial features, and her jet-black long hair dyed the surrounding river black, wrapping him in circles and pulling him down gently.

The young man's struggle became weaker and weaker, and the woman finally approached him, gently hugging him into her arms.

[We are finally together. ]

Her face without facial features slowly approached the boy's face, as if she wanted to kiss him intimately.

The moment she approached him, the young man who had already lost his vital signs suddenly opened his eyes. Those bright eyes were soaked in the river water, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips, and moved his finger with red light. Point the point between the eyebrows of the female ghost!

[who are you! ]

The female ghost has no mouth, so she can't speak, but she is water, air, everything that pervades the surroundings, her voice is everywhere, and Meng Qi'an is tightly locked.

Meng Qi'an didn't pay attention to her, he had to suffer so much to lure her over, so naturally he wouldn't let her go easily.The yin pill in his body was running wildly, and the turbulent evil spirit was even colder than the river water. His fingertips that were glowing with inspiration began to freeze, but they still couldn't resist his movements.

Following the young man's movements, the aura formed a mysterious pattern in the water, and then followed his attack, flying straight towards the faceless female ghost!

[ah! ]

As soon as Lingguang touched the female ghost, it began to shrink, carrying a tiny electric current to form a thunder net to cover her, and soon wrapped her into a rice dumpling.

Of course Meng Qi'an wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, but he was about to be suffocated by himself, struggling to swim upward with his hands and feet, and finally sent himself back to the surface of the river before he was suffocated.

"Ha... huh... ouch... suffocation, suffocation... I'm dying... ouch..." Meng Qi'an took a big breath, his lungs hurt as if he had been struggling, and his whole body exploded Generally painful.

After being submerged in the water for a long time, and using two spells in a row, Meng Qi'an was cold, tired and uncomfortable. It took a lot of effort to turn over half of his body on the shore, and the other half couldn't turn over. His legs and feet could only be soaked in the water weakly, okay? Embarrassed.

"No, it can't be done... Take a break..." He lay on the bank panting heavily, shaking the water from his ears.

He raised his hand to wipe the water off his face, but saw a pair of black boots standing in front of him.

As soon as the owner of the black boots lifted his foot, the lines on the side of the boots were revealed, and there was even a skull embroidered with a very poor taste, which was still golden.

As soon as the man stretched out his hand, the faceless female ghost trapped in the river broke through the water. The next moment, the female ghost turned into a jet of black air and escaped from the bondage, flying directly into the man's hand.

"Thank you." He glanced at the wet boy and walked away unhurriedly.

The bird on the tree was particularly suitable for the occasion, and cooed twice as it watched his back.

"No!" Meng Qi'an brushed away the wet hair on his forehead indiscriminately, and blinked: "Hey! Who are you?"

He struggled for a while and climbed ashore, but the man had no idea where he had gone.

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