One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

"Wherever you appear, there is this demonic energy. This is no small matter. The demons may follow you and want to frame you. Master has already confirmed that these things are all caused by those demons who want to marry you." Disaster for our five immortal sects."

Xuan Yi opened his mouth to explain.

But he looked at the rare surprise on Meng Guiwen's face, and smiled to comfort her: "But you don't have to worry, Master has already checked it out, and this matter has nothing to do with you."

Meng Guiwen withdrew the shocked expression on his face.

Not that she was shocked that someone was going to frame her.

Because it is she who wants to frame people.

She even thought about how to get rid of the pot.

In the end, in the eyes of the elder brother and his master, she was the poor little one who was framed.

How do I explain this to my elder brother, that she is the bad guy who threatened the demons to do things for her, and finally dumped the blame on others?

Feeling the elder brother gently stroking his head, Meng Guiwen couldn't say a word.

Forget it, it's good to be kept in the dark.

Anyway, brothers and sisters will live well.

Thinking of this, Meng Guiwen apologized to his master and ancestor in his heart.

Because she changed the fate book for the elder brother that the elder brother will be the head of the Taiqing sect in the future.

She felt that the senior brother was much more reliable than herself or her master.

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Meng Guiwen knew that Xuan Yi and the others were going to explore the road tomorrow, so he had his own ideas.

But she didn't tell Xuan Yi, the two had some conversations before she went to Xue Yin.

As soon as Meng Guiwen entered the room, he saw another woman besides Xue Yin.

Her legs paused a little as she stepped into the room, but she entered the room anyway.

When the woman saw Meng Guiwen, there was a trace of shock on her face, and then she opened her mouth slightly, and tears fell one by one.

Meng Guiwen looked at the woman in front of him with pear blossoms and rain, even if she didn't say who she was, Meng Guiwen knew who she was.

Xue introduced that her mother started crying as soon as she saw Meng Shimei, and she didn't know how to persuade her.

"Mother, don't cry, Junior Sister Meng will be in trouble." Xueyin persuaded his mother.

After saying this, Xue Yin hurriedly apologized to Meng Guiyi.

Mingming's mother had promised her that she would not cry when she saw Junior Sister Meng, nor would she scare Junior Sister Meng, she just wanted to see the child.

Seeing that Xue Yin was about to cry, Meng Guiyi sighed helplessly.

"I don't care about the previous things anymore, and this lady doesn't have to blame herself." Meng Guiyi said.

After all, this matter has nothing to do with the Xue family couple.

They also just tried to do what they could.

Although she is not very grateful to them, Meng Guiwen feels that at least standing here, she still needs to thank this lady for her kindness of childbirth and her kindness of not killing.

Madam Xue didn't want to cry at first, but she cried even more when she heard Meng Guiwen call her Madam.

This gave Meng Guiyi a headache.

Fortunately, I didn't inherit this crying personality. If I was so crying like this lady, I would have to despise myself.

Meng Guiwen waited for Mrs. Xue to cry, and when she was almost crying, Meng Guiwen sat down.

She found that her patience had improved a lot lately.

This is probably growth.

Meng Guiwen waited for Mrs. Xue to wipe away her tears, and when she looked at her again, she realized that Mrs. Xue was more gentle and beautiful than that portrait.

Her eyes were red because of crying, even though she was hundreds of years old, she looked like a mortal woman under 30 years old.

Sitting with Xueyin, she is more like Xueyin's sister.

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After Madam Xue calmed down, she stopped crying.

He also talked a lot with Meng Guiwen.

Even if she said twenty sentences, Meng Guiwen might not have said a single word, but it actually made Madam Xue feel much better.

Of course, what Meng Guiwen didn't expect was that although Mrs. Xue was crying hard, she didn't recognize herself.

After she asked Meng Guiwen some questions, she began to talk about her own affairs.

Speaking of her daughter, she said that at the beginning, someone took her daughter away, far away, and wanted her daughter to live an ordinary life.

But now she realizes that her daughter doesn't seem to be an ordinary person.

Meng Guiwen listened to Mrs. Xue's words, but did not speak.

But she knew that she was not thrown away.

But why is she by the Meng River?

No matter how talented she was, a child who was only a few days old would freeze to death in early winter.

Madam Xue saw that Meng Guiwen was silent, so of course she didn't force her too much.

It was only after she finished what she should have said that she got up.

"I'm sorry, I've talked so much with this fairy friend. It's just that my son said that he saw a child who looks like me. I just wanted to take a look. Since there is nothing else, I will go back first." Madam Xue spoke.

But Xueyin didn't keep her.

"Is Dad feeling better?" Xue Yin asked.

"Well, it's all right, you don't have to worry." Mrs. Xue said, and after saying this, she glanced at Meng Guiyi again.

Seeing that Meng Guiwen didn't look at her, she dared to look twice more. Seeing Meng Guiwen looking at her, she smiled awkwardly, then turned and left.

Meng Guiwen watched Mrs. Xue leave, but Xue Yin didn't see her off, so she couldn't help saying: "That's your mother, don't you want to see her off?"

When Xue Yin heard the words, she turned her head to look at Meng Guiwen: "Oh, yes."

After saying this, Xue Yin hurriedly stepped out the door.

But he seemed to think of something again, and turned around to La Menggui.

He dragged Meng Guiwen out of the inn just like that.

"Mom, we'll see you off."

Mrs. Xue was about to get on the spirit beast car when she suddenly heard her son's voice.

And there was that familiar yet unfamiliar aura to her, so she turned her head immediately.

Then they saw Meng Guiyi who was dragged by Xue Yin and ran out together.

Meng Guiwen was not embarrassed, she nodded slightly to Mrs. Xue.

And the tears that Mrs. Xue finally stopped bursting in an instant.

But it was too bad for the two children to see, so they got on the spirit beast car without looking back.

Sensing the master's will, the spirit beast flew out instantly and disappeared on the road.

Meng Guiwen looked at the disappearing spirit beast car, but was a little puzzled, she didn't do anything.

Why is Mrs. Xue crying again?

Thinking of this, Meng Guiwen turned around and wanted to go back, when he saw a food box beside him.

None just now.

Meng Guiwen stared at the food box, then shook off Xue Yin's hand, and squatted down to open it.

The food inside is still hot, and it's still very fragrant, it's all her favorite food.

Xueyin turned her head and saw Meng Guiwen squatting at the door of the inn looking at the food box. He knew the food box, and it was brought by his mother.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Meng Guiwen grabbing her mouth without even using chopsticks.

This made Xue Yin immediately take out a pair of chopsticks from her storage ring, and then took a handkerchief to wipe Meng Gui's hands.

"Use chopsticks to eat, don't grab with your hands, poor children who have not been taught to grasp with hands, you are not a poor child." Xue Yin helped Meng Guiwen wipe his hands clean, and then stuffed the chopsticks into Meng Guiwen's hands.

Hearing Xue Yin's words, Meng Guiwen couldn't help but said: "What you said just now is normal."

Xueyin thought that Meng Guiwen didn't hear clearly, so she said again: "Junior Sister Meng is not a poor child, everyone loves you very much, I can see that, so you have to eat with chopsticks and grab it with your hands to make it look like a waste It's a bad feeling, is Junior Sister Meng doing well?"

Simple words, pure concern, just an ordinary sentence, but it made the scene in front of Meng Guiyi stained with moisture.

A crystal clear teardrop rolled down from her eye socket.

The crying temperament seems to have been inherited.

What a nuisance!