I Deliver Candy To Men

Mencius was walking on the path out of the valley.

He was not walking fast, even a little slow. Like a lost traveler who doesn't know where to go.

Originally, he had firmed up his demon heart and wanted to be a big demon who would do all kinds of evil and do anything. But he met Song Yingying, an innocent and lively girl in the mountains.

Her interruption, her infatuation, and her trust were like a ray of fresh wind, pouring into his heart, keeping his angry and chaotic thoughts clear and unable to descend into chaos.

She made him feel the pride he once had, the pride of being a decent disciple of a famous family.

On the first day he entered the master's door, the master taught him that those who practice martial arts should **** the strong and help the weak, and be compassionate. He used to be very proud of it, and he sacrificed his life to protect this belief. Until Ye Ning's betrayal shattered his pride.

She fell in love with the vile villain who did all kinds of evil, and left him without looking back.

There was a pain in my heart. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold back. How could she betray him? Yan Yumo treated her like that, how could she fall in love with him? Did she forget the teacher's teaching?

He couldn't comprehend the deep pain in his heart. More doubt, is he not doing well? She would rather fall into the arms of the big devil than him.

He came out of the valley. The little bit of temperature that was contaminated in that warm little yard was now all dissipated in the night wind.

My heart is cold. It's homeless and has nowhere to go.

It used to have a home called Changfengmen, but it can't go back now. It used to have a sharp weapon called Zhengqi Haoran, but now it doesn't.

It is lost between good and evil, half confused, half cruel. The way of justice rejects it because it is hideous and ugly. The demons sneered at it because it was not strong enough and weak enough to be bullied.

It's so lonely.

Mencius clenched the cold sword in his hand. The sword that had accompanied him for ten years was still by his side at this moment. Yet he felt no consolation at all, because he might be about to use it for all evil, smeared with innocent blood.

I didn't know how long I had gone, but I felt that the night was getting darker and darker, and the crescent moon was hidden behind the clouds, refusing to give any light. He couldn't see the road ahead clearly, and he stepped forward step by step.

Can't go back. In the darkness, he clenched his sword. Go forward, become the big devil, and have a look, what is the big devil? To make her ignore the teachings of her teacher, ignore the humiliation and hatred, and fall in love deeply.

The thought will settle, and the delicate face becomes distorted. The night, where he could not see his fingers, became his protective color, and he recklessly revealed his hatred and madness.

Until a sense of danger came to his heart, he paused, and his thumb pushed the long sword out.

With the sound of "Qiang", countless shadows attacked him.

The clouds drifted away, and the crescent moon reappeared, revealing the sign of the Blood Eagle Gate on the person.

Mencius said with great resentment, "If you don't come to me, I will also look for you!"

Draw your sword to meet.

There were only a dozen people who came to assassinate him, but all of them were highly skilled in martial arts, and soon scars appeared on Mencius' body.

The pain aroused his hatred more and more, and he also used the vicious tricks that he never refused to use, and greeted the other party.

"Boy, you have ruined the important affairs of our sect master, you can't run away today!" One of them said sullenly.

Meng Zi'an not only intercepted the things of Xueyingmen, he also killed many disciples of Xueyingmen before that. It was passed back to the door long ago, and Yan Yumo knew about it. Yan Yumo didn't want to know him in general, but seeing him getting more and more presumptuous, he couldn't help but want to kill. Unfortunately, Ye Ning found out: "I owe him, don't fight with him."

Yan Yumo agreed to her, but his eyes swept to the left and right guardians in the door. He did promise not to do anything to Meng Zi'an, but he didn't know what the disciples in the sect were going to do.

That's how the siege of Mencius came about.

After a fierce fight, Meng Zi'an lost his strength and was surrounded by the disciples of the Blood Eagle Sect. One of them humiliated him and said, "Tsk tsk, with this little ability, you are still trying to grab a woman from our sect master?"

"Should I ask the sect master's wife to take a look, what kind of thing did she like?" The toes pressed against his face.

"It's still our sect master's wife who has the vision, abandoned this incompetent little white face, and followed our sect master."

Everyone laughed and said contemptuously: "Boy, spare your life this time, be smart in the future, don't mess with the Blood Eagle Sect again!"

