Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

Wen Rulan fell asleep depressed. When he saw the intact man in his dream, he was still depressed.

"Why are you so sad?" Mr. Mengze looked strange. Didn't he already deal with the Taoist priest?

Could it be...

"Have you eaten bitter melon?" He looked as if he thought he had guessed the correct answer.

Wen Rulan: "..."

What is this? Because of this nonsensical question, the expression on his face changed from gloomy to speechless.

"Haha." Mengzejun laughed when his plan succeeded.

But soon, the sullenness that had just faded from Wen Rulan's face reappeared. Not only that, he also let out a long sigh.

Mr. Mengze couldn't help but restrained his smile and became a little more serious. Although he was still not too serious in his heart. After all, the problems that would trouble this child were basically trivial matters in his eyes, but at least he pretended. Very serious.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

After the other party was finally willing to listen to her carefully, Wen Rulan was finally willing to speak: "My father and the others invited some eminent monk, who said he was very powerful."

Are you so depressed about such trivial things? Mr. Mengze knew the reason, but he didn't take it to heart at all. He replied casually: "Okay, I understand, just let them invite you. Let's go to the beach today!"

With that said, he was ready to take Wen Rulan away.

Wen Rulan understood as soon as she saw this reaction. The man didn't take his words seriously. He wanted to get angry and leave it alone, but he had already been angry once, so he understood that he couldn't really ignore it.

He used both hands to pull back hard, trying to stop the man's footsteps.

Of course, this cannot be stopped. Even if he uses all his strength, it can be ignored for a tall adult like Meng Zejun.

However, after he expressed such a strong willingness to resist, Mr. Mengze did not force him anymore and stopped. He looked down at Wen Rulan.

Wen Rulan also looked up at Mr. Mengze. He tried hard to keep a straight face and turned his childish face into a serious one. He said in a calm voice: "It's really amazing. I've heard about that eminent monk on TV. His name is the abbot of Huguo Temple."

"So what?" Mengzejun raised his eyebrows: "Do you have a little misunderstanding about my strength?"

"Or..." He touched his chin, wondering if it was because he was so handsome that he didn't look intimidating?

He snapped his fingers, and the handsome man disappeared after the snap of his fingers, replaced by a majestic beast with a long white mane that looked like a tiger and a lion.

This strange beast is four to five meters tall just sitting on the ground, and its claws are bigger than Wen Rulan's. When you open your mouth, those sharp teeth seem to be able to bite through hard bones with just one bite.

"Doesn't this make it look stronger?" When the strange beast opened its mouth to speak, it was a familiar male voice.

Wen Rulan subconsciously took a step back. Although she knew that this strange beast was a man, she found it difficult to accept it psychologically.

Laughter burst out from the beast's mouth. Mengzejun was very satisfied with the current effect. He clapped his paws and changed back to his original human form.

"You should feel at ease now, right?"

Wen Rulan lowered his head. He did not express denial, but this obviously did not mean peace of mind.

Mengzejun waited patiently, waiting for Wen Rulan to express his uneasiness.

After a long silence, Wen Rulan whispered: "But there are many of them..."

"...many, many, many." He repeated, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.

But Mr. Mengze still heard it, and he understood it. The key to Wen Rulan's uneasiness is that he knows that his father will not give up. If a Taoist priest can't do it, then he will invite another eminent monk. If the eminent monk can't do it, then he will continue to invite him. Anyway, the Wen family has money.

Two fists are no match for four. No matter how strong Mr. Mengze is, he cannot withstand the siege of so many people. Wen Rulan was worried that sooner or later he would be defeated, and once defeated, those people would kill him.

However, Wen Rulan's uneasy understanding had a key error. He felt that Mengzejun was a monster, and a very powerful monster at that.

But Mr. Mengze is not. His strength has never been on the same level as those of monks and Taoists. Ants may be able to kill an elephant by relying on their numbers, but can they bite through the sky?

Obviously he had told Wen Rulan his identity, but the unlucky child just refused to believe it... In this regard, Mengze Jun was also helpless. He couldn't understand why the fact that he was a god was so difficult. Confidence.

How is he not like God?

I really can’t understand it!

But if you want to convince a person who has fallen into a misunderstanding and gone deeper and deeper, it may be difficult to succeed with words alone. Mengzejun decided to use actions to prove what he is.

