Forced to follow the love line by the villain boss

"Wow! Big brother, your flowers are blooming too!" Pingping didn't think too much, she didn't notice Meng Xing's daze, she just looked at the flowers in Meng Xing's hand in surprise.

Meng Xing was awakened by the child's voice. He squatted down, leveled his gaze with Pingping, and asked with a serious expression, "Where did this flower come from?"

"Big brother gave it to me!" After Pingping finished speaking, she remembered that there were two big brothers, and she quickly corrected: "It's not you, it's another big brother!"

She danced and gestured to Meng Xing for the appearance of another big brother: "Wearing a black suit and a hat, it feels terrible, like a villain in a cartoon."

She described the process of meeting each other: "I didn't finish planting the flowers yesterday, I got up early in the morning, and I planted a little more, and then this big brother in black passed by the street, he stopped to see me , and asked me what I was doing."

"I told him that I was planting flowers! When spring comes back, I can see the flowers blooming!"

"Then he suddenly came a little closer, and I was a little scared because I thought he was really scary...It felt cold..." Pingping said here and grabbed the corner of her clothes, and she could see that he was really scared.

"But that big brother is not a bad person!" Pingping suddenly began to defend the other party: "He is actually very gentle. I accidentally spilled the bag containing the flower seeds. He helped me pick up the seeds and gave them back to me. I performed a magic trick!"

Pingping held up her small fist and demonstrated: "He held the seed in his hand, then opened his hand again, and the seed germinated!"

Meng Xing didn't listen anymore. Hearing this is enough. Pingping's description has proved that the other party has indeed used external power to force the flower seeds to bloom in the extremely cold ice and snow. It also proves that the other party has the ability to change. The power of dream rules.

The black clothes, with a hood, are exactly the same as Meng Xing's Wujin dress that he saw a few days ago, plus the power to change the rules of the dream, it is impossible for anyone else, Meng Xing asked eagerly: "Yes How long ago? Where did he go?"

"Hmm..." Pingping bit her finger and recalled, "Not long ago, he seemed to be heading in that direction."

She pointed Meng Xing in a direction, Meng Xing didn't have time to say anything else, he just left the vase in his hand, and then hurriedly chased in the direction pointed by Pingping.

After searching for so long, he finally found a clue without ember, so of course he couldn't let it go.

Meng Xing walked on the street for a while, paying attention to the crowd along the road, looking for any men in black clothes and hoods.

His luck finally improved once, and he was indeed found. He saw the familiar figure from a distance, and hurriedly followed.

He didn't rush forward to stop the opponent, he was going to follow secretly first, to see what Wujin wanted to do.

He saw that Wujin's footsteps were not in a hurry, but only walking slowly, like most of the aimless people on the street, they seemed to be just wandering at will.

But suddenly, he turned into an alley next to the street.Meng Xing suddenly lost sight of the other party, trotted a few steps, and chased into the alley.

The alley was very dark and quiet. Meng Xing walked lightly, listening to the other person's footsteps, and quietly followed behind.

The alleyway twists and turns, and Meng Xing quickly lost his way. He no longer knew where the exit of the alley was, but he could still hear the other party's footsteps, so he chose to continue tracking.

But after he chased for a while, the sound of footsteps suddenly disappeared, and Meng woke up to the alleyway before the sound of footsteps disappeared, which was a dead end.

He looked at the wall blocking the road in front of him, as if suddenly evaporated, that person disappeared here.

But the other party must not have really disappeared, he must have noticed his pursuit and deliberately lured him here.Meng Xing was about to turn around and continue searching, but when he actually turned around, he froze.

The person he had been looking for for a long time was standing in front of him, watching him quietly at the corner of this dead-end alley.

Still couldn't see his face clearly, the brim of his hat was too low, Meng Xing could only see the bridge of his nose and lips.He saw the corners of the man's serious lips opening and closing.

"Are you looking for me?" He asked Meng Xing.

It was a very firm tone.

Now that he had been discovered, Meng Xing simply cut to the chase, calling him by his first name, "Wujin."

He originally wanted to continue talking and ask the other party's purpose of entanglement, but after hearing the name, the man repeated it with some doubts: "Wujin?"

The tone was strange as if he was talking about another person.

But he is obviously Wu Jin himself, they are so similar, Meng Xing will never admit his mistake.

Meng Xing's determination lasted until the man reached out and took off his hood, and it was indeed as Meng Xing expected, revealing a face that was almost the same as Wujin's.

But it is only close to the same, they are not exactly the same.

It looks like the contours of the facial features, although they are equally handsome, but Wujin is softer and kinder, while the man in front of him is colder and more heroic, and it looks like the corners of his lips are raised, not naturally raised like Wujin, as if Always smiling, the man looks more serious and cold.

And the biggest difference between them is that Wujin's eyes are black, pure black, but the man in front of him has golden pupils, brilliant like the scorching sun before it fades.

Adding up these little differences, Meng Xing had to admit that he probably really had the wrong person.

