Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

"Wow! Big brother, your flowers are blooming too!" Pingping didn't think too much. She didn't notice Meng Xing's daze. She only 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 eyes with Pingping, and asked seriously: "Where did this flower come from?"

"The eldest brother gave it to me!" After Pingping finished speaking, she remembered that she had two eldest brothers. She quickly corrected: "It's not you, it's the other eldest brother!"

She danced and gestured to Meng Xing about what another big brother looked like: "Wearing black clothes and a hat, I feel very scary, like a bad guy in a cartoon."

She then described how she met the other person: "I didn't finish planting the flowers yesterday, so I got up very early in the morning, so I planted some more. Then this big brother in black clothes passed by on the street, and he stopped to look at me. , asked me what I was doing.”

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

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

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

Pingping clenched her little fist and demonstrated: "He held the seed in his hand, then opened his hand again, and the seed sprouted!"

Meng Xing did not listen anymore. Hearing this was enough. Pingping's description had proved that the other party did use external power to force the flower seeds to bloom in the extremely cold ice and snow. It also proved that the other party had the ability to change. The power of dream rules.

The black clothes with a hood were exactly the same as Wu Jin's outfit that Meng Xing had seen a few days ago. Coupled with the power to change the rules of dreams, it was impossible for anyone else to be there. Meng Xing asked eagerly: "Yes How long ago? Where has he been?"

"Well..." Pingping bit her finger and recalled, "Not long ago, he seemed to have gone in that direction."

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

He had been searching for so long and finally had clues about Wu Jin, so of course he couldn't let them go.

Meng Xing walked on the street for a while, paying attention to the crowds along the way, looking for any man wearing black clothes and a hood.

His luck finally got better and he was actually found. He saw the familiar figure from a distance and quickly followed him.

He did not rush forward to intercept the opponent. He planned to follow him secretly to see what Wu Jin wanted to do.

He saw that Wu Jin's footsteps were not hurried, but were walking at a gentle pace, like most of the aimless people on the street, who seemed to be just wandering around casually.

But suddenly, he turned into an alley on the side of the street. Meng Xing suddenly lost sight of the other party and trotted a few steps before chasing him into the alley.

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

The alleyway had 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 footsteps suddenly disappeared. Meng woke up and reached the alleyway before the footsteps disappeared, which was a dead end.

He looked at the wall blocking the road in front of him, and it seemed as if it suddenly evaporated, and the man disappeared here.

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

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

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

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

But it was a very determined tone.

Now that he had been discovered, Meng Xing simply got straight to the point. He called him by his name: "Wu Jin."

He wanted to continue talking and ask the other party about the purpose of his entanglement, but after hearing the name, the man repeated it with some confusion: "Wu Jin?"

The tone was unfamiliar, as if he was talking about another person.

But he was clearly Wu Jin himself. They were so similar that Meng Xing would never admit his mistake.

Meng Xing's determination lasted until the man reached out and took off his hood, and indeed, as Meng Xing expected, he revealed a face that was almost the same as Wu Jin's.

But they are just almost the same, they are not exactly the same.

Like the outline of the facial features, although they are equally handsome, Wujin is softer and kinder, while the man in front of him is more cold and tough, more heroic, and the corners of his lips are not as naturally raised as Wujin, as if Always smiling, the man appears 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, as bright as the scorching sun before it fades.

The sum of these little differences forced Meng Xing to admit that he might have mistakenly recognized the wrong person.

This person is very similar to Wu Jin, but he is not Wu Jin.

"I'm not Wujin." The man also denied this. In a low voice, he announced his name: "My name is Feng Ye."

"Feng Ye..." Meng Xing read the name. He was a little confused because he didn't recognize 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 knew, there was only one god in the world who was born from the same source as Wujin and whose power was very similar.

"You are the God of War...Yinglong?!" Meng Xing called out this name in shock.

Feng Ye did not deny it. He looked at Meng Xing quietly. When Meng Xing was looking at him, he was also looking at Meng Xing.

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 filled with turmoil. He was no stranger to the battle cry, and he also knew how powerful this great god was.

He personally used Yinglong's divine power copied by the system, and also picked up the indestructible divine sword. He also knew that although Yinglong also used the power of resentment, he was not as evil as Wujin. He was an orthodox god recognized by heaven.

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

And Wen Rulan was hunted by heaven and destined to die at the doomsday on August 8th. What was Yinglong doing when he suddenly came to this dreamland?

Meng Xing did not let down his guard because of the other party's identity, he still tensed up his body vigilantly.

Feng Ye saw Meng Xing's caution in his eyes and remained calm. After a moment, he spoke again: "Do you know me?"

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

"This is Mr. Mengze's dream. It would be too presumptuous of you to come here uninvited." Meng Xing's tone suddenly became a little rude.

