The host was abducted by money

Chapter 340 Teacher Disobedience (End)

cemetery.

The autumn wind is blowing, cooling everyone's heart...

In front of that brand new tombstone, stood a tall and straight figure.

Wearing a suit and leather shoes, just to worship you.

He held a bouquet of flowers in his arms and placed them gently in front of the tombstone.

Half-kneeling down, gently stroking the name engraved on the stele.

The gloominess between his brows was stained with sadness, he looked at the tombstone as if looking at her through the tombstone.

In those eyes, there is tenderness like water, gentle and gentle.

Facing it was the cold tombstone.

"Meng Xi..." His mellow voice whispered.

"Meng Xi..." The two words lingered on his lips like treasures.

"Meng Xi..." She wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start.

He kept this posture, nostalgic for a long time...

Until sunset, his shadow casts as if to be engraved on the tombstone.

Get up slowly.

Facing the tombstone that was coated with a layer of gold by dusk, he opened his mouth slowly.

"Meng Xi, since you don't like this world, then... I will destroy it."

The world where she came and left...

The world where she no longer exists is so bleak everywhere, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

Since she left without nostalgia, then he ruined it.

The back that was elongated by the setting sun was filled with the aura that strangers should not enter, and those who enter must perish.

Outside the cemetery, next to the black car, there is a slender figure, it is Meng Yao.

He was leaning against the car, holding a cigarette between his fingers, and the smoke was gently exhaled from his lips, blurring the sadness in front of him.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up, stubbed out his cigarette, and stood up straight.

He took a black iron box placed on the front of the car and walked towards Qiange.

The breath on his body was too domineering, Meng Yao felt as if half of the air in his body had been emptied, his face was slightly stagnant, and he spoke.

"I found this thing in Xi'er's room. It should be what she wanted to give you."

Sure enough, hearing this name, most of the gloom on Qian Ge's body faded away. He walked towards Meng Yao, took the iron box with his slender fingers, and then passed Meng Yao.

Meng Yao looked at Qian Ge and wanted to take a puff of cigarette, only to remember that he had just stubbed out the cigarette.

"If Xi'er was still here, I don't think she would want to see you like this."

"But she's not here..." Qian Ge looked down at the box in his hand and smiled lightly.

Qiange looked at his walking back and sighed softly.

Today's Qian Ge is just like Shura who is killing people, everywhere he looks is bloody.

Except for Qin Xiao, all of the Qin family were slaughtered, as well as the upper echelons of country Z...

As long as there is no one left who has anything to do with that matter...

Country Z has lost a large number of upper classes, and Ninglao Zhenguo, Grandpa also began to select people from among the talents.

And he didn't give up, the terrorist organizations in Europe also started to cause chaotic wars. The flames of this war, from the dark to the bright, quickly changed from fighting between organizations, to fighting between countries, and then to the world...

And those who can stop him...

But it is long gone.

Meng Yao raised his head and looked at Meng Xi's tombstone in the distance in the cemetery.

He still remembered that that day, he and his grandfather looked at Xi'er's cold body being fished out from the bottom of the sea, and she was lying there peacefully.

At that time, he wanted to ruin all his moods, just like Qiange now, but this idea was eventually suppressed by various factors.

Now it seems that no one loves Xi'er more than Qian Ge.

Qian Ge walked slowly down the mountain, opened the box in his hand, and saw that the color photos in the box blurred his eyes.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, with joy and sadness...

"Meng Xi, as you wish..."

I will do whatever you like.

You like this world, but why don't you stay for me...

The autumn breeze is blowing, the fallen leaves are flying, no beauty is seen, and I am alone...

Whoever reckons that the west wind is cold alone, Xiaoxiao Huangye closes the window, meditates on the past and sets up the setting sun.

Being shocked by the alcohol and sleeping heavily, the gambling book was so scented with tea, it was only normal at that time.

　Huanxisha·Who cares about the west wind and is alone in the cold weather?

　　Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
　　Whoever reckons that the west wind is cold alone, Xiaoxiao Huangye closes the window, meditates on the past and sets up the setting sun.

　　Being shocked by the alcohol and sleeping heavily, the gambling book was so scented with tea, it was only normal at that time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)