This person is very similar to Wujin, but he is not Wujin.

"I'm not Wujin." The man also denied this. He said his name in a low voice, "My name is Feng Ye."

"Feng Ye..." Meng Xing was a little confused as he read the name, because he didn't know the name, let alone what it represented.

But he quickly thought of another point, why is this man named Feng Ye so similar to Wu Jin?As far as he knows, there is only one god in the world who was born from the same origin as Wujin and has very similar power.

"You are God of War...Ying Long?!" Meng Xing called out the name in astonishment.

Feng Ye didn't deny it, he looked at Meng Xing quietly, when Meng Xing was looking at him, he was also looking at Meng Xing at the same time.

Meng Xing didn't bother to look at the other party again, because... the other party turned out to be Ying Long? !Meng Xing's heart was full of turmoil. He was no stranger to Zhan Zhan, and he also knew how strong this great god was.

He has personally used the supernatural power of Yinglong copied by the system, and he has also picked up the indestructible sword.He also knew that although Ying Long also used the power of resentment, he was not as evil as Wu Jin, and the opponent was an orthodox god recognized by the Dao of Heaven.

At the same time...he is also the god who protects the heaven.

And Wen Rulan was hunted down by the Dao of Heaven, and was doomed to die under the doomsday of August 8th. What did Ying Long suddenly come to this dreamland for?

Meng Xing didn't let down his guard because of the other party's identity, he still secretly tightened his body vigilantly.

Feng Ye saw Meng Xing's vigilance, he remained calm, and after a while, he spoke again: "You know me?"

"I've heard of it." Meng Xing replied perfunctorily, and at the same time tentatively asked, "Your Excellency, God of War, why are you here?"

"This is Meng Zejun's dream, it's a little too presumptuous for you to come here uninvited." Meng Xing's tone suddenly became a little rude.

He originally wanted to test something, but somehow it turned into an unceremonious question, as if the master was questioning an outsider who broke into the territory.

This outsider is not as cold and tough as his appearance, but his attitude is quite gentle, just like he used to use his magical power to make flowers bloom in the ice and snow for a little girl he didn't know before. He rushed to visit and apologized: "I was rude."

"As for why I came here..." He answered Meng Xing's question again, but it was not an answer: "I don't know why I came here, I just think I should come."

Meng Xing was startled, what kind of answer is this?

Feng Ye himself knew that this answer was unconvincing, but it was really his answer.His eyes were no longer on Meng Xing, but on the surrounding ice and snow.

Looking at the snow covered with buildings and roads, he murmured in confusion: "This dream is full of despair..."

During the few days of walking in this dream, he saw too much grief, saw too many hysterical people, and the ice and snow of despair weighed on everyone. This dream was so heavy that it made people breathless.

"Mengyu shouldn't be like this." Feng Ye recalled everything he saw, and concluded.

There is no basis, but Meng Xing knows that what Feng Ye said is correct...Meng Yu shouldn't be like this.

Dreams are illusory and beautiful.Dreams often carry the things that people cannot do in reality, and the desires that cannot be achieved. It should be the last hope of people's hearts, and it should not be full of despair.

God's dreams should not be an exception, and even for Meng Zejun who is in charge of dreams, his dreams should be warmer and more peaceful than ordinary people, because he is the god who protects dreams, and his divine power is so gentle.

But this dream had indeed turned into such a cold appearance, Feng Ye could only think of one answer.

"Meng Zejun, why are you so desperate?" he asked Meng Xing.

"Because..." Meng Xing was a little distracted by Feng Ye's previous words, and subconsciously wanted to answer.

But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly realized: "You have mistaken the person, I am not Meng Zejun."

"Aren't you?" Feng Ye asked again.

"Of course not!" Meng Xing took it for granted, how could he be Jun Mengze?

Feng Ye looked at Meng Xing steadfastly. After a while, he seemed to accept the answer. He asked again: "Then who are you?"

"My name is Meng Xing, I..." Meng Xing hesitated, he didn't know how to explain his identity as a game player.

Feng Ye spoke again: "Are you someone outside your dream?"

"...That's right." Meng Xing replied.

Feng Ye didn't ask further, he suddenly raised his head and glanced, he stretched out his hand with the palm facing up, as if trying to catch something.

Meng Xing didn't know what the other party was doing at first, but he soon knew from the coldness falling on his forehead that it was snowing.

Not a frantic snowstorm, but just scattered light snow.

This is not surprising, at such a low temperature, such a light snowfall will come at any time, and the closer the end is, the more frequent the snowfall will be.

Feng Ye felt the snowflakes melting in his palm, and the cold engulfed the temperature of his body, just like despair ate away at this dream.He turned around abruptly and left the alleyway.

Meng Xing subconsciously took a step forward and asked, "Where are you going?"

Feng Ye didn't look back, and he didn't stop, leaving only a vague answer: "I'm going to find an answer."

Looking for an answer?

