I Deliver Candy To Men

Mencius looked at her thumb.

This should have been a tender, tender, little girl's finger. Now stained with sticky dark red blood, he stubbornly stood up at him.

Without saying a word, he turned his head and walked down the mountain.

"Wait!" Song Yingying couldn't help but feel anxious when she saw that he said to leave, "Young master, don't leave!"

Not caring about the blood on his body, he ran over quickly and grabbed him.

Mencius had never been so entangled by a girl before. Even when the upright and chivalrous Mencius was in the past, no girl dared to come forward to entangle him like this.

He waved his hand, waved her back a few steps, and looked at her coldly: "Go away!"

He is the big devil now! Not only is she not afraid of him, but she dares to strike up a conversation with him and grab his arm!

Who gave her the guts?

Is the big devil so attractive? He thought of this, and a burst of anger spewed out of his chest, like the eruption of magma, which made his eyes red. For a moment, his eyes were split, and his face was terrifying.

Song Yingying was taken aback and felt wronged, she actually let her go, she remembered it!

"What are you doing!" She simply burst into tears, she was very scared and had been holding it back, but when he pushed him, the two points of grievance turned into ten points, and she burst into tears, "You can't bully people either. Ah!"

The mountains were silent, and her cry penetrated the dark sky and resounded at the foot of the mountain.

Hearing Meng Zi'an's ears, his heart couldn't help but tremble. If others fail him, will he hurt innocent people?

He's going to be the big devil. However, his persistence was like a whip that kept lashing at his heart.

No! He is right! It was she who had to be entangled! She likes the big devil, she must know the true face of the big devil!

"Young Xia is a bastard!" Song Yingying saw him standing still, lest he would leave for a while, she cried and scolded, "Is it amazing to look good? !"

Meng Zi'an listened to her childish cursing, inexplicably, only felt a faint breeze blowing into his heart, alleviating the scorching pain to some extent.

He regained a little clarity in his mind, only to hear her cry again: "You just waved me and got blood all over me. How can I explain it when I get home? My father still doesn't know how to scold me!"

He said indifferently: "It's you who came over by yourself, what have you got to do with me?"

Song Yingying's cry stopped, and she tilted her head to look at him.

He hadn't left yet, and he was willing to talk to her. She had some idea in her heart, wiped her tears indiscriminately, walked over and grabbed him: "I hate it! When people cry, you don't coax them! Why are you like this?"

Mencius: "..."

He lowered his head and looked at the girl who squeezed his fists and beat him, feeling a little strange in his heart. What on earth did she have to act like a spoiled brat with him?

When I was with Ye Ning before, I had never been coquettish like this before. He felt novel for a while, but also felt numb. Dingding glanced at her, suddenly grabbed her wrist, pressed the hilt against her chin, and leaned over slightly: "Are you really not afraid of me?"

In the dim light, his eyes were unusually dark, like a beast that was about to devour its prey in an instant, full of dangerous aura.

Song Yingying was terrified. She is not stupid and bold. He is jumping repeatedly on the edge of blackening. How could she not be afraid?

I couldn't bear it anymore, and cried again with a "wow": "I'm afraid! I'm so afraid! You are covered in blood, neither considerate nor gentle, the young heroes in the rivers and lakes are not like this, they all treat our little girls like Treat your own sister with love! Why are you like this?"

She remembered that he had just told her to "go away", took the opportunity to let out his breath and kicked him: "You even scare me on purpose! You are so bad!"

His chin was pressed against his cold and sticky sword hilt, and she felt extremely uncomfortable. She touched a hand, and she felt blood on her hand. She was immediately disgusted, and beat him again: "Who's blood, just wipe my face. , why do you hate it so much?"

She cried and scolded, but there was a strong coquettish tone in her tone, as if she knew him very well, which made Mencius feel strange. Thinking again, has she seen many young heroes in the arena, and has never been bullied, so she is so unsuspecting?

With a pale face, he retracted the hilt, turned and walked away.

"You are not allowed to leave!" Song Yingying was so angry when she saw that he was leaving again, did she cry in vain? He rushed over and grabbed his clothes with both hands, "You bullied me, so you just want to walk away like this? You want to be beautiful!"

Meng Zi'an was so entangled by her that he had never seen such an entanglement girl, and wanted to leave her alone. But I don't know why, I feel very sorry.

She was coquettish to him, her natural trust in him. This is the reputation accumulated by countless well-known and decent disciples, why was he ruined?

He hates himself. Hate your own demon heart is not strong, unwilling to let people down.

I wanted to kill her again, and it was over.

In the end, he was dragged by her and followed her home.

There are only two people in her family, she and her old father.

Seeing that her face was stained with blood and the clothes on her body were also stained with blood, Father Song jumped up in shock: "What's going on?"

Meng Zi'an had to explain: "Miss Song was stained with blood to save me."

Knowing that Song Yingying was not injured, Father Song breathed a sigh of relief, and then entertained Mencius: "How could my girl have the ability to save the young hero? The young hero doesn't have to be so polite. Shall the young hero take a shower and change his clothes? I'm going to boil the water right now."

He said to Song Yingying, "Yingying, treat the guests well."

"I know." Song Yingying said.

She washed her face first, then went back to the house and changed her clothes. Then he came out with his dirty clothes and snorted at Mencius: "Look! It's because of you! It's dirty! I have to wash it myself!"