The mocking voice gradually faded away, and Meng Zi'an lay on the ground with a grim face, clenching his teeth. His mouth was full of blood, and his heart was filled with hatred.

When it was slightly dawn, he gathered some strength and stumbled to the nearby river.

On the surface of the river, a horrified face appeared, with ferocious facial features and red eyes, which was a sign of enchantment.

He was stunned, and suddenly "haha" burst out laughing!

"From today onwards, I will—" He didn't finish his sentence, suddenly a surge of blood rushed to his forehead, his head was heavy, he lost consciousness, and fell headlong into the river.

in the valley.

The day is slowly getting brighter. Song Yingying was awakened by the bright light, muttered a few words, and turned over a few times. After all, she couldn't fall asleep, and rubbed her eyes to get up.

"Yingying, go get some water." Father Song was already up and chopping wood in the yard.

"En." Song Yingying yawned, picked up the wooden barrel, and went to the river.

On the way, the system flattered and said, "Bao'er, I'll give you a Dali Pill, you won't be tired from lifting water for a while."

"Thank you." Song Yingying ate it, and then said, "Okay, don't do this anymore, I promised to do this task, and the previous things will be over."

The system immediately said: "Yeah! I am Ying Bao'er really broad-minded! I like Ying Bao'er so much! How can there be such a cute task person in the world? I even picked it up! I must be the chosen one!"

Song Yingying was amused by it.

When I came to the river, I tucked the corners of my clothes and squatted down to draw water. Out of the corner of the eye, he glanced at random and found something floating not far away. If you look closely, it's actually a person!

She was startled, and quickly took back the half-filled bucket of water and ran over to see it.

He glanced at him, and suddenly felt a little familiar. Isn't this dress from Father Song? Seeing that the water was not deep, he pulled up his trouser legs and walked down to catch someone.

When the broken hair on the man's face was brushed away, he couldn't help but let out an "Ouch".

Isn't this Mencius?

Didn't he sleep in the next room? When did you run away? Going to fight with people!

The scars all over his body made Song Yingying's teeth sore. She didn't even bother to take the bucket, so she hugged him and went home.

"Father, come quickly!" Song Yingying shouted as soon as she entered the door.

Father Song was already in the kitchen room. Hearing this, he came out. After seeing the situation, he couldn't help being surprised: "Yingying, who are you holding?"

When did his daughter become so powerful?

"It's Meng Shaoxia!" Song Yingying walked into the room with Meng Zian in her arms, caught a glimpse of the purse in the middle of the bed, put it aside, and put him down, "I just thought, does Meng Shaoxia have a twin brother? He looks so similar! Later, when I saw him wearing Dad's clothes, I recognized him as him."

Father Song told her to go away and check on Meng Zian's injury by himself.

"Sword wounds, knife wounds, internal injuries, and external injuries are all serious." He frowned, "When did he go out, why didn't I hear him?"

He slept in the yard and didn't hear Mencius leave. Seeing a money bag lying on the bed again, she understood something in her heart and didn't say much, she just said to Song Yingying: "There is still a pot of boiled water in the kitchen, bring it here, and bring Dad's medicine box. "

He knows some medical skills, and the villagers in the valley come to him to see any illnesses, and there is no need to look for a doctor elsewhere.

"Well." Song Yingying ran away.

Mencius was a man and Song Yingying was a girl. Under such circumstances, Father Song would not let her approach. Although he was a doctor, he didn't want to ask his daughter to do this in the future. So Song Yingying was in the yard, walking around, listening to her orders.

Finally, Father Song treated Meng Zian's injury.

"Is he okay?" Song Yingying asked.

Father Song put down his rolled up sleeves, walked out of the room, and looked at his daughter up and down: "Yingying, you just came back with him? When did your strength become so strong?"

"Hey?" Song Yingying's eyes widened, "I don't know! I was so anxious, so I picked him up!"

She was going to hug Father Song again: "Did I have some potential?"

Father Song was startled, so he didn't want her to hold him, he pushed her away with one hand, frowned and said, "It seems that he was in a hurry and opened up the potential in his body."

The human body has many mysteries, and in a hurry, it is possible to do strange things.

He didn't find it strange, he just asked her to squeeze her arm: "Is it sore? Does it hurt? I'll make some potion for you later."

