not repeating the same mistakes for you

"Meng Han, are you really planning to just let them go?" Li Zhuo muttered, frowning.

For the Meng family, the departure of the ghost king is undoubtedly letting the tiger go back to the mountain.

Now that Young Master Meng is dead, the position of the main family of the Meng family will soon be exposed. If the Ghost Realm and other sects collude to attack, the Meng family will definitely be powerless to fight, and it is very likely that the family will be wiped out.

"Everyone has already left, so it's too late to talk about it now." Meng Han buried his head on Li Zhuo's neck and said lazily, "Do you regret it?"

"What do you regret?" Li Zhuo pressed his restless head, gradually loosened his frown, and said helplessly, "It's never the Meng family that I'm worried about."

Since he brought the man back, he claimed sick leave and resigned from all his duties. Meng Han has taken over the follow-up affairs of the ghost king. Now that the ghost king has disappeared suddenly and killed the young master, Meng Han must not be able to get rid of it. related.

I'm worried about you, idiot.

"I know." Meng Han wanted to sense what Li Zhuo was thinking, and suddenly smiled, "Go back and rest first, you are still 'sick'."

"then you……"

Li Zhuo wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Meng Han: "The owner of the family should send someone to pass me on in a while, and I have to deal with him."

As he said that, he took two steps back, and ordered to the disciple next to him: "Come here, send Master Li back to rest."

"Yes!" The two disciples got the order, and immediately stepped forward respectfully to lead the way for Li Zhuo, "My lord, please follow us back to rest."

Li Zhuo didn't move, and looked at Meng Han again, Meng Han didn't rush him, just stood there and looked at him with a smile.Li Zhuo pursed his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything more, turned around and left with the two disciples.

When Li Zhuo's figure completely disappeared from sight, Meng Han's face turned cold little by little.

With a whoosh, the sharp sword came out of its sheath, and pierced the throat of a disciple who was trying to slip out not far away, and the blood splashed and stained most of the wall red.

"Is there anyone else... want to report?" Meng Han asked with a smile, his tone was as chilling as ever, this is the Meng Han that the disciples of the Meng family are familiar with.

Although most of the disciples here listen to him, he does not rule out some people who have evil intentions, and he can't let these people do bad things.

These Meng family disciples themselves are not high in the Meng family, so they naturally understand what it means to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Now that there is a precedent, how dare they offend him, they worship him one after another.

Meng Han was quite satisfied with their performance, and ordered a few more sharply: "Forget everything that happened just now! If anyone dares to talk nonsense, this is the end, you know?"

"Yes!" The disciples present replied in unison, Meng Han had already said so much, they knew what to say and what not to say.

Randomly pulled out a sword from a disciple of the Meng family who was relatively close to him, and without hesitation, Meng Han stabbed at his right arm.

The blood immediately stained his sleeves red, but he didn't even frown, and made several stab wounds in other places. He didn't stop until it looked like he had survived a fierce battle and escaped from death. hands.

He raised a somewhat arrogant smile, and said casually: "Remember, this is left from fighting with the ghost king."

"What did you say? Say it again?" Meng Ci said angrily in the main hall of the Meng family.

He just sent his confidant to the prison to interrogate the ghost king, but the confidant came back alone not long after. Instead of bringing him, he brought back a bunch of news that he didn't like to hear.

Knowing that the Patriarch would be furious, that confidant's face was also very ugly. He stumbled for a long time before he found his voice, and said in a trembling voice: "Patriarch, that ghost king...he has already run away."

"Run away?!" Meng Ci yelled angrily, and His Highness immediately fell to his knees, and his confidant didn't dare to raise his head anymore, his face was sweating profusely.

I don't know how long the hall was quiet, but he continued to speak as if he had gathered up enough courage: "The young master was also...unfortunately killed."

In fact, he also went to the prison and found traces of fierce fighting, and asked several Meng family disciples to understand the situation.

Not only was Young Master Meng killed, but even his bones were not left behind.He thought about this sentence in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, he was afraid that if he said it, he would accompany the young master in secret.

Now no one in the hall dared to say anything, only a loud "bang" was heard, and the table in front of Meng Ci was split into two halves, and he said angrily, "Go! Call me Meng Han!" come over!"

"Yes!" The Meng family disciple who was pointed out immediately ran away with oil on his feet.

Not long after the messenger disciple ran out, Meng Han came. Seeing the deadly atmosphere in the hall, he knew that Meng Ci must have lost his temper.

He silently withdrew his searching gaze, calmly walked to the center of the hall, and slowly saluted: "Meng Han sees the Patriarch."

He suffered many injuries, and there was a big bloody gash on his right arm that he hadn't had time to deal with. His sleeves were soaked in blood, and for a while, there was only the sound of blood dripping onto the cold ground in the hall.

Meng Ci glanced at him, as if he didn't see his injury, but said coldly: "Meng Han, you are responsible for the matter of the ghost king."

As he said that, Meng Ci slowly walked down from the high platform, and slowly stood still in front of Meng Han. He put one hand on Meng Han's wound, bent slightly and said, "I need an explanation."

Being pressed down on the wound, Meng Han's half-kneeling body trembled imperceptibly, but his tone remained unchanged: "The ghost king's strength is unpredictable, and his subordinates have tried their best to strengthen the guards. Still miscalculated."