He said again: "If you can't wash it off, you will pay me a new one!"

Meng Zi'an was a little surprised. On the way here, she entangled and acted coquettishly at him, calling him a young hero, as if she admired him very much. How dare you talk to him like this when you get home?

Did she think that he had become something in her urn? I couldn't help but look at Father Song, seeing that he was an ordinary person with no trace of martial arts, but he didn't take it lightly, and looked into the courtyard again.

Father Song was a doctor, and there were many medicinal herbs hanging in the yard. Mencius recognized some of them, but he saw that a few of them would be poisonous when combined, so he didn't take it to heart. He has long passed the age at which he can easily be turned over by drugs.

He walked out of the house and circled the yard twice. He walked out of the yard again and walked around outside. Everything is normal, there is no trace of burial. This is a good family.

Walking into the yard again, she saw Song Yingying had washed her clothes and was drying them. Seeing him come in, he snorted again: "Fortunately, I cleaned it up! Otherwise, I have to pay you!"

Mencius watched her dry the clothes. It was a very ordinary burlap, frayed at the edges, and patched in two places. He couldn't help but think of the little white face he saw when it was still dark.

He loaded his own purse. When you leave, leave some money for her, which will be regarded as the room fee.

Soon, Father Song boiled the water. He didn't ask Father Song to work. He brought it into the house and washed himself.

His body was soaked with blood from his coat to his inner clothes, and his body was dyed a dark red color. He washed out a basin of blood. The body became refreshed, but the heart was a little tired.

When he came out wearing Father Song's clothes, Song Yingying's heart skipped a beat. I saw that although he was wearing rough and dull linen clothes, it did not damage his good temperament at all. The temperament of the outstanding children carefully cultivated by the big sect can be seen in him.

And he lost all his anger, his eyebrows became calm, and even a little soft because of exhaustion, which made him even more beautiful.

Song Yingying looked insane, and Meng Zi'an didn't find it strange at all. There were many girls who looked at him like this in the past, but they were not as straightforward as she was.

Her straightforwardness somewhat flattered him, but it also aroused pain in his heart. He is also very good, but Ye Ning doesn't like it. Day after day, she looked at him without liking, only guilt.

He lowered his eyelids to hide the heat in his eyes, poured out the blood, squatted on the ground, and washed the basin.

"How can I let the guests wash?" When Father Song saw it, he said to Song Yingying, "Yingying, you go!"

Song Yingying ran over and squatted beside Meng Zi'an. She didn't open her mouth to pick up the wash basin, she just tilted her head to look at him, and unabashedly sucked in his beauty.

Mencius didn't want to ask a girl to wash the basin, especially since he had soiled the basin. But she was so carefree and unabashedly coveting his beauty, which still made him a little uncomfortable.

Put down the basin and stand up: "There is a labor girl."

Song Yingying looked at him away, not disappointed, grabbed the basin, and snorted twice: "I don't know which sect of young heroes, so thick-skinned, ask a strange girl to wash the bathtub for him, tsk tsk tsk!"

Mencius: "..."

In the dark, his face was warm. Can not help secretly glad that no one saw it.

"I'll do it." He squatted down again, grabbed the basin, and washed it.

Song Yingying smiled and held her hands, tilting her head to look at him.

Dinner is a pot of stewed chicken.

In order to entertain the guests, Father Song deliberately killed the chicken.

Father Song sandwiched a chicken leg for his daughter, and then entertained Mencius: "Young Xia, please use it, please bear with me for the poor reception."

Mencius said: "It's already very rich, thank you old man for his warm hospitality."

Song Yingying nibbled on the chicken drumstick herself and thought it was delicious, so she picked up the other drumstick and put it in Father Song's bowl: "Dad, it's super delicious, you can eat one too."

Father Song: "..."

He looked at Meng Zian and felt a little embarrassed. He picked up the chicken thigh and put it into Meng Zian's bowl: "Aiya, the little girl is ignorant, young man, don't mind." He also taught Song Yingying, "I never taught you how to treat guests. ?"

No matter how thick-skinned Meng Zi'an was, he couldn't eat this chicken leg, so he hurriedly pushed it back and refused to go back.

Looking aside, Song Yingying, who made a pleasing expression to Father Song, lowered her head and continued to eat deliciously, couldn't help but feel very strange. Seeing her entanglement with her before, she thought she was going to be diligent, but she didn't expect the only chicken leg to be handed to Father Song by her.

He was a little surprised, but he was not angry, inexplicably, he was in a better mood.

After dinner, Meng Zian talked to Father Song for a while, and explained his identity, why did he come here, thanked him for the hospitality, and then went into the room and fell asleep.

He slept in Father Song's room. There are two rooms in the house, one for Father Song and one for Song Yingying. He was a guest. No matter what, Father Song refused to tell him to do it. He went to the neighbor's house to borrow two chairs, built a simple bed in the yard, covered it with clothes, and slept.

At night in the mountains, the air is slightly cold, and the surroundings are quiet, with only the occasional sound of insects.

Mencius put his hands on the pillow, lying on the rough but clean and tidy bed, with his eyes open, he looked up at the pitch-dark sky.

When the breathing of the people in the next room and the yard became long, he quietly got up. He took off the purse, put it on Father Song's bed, walked lightly, and left.

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