Since Wen Rulan was not in the mood to play, Mengzejun temporarily put aside his planned activities and took Wen Rulan back to sleep. Although playing in a dream will not make your body feel tired, if you keep playing, your energy will feel a little low.

Mengzejun will not be in trouble, after all, he is not a mortal, but Wen Rulan is, and he is just a child whose body is still developing. After playing for so many days, it is okay for Wen Rulan to go back and sleep for a few days to recuperate. good.

After coaxing the worried child to sleep, he put his palm on Wen Rulan's forehead and used his gentle divine power to dispel the nightmares that haunted her.

However, this treats the symptoms rather than the root cause. He can dispel these nightmares, but Wen Rulan's nightmares were born from himself. As long as Mengzejun leaves, those nightmares will come back.

Just like this gray dream, the power that makes up this dream is dark and depressing. This is Wen Rulan's true heart.

After getting along for a few days, Wen Rulan had changed a lot. At least when she was in front of him, she became real and even became as angry as a child.

But it was too short after all. Those dark and depressing powers had been accumulating for several years, and they were increasing every minute and every second since Wen Rulan could remember.

Over time, it has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and it is not easy to eliminate it.

But Mr. Mengze has a lot of time, and time is the most useless thing to him. He has enough time and patience to resolve the child's hatred and prevent Wen Rulan from degenerating into a nightmare.

He looked up at this gray dreamland, waiting for the day when the color would return.

After a night, Wen Rulan woke up.

The Wen family was empty, much more deserted than yesterday. Not only the owner of the house left, but many servants also took temporary leave because of fear of evil spirits. There were only a few people left in the entire Wen residence, and Wen Rulan was one of them.

He enjoyed the tranquility, but he was always worried that the Taoist monks invited by Father Wen would appear outside the door.

Fortunately, the journey also takes time, and those people did not come today. It was a quiet and ordinary day. After Wen Rulan fell asleep, she said hello to the man in her dream. Without saying a few words, the man drove him off to bed.

The next two days were the same, quiet and ordinary, but on the third day, the person invited by Father Wen finally arrived.

He is not a monk, but still a Taoist priest. The Taoist priest's dress is not the same as that of Taoist Zhang from last time. He is probably from a different sect.

Today was the weekend, so Wen Rulan didn't go to school. When Wen's father invited the Taoist priest into the house to cast spells, he secretly watched from the side.

This time, the Taoist priest was not particular about shielding others when casting spells, and Wen Rulan witnessed the Taoist priest's failure with his own eyes.

After the Taoist priest walked around the house, he did not stop in the master bedroom, but stopped in the living room.

Generally speaking, Taoist Zhang said that the evil spirit was in the master bedroom, which was actually not true, because Wen’s father, Wen’s mother, and Wen Hongyan still had nightmares every night after they moved out of this house. They hadn’t seen each other for a few days, and Wen’s father had lost weight. Young Master, Wen Rulan almost didn't recognize that this was his father who was always dignified and decent.

The new Taoist priest also knows this, but if it's not in the master bedroom, might it be in some of the accessories worn by the Wen family?

No, he had searched it all and came to this ancestral house after searching and not finding it.

But after searching the ancestral house, nothing was found. Even as experienced as he was, he couldn't figure out where the evil spirit was hiding.

The Taoist priest stroked his beard and thought for a while, and finally decided to sit cross-legged in the living room, not meditating, but sleeping. Since this evil spirit could make up nightmares, it must have some connection with dreams. He wanted to meet this evil spirit in person in the dream.

He was still holding magic swords and talismans in his hands when he slept, each of which was of the highest quality that was hard to find. Even if this evil spirit had a thousand years of experience, he would definitely not be his opponent. He went to sleep after being fully prepared.

Father Wen knew how powerful this Taoist priest was and how valuable these magic tools and talismans were. He rubbed his hands beside him, opened his eyes with heavy dark circles, and looked at him nervously and expectantly.

Wen Rulan, who was hiding next to him, was also watching, equally nervous and equally looking forward to it.

It's just that the tension and expectations of father and son are not the same. When he saw the talisman and magic sword in the Taoist priest's hand light up, Wen's father's eyes lit up, which meant that the Taoist priest and the evil spirit were at war.

