It was not until midnight that Mengmeng heard a slight noise under the boulder.

He quickly flew down from the tree and pushed away the huge boulder with his head.

It only saw Wu Yong, who was exhausted and sweating profusely, staggering up the steps. He didn't see his junior brother, and it felt anxious.

He flapped his wings and flew in, shouting as he flew: "Master, where is junior brother? How is junior brother?"

After getting along for a short time, Mengmeng already recognized Liu Xianglian's identity.

Whether human nature is good or bad, these natural spirits born in the earth are the most sensitive. Who is malicious, who is murderous, and who is kind, their perception is a hundred times more sensitive than humans.

"Don't!"

Wu Yong exclaimed, and Mengmeng fell into his arms.

Plop!

Wu Yong was knocked down by Mengmeng's plump body, and he was about to roll down the stairs into a rolling gourd. Mengmeng stretched out a wing to protect Wu Yong!

They stuck, jingled, and jingled, sparking sparks from the friction of gold and stone, only to be able to stop one person and one bird.

"Ah, I'm so scared! Old Zamao, why are you so weak..."

Mengmeng tilted her head and stared at Wu Yong without blinking.

Wu Yong was so angry that he punched Mengmeng's head lightly. It wasn't that he didn't want to use force, it was because Mengmeng's head was harder than steel and he didn't want to ask for trouble.

Holding on to his old waist, he stood up after a long while and said angrily: "All my skills are exhausted, can I still be healthy? Quickly, get me something good to replenish it."

"Gah?"

Mengmeng said in disbelief: "Old man, you have used up all your intermediate-level master skills in one afternoon? Even if you dissipate your skills, you can't do it that fast! You don't want to deceive me of your treasures, do you?!"

Wu stepped on the air with one foot, slipped and rolled down.

Mengmeng quickly covered her eyes with one wing and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Old man, just wait, I'll get it for you!"

Go back to the secret room, Wu Yong simply stopped climbing up.

Over the past few decades, he has been cautious. If he hadn't met Liu Xianglian, the god of plague, he wouldn't have been worried about being exposed at all.

But now, I’m afraid it’s difficult!

Old monk Zhitong knew about Liu Xianglian's injury, Li Fei also knew about it, and monk Laitou knew about it, and so did he!

Must die!

Although he used a trick to force out the old monk's treasured Great Return Pill, barely hanging on to his life, and delaying the boy's pace to go to hell, but if he appears alive and kicking again in the future, his identity will be completely exposed.

Although the Liu family was defeated!

But there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him in the darkness, watching Liu Lianlian's every move.

It's not that Wu Yong has the ability to save Liu Lianlian, it's because there is only one person in the world who can save Liu Lianlian.

Wu Yongzheng panted and rested for only a moment. Mengmeng flew back with fluttering wings, holding an emerald green grape the size of a fist in his mouth, which was moist and fragrant.

"Quick, give it to me, I can't hold it anymore."

Wu Yong suddenly became energetic, jumped up from the ground, and flew into the air.

"Pooh!"

Mengmeng felt guilty and spat the fruit onto Wu Yong's face, but Wu Yong didn't mind it. He opened his mouth wide and used the snake-swallowing technique to swallow the fruit, which was far larger than his own mouth, into his belly.

Sitting cross-legged, practicing breathing exercises, the body began to twist strangely like a snake.

"Eat sparingly. We don't have many green grapes left. If we use them up early, we won't be able to survive."

These fruits were treasures that Mengmeng brought out from the underground world. They were actually his food rations. He accidentally discovered that they seemed to be able to extend people's lives and restore their skills. It tried very hard to restrain itself so as not to finish eating these fruits.

He hid it quietly and would only retrieve it when Wu Yong really needed it.

In the past decades, apart from Wu Yong, only one baby had been given one in Liumenghantan.

These can only be used by Wu Yong alone. If others want it, there is no way.

Because after Mengmeng gave out that one, basically everyone in the know was eaten by it.

No matter human or animal, the feelings are always connected. Mengmeng treats Wu Yong like a father, and Wu Yong treats Mengmeng like a daughter.

One person and one bird, but the relationship is purer and more sincere than that of most human families.

