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Chapter 239 Chapter 239: Qi Spitting Blood (8)

The friend calmed his eyes, and approached gently to persuade, "Meng Jun keeps on, and the grief will change smoothly. It's not too sad."

However, the pain of bereavement of middle-aged people, where can this soothing tragedy be soothing?

Meng Zhan held her hands on the edge of the coffin, and her fingers trembled with the naked eye, because her fingers became too pale because she was too hard.

Watching his blue veins violently and his dull face, his friends stopped talking and just sighed softly and stepped aside.

Obviously, what Meng Zhan needs now is not the soothing comfort of others, but a quiet space that can keep him alone and calm down the sudden shock ... However, Meng Zhan obviously does not want to be quiet, he Just want to figure out the death of Mencius.

His good son, although there are such small faults, but a small mistake, but what about it?

Since the founding of the former dynasty, Meng's has been extremely prominent. Today, the family has a great career and can completely help Meng Yue take care of everything.

I had known that this kind of thing would happen when he was sent to Shangjing to avoid the wind, and he should bear the pressure and protect him under the wings.

It's okay now, even when he was young, he went to Huangquan Road, and let his father send white hair to the black hair!

Meng Zhan is a man, after all, stronger than the crying Ai Yun beside him.

After vomiting blood several times, the hatred-headed head barely managed to get back some sense.

"Bring people up ... I'd like to ask ... Which one is so brave and dare to be so cruel to your uncle!"

After finishing speaking, Meng Zhan even got red eyes in a dysfunctional state, his forehead was blue and violent, and where was the former rude and gentle demeanor, where he was twenty years old, his friends on the side were neither walking nor staying, Can only calm his face and reduce his sense of existence.

After a while, the scumbag had fallen to his knees before Meng's coffin, and a stubble face was covered with tears.

"The man who killed Erlang Jun was the thief Meng Hun! He, he ... he cheated the master ..."

He was disturbed from the head, fearing to haunt his brain, as if Meng Zhan would stand up and pull out his sword to cut off his head.

Meng Zhan chuckled coldly, and it looked ruthless and sullen. "Speak! Tsai carefully! Meng Hun ... haha ​​..."

My friend looked at it, and my heart was a little stunned. This was the first time I saw Meng Zhan's expression other than his smiling expression. He was sullen and uncomfortable to look at ... but considering that the other person just lost his beloved son, such a performance It doesn't count.

I clenched my fist secretly from the collar. Can this little life be kept? It all depends on this time.

Brewing good mood, I talked out from the leader will brew more than a month of rhetoric, and strive to focus on Meng Hun's treacherous, rendering the scene when the body was found, portraying himself faithfully, but the enemy is cunning and can only recapture Meng Badger's body.

"... Master, you must be the master of Erlang!" 扈 From the head wolf crouched on the ground and wept bitterly, sizzling across the ground. If this is the case, Meng Zhan has not kicked his chest, but at this time he can brush his emotions. Points, allowing him to save his life smoothly, "... subordinates just grabbed back Erlangjun's body, and found that Erlangjun, he ... he was killed by blood and blood ..."

As soon as this word came out, Meng Zhan's heart was in pain again, his right hand clutched the clothes on the left chest tightly, his teeth closed and his lips turned blue.

Seeing that he was going to breathe in a convulsion, he did not expect Meng Zhan to calm down with extraordinary perseverance, his eyes were extremely cold.

"You said ... Erlang Jun was killed by blood from Meng Hun?"

These words, he almost squeezed out his teeth.

No wonder, Ms. Er's body will look like that pair of bruises, and even though part of it is rotten, the body is indeed weirder than normal people.

"Yes!" I nodded hard from the boss, tears shed without money, "My subordinate cares for Erlang Jun is not good. Please ask my master to allow his subordinates to take revenge ... When the vengeance is reported, the subordinates must arbitrarily decide to go underground. It must be good to protect Erlang Jun ... "

Meng Zhan's chest was undulating, and Ai Yi aside had already supported him familiarly, raising his hand to give him gas.

After a long time, it was a long time for the uncle to think that he would die this time, and Meng Zhan's cold and proud voice came to his ears, which was undoubtedly an amnesty!

"Avoid ... you have such loyalty, if you know what I'm doing, I'll be glad ..."

Meng Zhan said this unwillingly and reluctantly, and the corner of his eyes fell on the friend, stiffly saying, "Menger's revenge must be reported! My grandmother Meng, Cangzhou Meng's name, what a mess A thief can be humiliated! Don't kill this person, and swore no one! "

At this moment, it seemed that the chief was thinking of something from the boss, and felt that the flame of hatred by Meng Zhan could still burn more vigorously.

He is also a subordinate of Meng Zhan. He knows that this man is a man. At this time, he can barely calm down and spare his death. It is nothing more than worrying about the presence of outsiders. It is inconvenient to completely expose his nature ... After the friend's condolence leaves, he is afraid Will be fierce.

Therefore, I played a heart from the head.

With a sad expression, he took a blue coarse cloth from his arms and untied it.

Meng Zhan took a deep breath, reluctantly calmed himself, and asked him, "What is this?"

He replied from the leader, "This is the proof that the thief humiliated Meng and fooled his subordinates ..."

Meng Zhan grabbed it and looked at each roll of coarse cloth carefully. The more he looked, the more trembling his hands became.

Until the end, he unfolded the largest piece of coarse cloth, with the words of Long Fei Feng Wu written in blood. Now it has solidified and darkened, exuding a smoky stench. Meng Zhan's love is trying to come forward to see what happened The stench faded.

[Those who do not believe, Meng Shichai also ...]

Upon seeing this opening, Meng Zhan only felt that his cheeks were blue, as if someone had slapped him fiercely.

[... Meng wants to use Meng as a raft to insult my wife and daughter, so that they will be ashamed after death ...]

Meng Zhan's heart stunned and couldn't believe that Meng Hun's brain was able to see through the true purpose of his move.

His hands spread out were still shaking, and he continued to watch.

[... you want to do the first day, don't blame Mengmou for fifteen. How could Meng Xuan be dead ...]

Meng Zhan's heart burst into pain, her forehead was soaring, her head was sore, and the world seemed to be shaking.

puff--

Another spit of blood spit out, and in the panic of everyone's panic, Meng Zhan's face fell to the ground softly, and the coarse cloth was unable to land.

In just one day, he vomited blood several times.

Injury at the root, life is not long.

A friend approached and held Meng Zhan's paralyzed body, and his voice gently asked his subordinates to ask a medical officer to transfer Meng Zhan to the room.

_ (: з 」∠) _ Although he vomited a lot of blood, it was not so easy to die, his life was fatal.

(End of this chapter)