Wen Rulan tensed the wall nervously, but soon, his and Wen's father's reactions were reversed. Because those talismans spontaneously ignited for no reason after being lit up, and the magic sword broke into two pieces out of thin air. The Taoist priest suddenly opened his eyes and gasped in shock.

This kind of performance proved the result. Father Wen's face turned gloomy, and Wen Rulan almost laughed out of joy. He finally held it in and didn't make a sound.

But his happiness did not last long, because as he thought, the Taoist priest left and a new one came.

The Wen family seemed to have become some sort of gathering of metaphysics. In the following period, masters of metaphysics from various sects came to wander around. In addition to Taoist priests and monks, there were also goddesses, Miao girls, and even wizards from Southeast Asia. Father Wen all I asked them again, but they all ended up with the same outcome. This evil spirit that never left a trace was incredibly powerful, and their spells were actually vulnerable to each other.

Forget it, he hasn't even seen the other person's face, and he still doesn't know who the other person is and what his background is.

Wen Rulan's heart also changed from nervousness at the beginning to casualness. He found that this monster was stronger than he thought, and so many people couldn't do anything against him.

He no longer worried about the other party's safety until the arrival of the eminent monk.

It was the abbot of Baoguo Temple that Father Wen had wanted to invite for a long time. Baoguo Temple, just by hearing the name, you will know that this temple has a great background. It has been dedicated to serving the emperor in all dynasties.

Those who can become the abbot of Baoguo Temple are truly enlightened monks in every generation, and this one is no exception. Even if Wen's father has money and connections, he cannot be easily hired.

However, after so many masters of mystical arts had failed, the Wen family's affairs had become a well-known news in the mystical circle. After the abbot of Baoguo Temple heard about it, he finally couldn't bear the evil spirit and continued to harm people, so he took action himself.

The method he chose was similar to that of most people before him, which was to meet the other person in his dream for a while.

He was sitting cross-legged and meditating in the Wen family's living room, his brows soft and gentle, as peaceful as the Buddha statues enshrined in the temple. He didn't bring any magical tools or talismans, only twisting a string of Buddhist beads with his hands.

He said the Buddha's name and closed his eyes.

He fell asleep and slept for more than an hour.

It was a long hour. Both Wen's father and Wen Rulan were extremely nervous. The former was nervous. If the abbot of Baoguo Temple couldn't get rid of this evil spirit, the Wen family might be doomed. The latter is nervous, what if his monster can't defeat this monk...

However, the monk showed no signs of behavior when he fell asleep. He just twisted his beads. He was neither sad nor happy, nor scared nor scared. He had no idea what was going on in his dream.

Being ignorant of the situation can easily lead to bad associations. Wen Rulan was so anxious that she almost wanted to wake up the monk regardless, but before he could do so, the monk woke up first.

He was still peaceful when he woke up, but not as peaceful as before. Despite his temperament, what he saw this time... also shocked him quite a bit.

"Master, how's it going?" Father Wen stepped forward eagerly and asked about the result.

Wen Rulan was also nervously waiting for the results.

The monk looked at Father Wen and Wen Rulan who was hiding in the corner unnoticed. He sighed, clasped his hands together and said, "There is nothing the poor monk can do."

Wen Rulan was ecstatic, while Father Wen was sluggish, sluggish in disbelief.

After being stunned, he suddenly came to his senses, grabbed the monk's robe and begged: "Master, no matter how much money you have or how much work you do, I hope you can save me, my wife and my children!"

The monk looked at the haggard father Wen who had sunken eyes and was tortured by nightmares. He felt a little unbearable, but there was really nothing he could do.

He pointed out a clear path for Father Wen: "Donor, what troubles your family of three is not evil, and no one in this world can help you resolve it."

"The only solution is to do more good deeds and be kind to..." The monk glanced at Wen Rulan: "My family."

Wen Rulan was stunned for a moment, but Wen's father did not notice the direction where the monk was looking. He was only thinking about the monk's words. Before he could understand the meaning, the monk had already walked away.

Father Wen hurriedly chased after him again, shouting "Master, stay here", but the monk did not stop and walked straight away.

Wen Rulan stood there blankly, thinking about the monk's words.

Not evil...?

Could it be that...that man...is really a god?

The author has something to say: Don’t ask why there are animal forms, ask just that I like furry animals.

Of course, I also like slippery.

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