"I know, Mengmeng, go and close the secret room door. I will continue to heal your junior brother."

Mengmeng hesitated: "Old man, why don't I give junior brother a green grape too?"

Wu Yong said in surprise: "Xiao Mengmeng changed gender today? Why are you willing to give away your treasure?"

"You human masters and apprentices are not much different from father and son. I am a girl. If you die in the future, my junior brother will have to pay your last respects..."

"roll!"

Wu punched the cute bird hard on the neck.

"Ouch!"

The huge force of the shock almost broke Wu Yong's wrist: "Don't worry, I still have a long life! When the time comes, I will find you a male to marry you off, and I will lay down on the deserted grave by myself.

Come naked, go naked! Still comfortable."

"Don't be angry."

Mengmeng admitted her mistake in a low voice: "I saw those people burning paper money after they died. Wouldn't it be very pitiful if you don't have any money to spend?"

Poof!

Wu Yong felt like his old blood was about to spurt out: "Okay, stop talking! Your junior brother probably won't die. His body is now riddled with holes, and your green grapes can't detoxify him. His current state is poisonous flames.

Constantly burning his energy and spirit, his energy and spirit are now extremely weak, and the wind poison has stabilized under the suppression of the Dahuan Dan. Once we replenish his vitality, these poisonous flames will be equivalent to new ones.

fuel, and then turn your junior brother into ashes."

"So powerful? Master, do you want to consider taking on another disciple?"

Wu Yong smiled bitterly, he also thought, if this boy didn't have an unclear relationship with the young master, would he spend so much effort to save him?

I'm afraid, he will kill Liu Xianglian first to feed Mengmeng.

Anyone who knows Mengmeng must disappear completely!

He is a poisoner who kills people, not a defender who saves people.

"Old man, aren't you also an expert in playing drugs? Don't you have any idea?"

Mengmeng was obviously very curious as to why Wu Yong didn't save his junior brother and allowed him to be tortured by the wind poison. Now he was lying on the bed like a mummy, occasionally spewing out green poisonous flames.

The most evil evil experiments are even more evil than those in legendary novels.

"Do you recognize me and I'm drinking tea in there? Get out! If you continue to hang around here, your little junior brother will die soon!"

Wu Yong simply stopped adjusting his breath and went to the lounge chair next to him, where he drank tea and ate some cakes leisurely.

"Okay, okay, my junior brother is quite nice and I like him very much. If he doesn't die, I will definitely make him promise to die for you!"

Wu Yong's brows twisted into the character "Chuan", but he knew Mengmeng's nature of being a talkative and refrained from replying.

If you don’t get used to your own female goose, who will?

Mengmeng felt bored and skipped out of the secret room in frustration. From time to time, she looked back and babbled a few words. When she found that Wu Yong still ignored her, she flapped her wings and flew away.

The huge rumbling stone blocked the entrance of the cave again.

Until the next night, Wu Yong had not sent any code.

Mengmeng tilted her head against the big rock from time to time, but she couldn't hear any signal, and she suddenly felt uneasy.

Flapping its wings randomly, it jumped up and down in Wu Yong's mansion and flew around.

Early that morning, You Yuanwai and You Lao Niang called their two daughters to them.

"Third sister, second sister, you are here, sit down!"

Mrs. You had a grimace on her face. Just two days later, her radiant face now looked a little haggard.

"What's the matter, mother? What's the matter with calling us here?"

The second sister and the third sister were worried. Although they had probably guessed what was going on, they still hoped that a miracle would happen.

You Yuanwai sighed heavily: "You three ladies will chat first, and I'll go and close the door. Alas..."

At this moment, he also felt a lot desolate. He was a powerful person, and he never said money was expensive...

There were only three mother and daughter left, and Sanjie You didn't show any signs of weakness. She asked directly: "Mom, is there something wrong with old Jia Zhen? I'll go get a sword and kill this old thief!"

Mrs. You lowered her head, tears falling down.

In ancient times, after being divorced for many years, she would take her daughter with her when she remarried. This shows how deeply she loves her two daughters.

But at this moment, facing an old bastard, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Mom, don't be sad. If anything happens, just tell us. Maybe we can find a solution."

Third Sister You held Madam You's arm and comforted her softly.
To be continued...