: villain disqualification

The man hooking his neck teased: "Brother Chenxi... I didn't say you, I told you about the Gusu Lan family, don't underestimate it... You still have to take the lead and rush forward, look, you're on the right track now!" ?”

The person said earlier: "Among those people, there is one with a cloud pattern embroidered on his forehead. He must be a direct relative of the Lan family. If he is captured and tortured, he will surely get a lot of useful information..."

"That's not necessarily the case... These self-proclaimed decent people are very concerned about their integrity, especially the children of the Gusu Lan family, who are the most pedantic... I'm afraid they won't be able to ask anything if they are caught."

Meng Yao smiled awkwardly: "It's really not as good as others, so I'm ashamed."

His colleague said: "It doesn't matter to us...but that Wen Yinchu was recommended to show his face in front of the Suzerain, and now he is in the limelight. He must blame you for fighting against him. I think it's self-defeating. I don't think he will come back this time , must be trying to tell lies in front of the suzerain... You should be careful."

Another person thought it was true: "It's reasonable. You have made countless achievements in the past two years. I think he regarded you as a thorn in his side. You should pay more attention to it."

Meng Yao clasped her fists together and said, "Thank you, my dear friends..." After speaking, he sighed, with an indelible worry on his brows, and said, "If this is the case, we can only cover it up with soldiers."

Everyone comforted him and said a few insignificant words, and then ended the inspection. Meng Yao's colleagues were summoned by other people, and they rushed over with laughter.

Meng Yao refused their invitation on the pretext of being injured, tied up the horse alone, and walked to the side of the peddler who had just been smashed.It turned out to be a steamed stuffed bun shop, and the whole family earned a meager income by doing business. They had just been troubled by monk Wen, and now they were packing up their things miserably and preparing to go home quickly.

"Bring me some buns." Meng Yao walked over and smiled slightly.

When the peddler saw the uniform on his body, he was taken aback with fright, bowed tremblingly and said, "This, this, this... this master... these were kicked to the ground by other masters just now... can't... …cannot……"

Meng Yao leaned over to help pick up the cages scattered on the ground, some of them were not broken, the contents were all clean, and handed them to him.

The peddler took it over in fear and trepidation, "Master, I'll come and I'll come... dare not... dare not bother you..."

Meng Yao picked up the oiled paper bag and wrapped a few by herself, reached into the front of her front and touched a small piece of broken silver to pay the bill, and said to the peddler, "Boss, it's a mess right now, if you can leave, don't stay here..."

The peddler refused to accept the money, so Meng Yao forced it into his hands, saying, "This... this... this is too much..."

Meng Yao smiled lightly, ignored it, turned around and walked while struggling to hold the oiled paper bag with her injured arm, and took out a bun with her uninjured hand to chew on.

After a long while of silence, the peddler's choked up voice came: "Many, thank you..."

He sighed slightly, probably because of the same humble background, especially he couldn't see such a person being bullied.Knowing that he might have done another superfluous thing, he secretly laughed.

He avoided the people who were wearing the scorching sun clothes, and found a place to sit down in the aisle under a restaurant. He was about to return to the camp after eating, but unexpectedly felt the sound of footsteps approaching.

Meng Yao turned her head and saw a thin, rickety middle-aged man in rough linen clothes walking tremblingly, and the alarm bells rang in her heart.During this period of time, people dressed as civilians who appeared here, when they saw the clothes on his body, they all avoided him in fear. How could they approach him proactively like this?He subconsciously touched the saber at his waist, and was about to stand up. The man seemed to have seen his vigilance, and hurriedly glanced around. After confirming that there was no one there, he bowed slightly to him from a distance away.

Meng Yao was surprised.

That one suppressed his voice, and called out in a very low voice: "Mr. Meng."

Meng Yao was taken aback and narrowed her eyes.

Seeing that he seemed to have relaxed his vigilance, the man took a few steps towards him and said in a low voice, "I am Zewu Jun's subordinate."

Meng Yao's whole heart fluttered, a bit of sourness, helplessness and warmth smeared in her chest, and her complicated thoughts inexplicably converged into a feeling... called grievance.He was taken aback by the thought.

He stretched out his hand, beckoning the man to come closer.

The man stood a few steps away from him, but where his whispered conversations would be heard, looked around vigilantly, and explained to him: "The few disciples of the Lan family that you let go on the battlefield a few days ago... Tell Zewu-kun what happened, Zewu-kun immediately guessed it was you... asked me to thank you...and..."

The heat in Meng Yao's chest continued to grow, and her eye sockets were sore.Fortunately... as expected of Mr. Zewu, he deliberately used Nie Mingjue's Nie's swordsmanship when he fought against the Lan family. At that time, his colleagues behind him called his alias: Li Chenxi——it was the alias Lan Xichen used when he fled with the scroll and was rescued by Meng Yao.

Sure enough, Lan Xichen knew who he was right away.

In the final analysis, it was a mistake. When he fled to the Wen family camp, people asked him his name. His real name could only be used as a pseudonym because he was considered "little famous" in the Wen family alliance. Involuntarily popped out of his mouth.

Using the pseudonym he used... It feels like two people have kept a secret together... a secret that only Lan Xichen and him in the whole world understand what it means.

Seeing that the man stopped at the most critical moment, Meng Yao hurriedly asked: "What else? What else did Mr. Zewu say..."

It's been two years... He still remembers me, he will still think of me... Did Sect Master Nie say anything to him?Will he... hate me like Sect Master Nie? !Hate me? !Disappointed with me?