"Thank you dad." Yingying said sweetly.

When it was almost noon, Mencius woke up.

He opened his eyes and looked at the roof above. Kind of unfamiliar. He turned his head again and looked around, it was a very simple wooden house.

Just as he was about to sit up, he suddenly made a "hiss" in pain. He looked down and saw that his body was wrapped in gauze, and there were bloodstains oozing out from several places.

He was badly wounded, Mencius thought, who wounded him? His martial arts should be considered top-notch in the arena. Master said that his talent is very good, many people practice for five years or ten years, but his one year is not worth it.

Just thinking about it, suddenly my mind went blank, who is he? Who is the master? Jianghu? martial arts? what are these? He held his head and groaned in pain.

Song Yingying was helping Father Song sort out the herbs in the yard, and ran in when she heard movement in the house. Seeing Meng Zi'an holding his head and groaning, he said in surprise, "Did you hurt your head? My father didn't say anything?"

Go over there and check his head.

Mencius leaned back, avoided it, and looked up at her.

Song Yingying didn't notice anything strange about him. Seeing him avoiding her, she snorted and said viciously, "Run! Run again! No matter how far you run, don't you want to come back?"

She remembered that he ran away at night last night, but was washed back by the river early in the morning, and she was overjoyed.

Mencius looked at the young girl's smiling face, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes flashed, and she asked, "What do you want?"

Song Yingying was stunned.

Mencius watched her expression and asked again, "What do you want to keep me here?"

Song Yingying was a little embarrassed now.

She really had no reason to keep him.

"Cough, no, I don't want to do anything." She lowered her head, her toes crushed the ground, "It's just weird, it's not that you are not allowed to go, you go quietly by yourself, and you don't say hello to us, what? What do you mean? Are you afraid that I will pester you?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Meng Zi'an's eyes, and he said calmly, "Oh."

"Humph." Song Yingying glared at him again, with a strong voice, "Do you think that you can offset the favor by keeping the money? My father killed all the chickens that had been raised in the house for two years! Just keep a money bag, Leave without saying hello, you are so rude!"

He accused him again: "My father slept in the yard last night! I gave you the house and bed! Say it yourself, are you wrong?"

Mencius frowned. wrong. He's not such a rude person.

Moreover, even if he had to leave in an emergency, he would not leave the wallet, at most half of the silver taels. People in the rivers and lakes need money to do things. How can he leave all the things around him?

There must be some difference.

He didn't speak, his eyes fell on the purse in the bed. The purse is exquisitely done, and it doesn't fit in with this rough log cabin. This should be what she said, the purse he left behind.

"Give it to me!" Seeing him looking at the purse, Song Yingying reached out to him, "Since you left it, it's mine!"

Meng Zi'an didn't speak, but grabbed the purse in his hand.

Song Yingying went to grab it: "It's mine! You eat our house, live in our house, you wear my father's clothes, and you leave without saying hello, which hurts the feelings of the host, oh, and the injury on your body is What my father has bandaged for you, accommodation, food, emotional injury, medicine, all these are given to me, it’s not enough!”

Mencius raised his eyebrows and let her grab the purse.

I heard her say again: "You have to help me! Do the work for three months! Otherwise, you are not allowed to leave!"

Song Yingying tied the purse around her waist and was very happy that she had come up with a new excuse to keep him here. I thought again, fortunately he ran away last night, otherwise she would have to find a way.

"Where's my sword?" Meng Zian touched his side, feeling that he must have a sword, but he looked inside the room, but he didn't.

Song Yingying shook her head: "I don't know. When I found you, you didn't have a sword on you."

"Where did you pick me up?" he asked.

Song Yingying said: "By the river! You fell into the river and were washed over by the water. It's a pity that I went to fetch water in the morning. If I went a little later, you were washed away by the water."

Listening to her words, Mencius pieced together a line in peace. He was probably greeted warmly by her, and then for some reason, he preferred to leave without saying hello, and left the purse behind. Then, he touched someone, got hurt and fell into the river, was rushed here, and was picked up by her again by chance.

He looked at the girl standing beside the bed. Although he has no memory, he can tell that this is a girl with no scheming.

Weird, but not a bad guy.

He took off his disguise and said frankly, "I'm sorry, but I actually lost my memory."

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