One Thousand Four Hundred and Ninety Six: Nightmare
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"I'm going to find Yan Wan."
Thinking of this, Meng Yuntao couldn't sit still anymore, said a word, stood up and left.
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moment.
"Are you here?" Yan Wan glanced at the visitor and pointed to the seat opposite: "Please sit down."
Meng Yuntao asked suddenly: "You helped him decide this time, right?"
"That's right."
Yan Wan smiled and nodded: "Your people are a bit brainless, so I have a bad impression of you. Anyway, I have no intention of competing for you. Since someone has paid a price, I naturally don't mind helping you."
"No chance?" Meng Yuntao frowned and asked in a deep voice.
Yan Wang nodded and replied: "It won't happen this time. You have to be trustworthy. You can't go back on your word. If you do, you won't have any friends."
Meng Yuntao lowered his head, thought for a while, and said: "With your strength, you can become an elite disciple at any time, no matter which force you join.
But you still haven't made a choice, which means you actually have other ideas. I just want to know, how long are you going to stay like this? "
Yan Wan glanced at him, and his impression of Meng Yuntao improved a bit. "One month, two months, no one can tell."
When Meng Yuntao heard this, he suddenly thumped, because the Photo Stone has three opportunities a year, that is, once every four months. If Yan Wan falls to Qi Yang's side after four months, I'm afraid they will have no chance of fighting for it in the future.
Therefore, for the current plan, the only way is to stabilize him, preferably to win him over to his side. Even if that fails, he must keep Yan Wan neutral.
At the very least, hold him steady and seize the next opportunity.
"Next time, who will you help?" Meng Yuntao asked.
Yan Wan pushed the tea cup over and said with a smile: "Every code is a code. I will help him this time, but it won't be the same next time."
Meng Yuntao frowned: "What price did they pay?"
"I want to be the chief disciple." Yan's words were concise and concise.
"They support you?" Meng Yuntao raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then said: "Even if they support you, they don't..."
Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly.
Meng Yuntao raised his head in astonishment and looked at Yan Wan with a dull look. He keenly caught the narrow smile on his face and couldn't help but said in a voiceless voice: "Did you guess that I would come over?"
"What do you think?" Yan Wan shrugged.
"Did you guess that I would win over you?"
"What do you think?"
"You said that, are you sure that I will support you, so that you will not completely fall to Qi Yang?"
"What do you think?"
"What would you do if I didn't support you?"
"Keep helping them."
"...I will support you this time and push you up, but the price..."
"You don't know what chief disciple means, right?" Yan Wan interrupted him and said with a smile, "I'm afraid I'll have left here by then, right?"
Meng Yuntao smiled bitterly and sighed: "It seems that I still underestimate you. You just use Qingzhou as a springboard, and this place is just your temporary residence."
Yan Wan raised his glass and offered tea instead of wine: "So, you don't have to worry, right?"
"Then, I wish you a safe journey in advance." Meng Yuntao raised his tea cup, the gloom in his heart dissipated, and said with a smile: "But even so, I will not show mercy when the competition comes that day."
"If you keep your hand, I will look down on you." Yan Wan drank the wine in one gulp and flicked his sleeves. "Although you are a disciple of the sect, you are very good and worth friends.
Although I expected you to come, I didn't expect you to come alone. I think you will definitely bring reinforcements. Not to mention suppressing me, you will at least give me a warning. "
Meng Yuntao shook his head and smiled lightly: "To make it known to everyone just for this matter, it's too low-grade. How is this different from those naughty boys who go home and sue their elders if they can't beat them? I, Meng Yuntao, am not so miserable. "
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At night.
Medical clinic.
Zhou Haimei's eyebrows suddenly twitched, and she suddenly woke up from her deep sleep. She sat up with a sigh, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead with lingering fear, and subconsciously used the power in her body to calm her restlessness.
"What's going on?" She rubbed her temples, looked around, and suddenly realized that something seemed wrong around her.
decay.
When did the medical clinic become like this?
She got up and got out of bed, trying to put on her shoes, but found that the shoes were already torn. With a little force, the sheets were torn to pieces. The tables, chairs and benches next to her were stained with lacquered wood and covered with a layer of dust.
The fruit has been rotten and exudes an unpleasant smell. There is a vague and chilling light outside the window, as if there is something terrifying peeping in the dark.
ClickDing Dong
She couldn't help but put her guard up and touched her weapon, but there was a burst of debris in her hand. With a little force, she saw the cold saw suddenly broke and fell to the ground with a clanking sound.
call……
A gust of cold wind blew in, and the creaking broken door burst open, revealing a dark passage that seemed to lead to an abyss. Just looking at it made my heart palpitate.
"Haha, it's so mysterious."
Zhou Haimei was stunned for a moment, then sneered and strode outside.
I do not know how long it has been.
Accompanied by a fierce collision, looking for Shuyuanwww. zhaoshuyuan.com Zhou Haimei reluctantly covered her pierced neck, her beautiful eyes glaring angrily at the black figure holding a sword in front of her.
Yan Wan, that's him, this dark shadow is Yan Wan! ! !
Zhou Haimei screamed wildly in her heart, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and when her strength drained away from the wound, she suddenly lost her voice.
"call……"
She woke up suddenly, shook her head violently, grabbed her hair randomly, and looked at the bright sunshine outside the window in confusion, feeling a little lost for a moment.
Dream?
Is it really a dream?
Is it just a dream?
How could such a real dream be possible!
Zhou Haimei touched her throat subconsciously, as if she could still vaguely feel the biting coldness when the sword blade penetrated her throat.
"Now, what time is it?" She rolled out of bed, put on her clothes, and asked casually: "I hear there seems to be some noise outside."
Someone answered her question with a smile: "Today, it seems that it is the time to compete for the image stone again, and there are all the little guys outside joining in the fun."
"I'll go take a look." Zhou Haimei said and walked out.
When she arrived at the venue, she noticed something was wrong.
The surrounding audience, like puppets, had dull eyes, mechanically waving their arms, and opened their mouths to let out ear-piercing cheers.
The people on the stage were Yan Wan and Meng Yuntao.
What makes Zhou Haimei feel ridiculous is that Yan Wan actually has three arms. He is more like a demon than a human. And Meng Yuntao is no less generous. In addition to having a similar head, his body is like a centipede.
"No, no."
Zhou Haimei couldn't help but be in a trance for a moment, inadvertently bending her legs and leaning against the person next to her.
Cold... no temperature.
She couldn't help but get goosebumps. She turned around and saw the guy she knocked down lying on the ground still waving his arms.
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