Meng Xing didn't know, he stood there in a daze for a long while, and he didn't come back to his senses until the sparse snow covered his shoulders.

There was no one at the entrance of the alleyway, Feng Ye had already left, and he was the only one standing alone in the snow.

Meng Xing also left. He brushed off the snow from his shoulders, wrapped his clothes tightly, and walked out of the narrow alley.

He returned to the broad road, and also to the door of the mother and daughter's house, but only saw that the building was empty.

It was only now that Meng Xing noticed the dark sky, it was already so late.

Pingping's mother said that she left at noon, and it is already evening now, so they must have left long ago.

Meng Xing originally wanted to say goodbye for the last time, but after all, he didn't have time.

There are many things in life that are missed, some of which can be made up for later, but Meng Xing knows that he will never have another chance, this is destined to be a journey without return.

He stopped and looked at the direction to leave the city, which is also the direction most people walk on the street. The evening of August 8 was the last deadline for people without tickets issued by the government to leave. These people left their hometowns out of helplessness and despair.

This dream was full of despair... Meng Xing suddenly thought of Feng Ye's words again.

Why is this dream so hopeless?Is it because of the owner of the dream?

Why is Kemeng's owner so desperate...Meng Xing doesn't know.

He seemed to know again.Everything probably has something to do with Wen Rulan.

Meng Xing walked again, in a different direction than most people. He walked towards the city, towards the research institute where Wen Rulan was.

Among the crowd of people leaving the city, he seemed a little out of place, and also a little eye-catching.

"Stop!" Suddenly someone stopped Meng Xing.

It was a man in military uniform, and he was not alone. There was a group of colleagues in military uniform beside him, who were forcibly expelling some residents who refused to leave and did not have tickets.

Meng Xing didn't walk in the direction he left, so naturally it caught his attention immediately, and he came forward to check his identity.

Meng Xing was stunned for a moment. After realizing the purpose of the other party's visit, he took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket and handed it to the other party for inspection.

The inspection will take a while, because it is necessary to check whether the number and identity information match to prevent someone from forging or counterfeiting, so during the inspection, Meng Xing has to stand here and wait.

He wasn't in a hurry, anyway, Wen Rulan still had a while to get off work, so just wait for a while.

But while waiting, Meng Xing saw someone being stopped again.

These people are not as cooperative as he is, because they don't have tickets, they just want to stay here.

The people in the military will naturally not agree, they have received the order to die, and they must not leave people without tickets.

The residents who were stopped began to curse angrily, and the scolding quickly escalated into fists and kicks. The two groups fought together, and the physical fitness of ordinary people was not as good as that of well-trained soldiers.

But these people had a ruthless spirit and knew that leaving would mean death, so the two sides were in a stalemate for a while, even the officer who helped Meng Xing check his identity had to temporarily put down his work and go to help suppress the riot.

But soon, they were subdued by another team of soldiers who came to support them, their arms twisted backwards, and they were pressed against the snow ground immobile.

The officer also freed his hands again, and after confirming that Meng Xing's identity was correct, he handed over the phone to Meng Xing in person, and gave him an ID that had already been checked. Meng Xing would then be able to move freely in the city.

Meng Xing took the phone and thanked him. He was about to leave, but before he left, he couldn't help but look at the group of people who were firmly pressed down on the snow.

It was this glance that made him accidentally discover an acquaintance.

That person also recognized Meng Xing at the same time. He had been staring at Meng Xing for a long time. Compared with ordinary people like them who were forcibly suppressed, Meng Xing, who was treated with courtesy by the military, was more conspicuous.

In fact, he had long thought that Meng Xing looked familiar, but he had never dared to confirm it until this time when he looked at each other inadvertently, he realized from Meng Xing's eyes that this was the person, the one he met in the tavern, who was drunk People who dared to wear single clothes to a snowstorm after drinking wine, and came back shivering from the cold.

Seeing that the other party was pitiful, he even gave Meng Xing a glass of wine. Before the president delivered his speech, Meng Xing was sitting at the table next to him. He was sure that Meng Xing didn't have a ticket, and the text message he received was blank.

But at this moment, Meng Xing was holding a ticket in his hand, a ticket that he shouldn't have.

"Why do you have a ticket?!" The man in the leather jacket had already been subdued, but at this moment he suddenly struggled, as if crazy, and his strength was so strong that he overturned the suppressed man soldiers.

He got up from the ground, roared and questioned: "Why do you have tickets?!"

He ran towards Meng Xing, but his not so tall and strong figure ran with a terrifying momentum like an avalanche, Meng Xing froze in place.

He was in a daze, he didn't respond when the leather jacket broke free and ran towards him, and when the leather jacket ran a few meters in front of him and was overwhelmed again by the soldiers who were chasing him, he still didn't respond.

After a while, the commotion slowly subsided, and Meng Xing's gaze finally belatedly looked down.

He looked at the man who was crushed on the ice and snow, staring at him with blood-red eyes, and looked at the questioning of the soul in those eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

"Why do you have tickets?!"

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