Meng Fei knelt on the ground. Seeing his solemn expression, he couldn't bear it, but he was really helpless. He hurriedly said: "My nephew made a mistake with his words and deserves death. Please punish me severely!"

Meng Gulong sighed slightly, shook his head, stretched out his hand to help Meng Fei up, and sighed: "Good boy, stop talking like that, get up and talk." He looked at Meng Fei's star-like eyes, straightened his clothes, and looked at him.

He showed infinite affection and said softly: "Good boy, my uncle is also very happy to see that you are so strong-willed."

Just thinking that I was destined to miss this son in my life, I couldn't help but shed tears.

Meng Fei originally thought that Meng Gulong only wanted to accept him as his son on a whim. When he saw tears streaming down his face, he couldn't help but feel shocked and thought: "He accepted me as his adopted son not only for the Meng family... He is...

You are really kind to me!"

Although Meng Fei is young, he has suffered many hardships in his career as a killer, and he has suffered too much from the indifference and contempt of the world.

No matter whether the young man practiced hard in the desert or became a murderer after entering the city, he never saw anyone shed a tear for him. Seeing how Meng Gulong treated him, Meng Fei was deeply moved and said in a trembling voice: "Uncle, I...

I……"

Unable to hold back tears, I bowed again.

Meng Gulong was happy when he saw his true feelings. He stretched out his hand to support Meng Fei and said, "My child, stop doing this. We are destined to meet each other. You and my son are brothers with different surnames. Why do you care about the same surname? Uncle likes you.

Your body, temperament and talent, when you are free in the future, you should come and see me!"

Meng Fei's tears fell and he choked up and said: "Uncle, please rest assured that my eldest brother's future achievements will definitely not be lower than mine. The Meng family will definitely grow in my eldest brother's hands."

Meng Gulong stroked Meng Fei's hair and whispered: "Silly boy, do you still want to lie to me? If it weren't for you, how could my son have achieved what he has today? Alas, I don't expect much, as long as my son is 100% as good as you

If I succeed, that will be the greatest comfort in my life." His words were full of sincere care.

At this time, Meng Fei no longer knew what to say, so he had no choice but to throw himself on the ground, bowed once more, and then slowly retreated into the darkness, formally bidding farewell to the fictional identity of "the masked boy".

The night is quiet and quiet, and the evening breeze rises slowly.

Looking at the figure melting into the night, Mr. Meng felt a little sad, but if his son could achieve such an achievement, he would be able to feel great comfort in his life...

The early morning sun shines in through the window and shines on the young man who is practicing cross-legged on the bed...

"Huh..." After sitting quietly for a long time, Meng Fei took a long breath. A stream of pale white air visible to the naked eye flowed through his mouth and nose and poured into his body, warming and nourishing his bones.

His eyes suddenly opened, and a white light flashed across them. Meng Fei stretched out slowly, his face full of fascination and intoxication: "The Secret of Ten Thousand Beasts is indeed a peerless technique for cultivating brute force. Every time you practice, there are

With different perceptions, it is also time to find the cultivation method of true power and the power of time."

He slowly climbed out of bed, stretched his muscles, and then changed his clothes. Qin Er's unique footsteps came from outside the door.
Chapter completed!