He originally just wanted to test something, but somehow it turned into an unceremonious question, as if the owner 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 how he used his magical power to make flowers bloom in the ice and snow for a little girl he had never met before. He came over rashly and apologized: "I was rude."

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

Meng Xing was stunned when he heard this. What kind of answer is this?

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

He looked at the snow covering the buildings and roads, and murmured with some confusion: "This dream is full of despair..."

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

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

There was no basis, but Meng Xing knew that Feng Ye was right... Mengyu shouldn't be like this.

Dreams are illusory and beautiful. Dreams often carry things that people cannot do in reality and desires that cannot be achieved. They should be the last hope in people's hearts and 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 did become so cold, and Feng Ye could only think of one answer.

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

"Because..." Meng Xing was a little distracted because of Feng Ye's previous words, so he subconsciously answered.

But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly reacted: "You have recognized the wrong person, I am not Mengze-kun."

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

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

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

"My name is Meng Xing, I..." Meng Xing faltered. He didn't know how to explain his identity as a gamer.

But Feng Ye spoke again: "Are you the person outside the dream?"

"...So be it." Meng Xing replied.

Feng Ye didn't ask further. He suddenly looked up and stretched out his hand, palm upward, as if to catch something.

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

Not a wild snowstorm, just a sporadic flurry.

This is not surprising. With such low temperatures, such light snow can come at any time, and the closer to the end, the more frequent the snow will come.

Feng Ye felt the snowflakes melting in the palm of his hand, and the coldness swallowed up the temperature of his body, just like despair eating away at this dream. He suddenly turned around and left the alley.

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

Feng Ye didn't look back, nor did he stop, leaving only an unclear answer: "I want to find an answer."

What answer are you looking for?

Meng Xing didn't know it. He stood there in a daze for a long time. It wasn't until the sparse snow fell all over his shoulders that he came back to his senses.

There was no one at the entrance of the alley, 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 to the door of the mother and daughter's home, but only saw empty buildings.

Only then did Meng Xing notice the dim sky. It turned out that it was already so late.

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

Meng Xing originally wanted to say goodbye one last time, but in the end he didn't have time.

There are many things in life that are not in time, and some things can be made up for later, but Meng Xing knows that he will never have another chance, and this is destined to be a journey without return.

He stopped and looked in the direction leaving the city, which was also the direction most people on the street walked. The evening of August 8 was the last deadline issued by the government for people without tickets to leave. These people left their homes 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. Everything is probably related to 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 located.

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

"Stop!" Someone suddenly called out to Meng Xing.

It was a man in military uniform, and there was more than one of him. There was also a team of colleagues in military uniforms beside him, who were forcibly expelling some residents who refused to leave and did not have tickets.

Meng Xing was not walking in the direction he left, so it naturally caught his attention immediately, and he stepped forward to check his identity.

Meng Xing was stunned for a moment. After realizing the other party's intention, 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 forgery 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 he just had to wait for a while.

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

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

Naturally, the military people would not agree. They had received orders to die, and they must not leave people without tickets.

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

But these people were ruthless and knew that leaving would mean death, so the two parties 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 turn to help suppress the riot.

But soon, they were subdued by another team of soldiers who came for support. Their arms were twisted and they were pinned to the snow, unable to move.

The officer also had his hands free again. After confirming that Meng Xing's identity was correct, he personally handed the phone back to Meng Xing and gave him an identity tag that had been checked. After that, Meng Xing could travel unimpeded in the city.

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

It was at this glance that he accidentally discovered an acquaintance.

The man also recognized Meng Xing. He had been staring at Meng Xing for a long time. Compared with the ordinary people who were forcibly suppressed, Meng Xing, who was treated politely by the military, stood out.

In fact, he had long felt that Meng Xing looked familiar, but he never dared to confirm it. Until this time when they looked at each other inadvertently, he realized from Meng Xing's eyes that this was that person, the one he met in the tavern, drunk. After drinking, he dared to go out in a snowstorm wearing single clothes 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 gave his speech, Meng Xing was sitting at the table next to him. He was very sure that Meng Xing did not have a ticket and the text message he received at that time was blank.

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

"Why do you have tickets?!" The man in the leather jacket had already been subdued, but he suddenly started struggling at this moment, as if he was crazy. His strength was so strong that he was overturned and pinned on him. of soldiers.

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

He ran towards Meng Xing, his not-so-tall figure showed a terrifying momentum like an avalanche, and Meng Xing froze on the spot.

He was stunned. He didn't react when Leather Jacket broke free from his restraints and ran toward him. He still didn't react when Leather Jacket ran a few meters in front of him and was crushed again by the soldiers who were chasing after him.

After a while, the commotion slowly subsided, and Meng Xing's eyes finally turned downwards.

He looked at the man who was pressed on the ice and snow, staring at him with blood-red eyes, and looked at the questions that reached into his soul in those eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

"Why do you have tickets?!"

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