"As for the matter of the young master, the subordinates didn't know about it. Perhaps the young master happened to bump into the ghost king who was about to flee and wanted to help intercept him, so unfortunately he was killed... Patriarch please express his condolences."

"My condolences to Patriarch!" The other Meng family disciples in the hall echoed in unison.

Meng Han's answer was neither humble nor overbearing, and he didn't say a word about his injury. After the words fell, the hall fell into silence again...

In the end, it was Meng Ci who broke the silence: "Come here, pass on the order. The young master died, and the funeral banquet will be held for three days. In addition, the ghost king is wanted in the whole city. Anyone who opposes my Meng family will be killed!"

"Yes!" The disciples in the hall responded in unison.

After Meng Ci finished speaking, he took another look at Meng Han who was kneeling in the hall covered in injuries, and said coldly, "This time Meng Han made a big mistake because of his negligence, and he will be punished according to family law.

Meng Han had no objection to this, and echoed in a low voice: "Yes."

Hearing the answer, Meng Ci snorted coldly, and when he passed by Meng Han, he seemed to pause for a moment, and finally left straight away.

The disciples gradually dispersed, and the confidant saw that Meng Han was still maintaining the posture just now, so he stepped forward and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, don't bother you." Meng Han opened his eyes and replied in a nonsensical manner. With the help of a disciple he brought, he reluctantly got up.

That confidant knew that he was not welcome, so he didn't say anything, and left silently.

"My lord, what should I do now?" The disciple asked very worriedly, he was being punished and put in confinement, how could his lord withstand such a toss?

Meng Han didn't care much: "Let's go, help me go back first."

On the other hand, Bai Luo and Su Yao finally returned to Shen's mansion. When they arrived at the mansion, the mansion was full of brats.

"Wooah! It's the third day that His Highness and Madam are away, I miss them, miss them, miss them."

"Wuwuwu, are your highness and madam alright? Will they not be able to come back?" A little ghost hesitated to express his worries, but was immediately yelled back by the other little ghosts.

"Shut up, don't say such things!" However, after all the little devils yelled, they seemed to have been stabbed in the wound, and they cried and howled sadly, "Woooooo..."

The little ghosts were wailing non-stop, but because of their physique, they couldn't squeeze a single tear from their eyes. If others saw it, they would probably be dumbfounded.

But the Shen family who had been harassed for several days couldn't laugh. They just felt a splitting headache and wanted to let the brats stop and rest and cry for them.

So when Su Yao and Bai Luo appeared, everyone seemed to see a savior.

"His Royal Highness is back! Madam is back too!" I don't know which kid yelled first, but all the cries of the kid stopped in a tacit understanding.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty!" "Ma'am, Ma'am!" The little ghosts shouted excitedly, rushing forward, trying their best to bow on the two of them.

These brats were not big in size, but they were also quite heavy. Bai Luo was frightened by their enthusiasm and almost lost his footing.

With a blank expression on his face, Su Yao picked up a kid who was struggling to get into Bai Luo's arms, and held down another kid who was trying to jump from his shoulder to Bai Luo, and said in a cold voice: "Everyone Get down and stand up for me."

The Ghost King's words are effective, and as soon as Su Yao finished speaking, the little ghosts had already slid down and stood in line, making Bai Luo dumbfounded for a while.

I haven't seen him for a few days. To be honest, he still misses these cute little ghosts.

Seeing that the little ghosts were all honest, Su Yao began to lecture: "Don't bother your wife, he needs to rest now, understand?"

"Understood!" Hearing the words, the little devils didn't dare to make trouble anymore, and they all showed worry, as if they had fallen off one by one.

"It's fine, don't worry too much." Bai Luo comforted them with some amusement as he watched their emotions change so quickly.

Su Yao didn't say it before, but it doesn't mean he forgot about it. After sending the little devils to do their work, the two returned to the mode of being alone again.

Su Yao brought Bai Luo into the room, locked the doors and windows one by one, and said softly, "Ah Luo, take off your shirt, I'll help you apply the medicine."

Bai Luo's previous blood-stained clothes had already been changed on the way. Although the wound had been treated briefly, Su Yao was still not at ease and decided to apply some medicine to the wound.

"Cough..." Although it is a serious matter to look at the medicine, when Su Yao said this, he still unconsciously looked away.

"Take off... take off your clothes?" Hearing this, Bai Luo blushed. Although he knew that Su Yao had no other intentions, he still couldn't help being a little shy.

It's not a solution for the wound to remain like this, anyway, they are now... that kind of relationship, look at it and there will be no less meat!

After convincing himself in his heart, Bai Luo finally gave up struggling and began to take off slowly.

As the clothes on his upper body were taken off one by one, the wounds on Bai Luo's body were gradually revealed. His skin was already fair, and the scarlet scars on his body looked very ferocious.

Su Yao stared deeply at the injury on Bai Luo's back, the emotions in his eyes were dim and difficult to discern.

He always seems to be unable to do well in protecting Arlo from being easily injured.

The place exposed outside was a bit cold, seeing that Su Yao hadn't moved for a long time, Bai Luo was about to urge him, when suddenly a warm feeling came from his back.

Bai Luo's body trembled slightly, and he tried his best not to exclaim out loud.

Su Yao was actually kissing his scar.

The author has something to say: Su Yao: I suddenly feel that letting Meng Hefeng die like this is still a bit cheap for him.