Chapter 1078

Meng Hengli looked at Meng Zhan with a complicated look behind Jiang Pengji.

No boy can't look forward to his father. Meng Heng once regarded Meng Zhan as a God and worshipped him with longing.

However, in Meng Zhan's eyes, there is only his concubine Meng data. Even if the other party is ignorant, greedy and lustful, Meng Zhan dotes on him like a pearl and a treasure land.

Meng Heng once thought that Meng Zhan liked such a son, so he also quietly tried to "learn bad" and secretly kept up with Meng data's words and deeds. As a result, he had to be severely punished and ordered him to kneel down in the ancestral temple. In the cold winter, there was a torrential rain outside. The air was as cold as a blade. The young Meng Heng didn't wear much warm clothes. He knelt so blue and black that he went straight to most of his life——

That memory became his childhood nightmare. Occasionally he dreamed back at midnight, he could clearly think of the air-conditioning in the air.

Meng Heng lowered his eyelids and bowed to Jiang Pengji with a dull look.

"I don't know what the LORD called Heng to do?"

"Anyway, you have a fight with Meng Zhan's father and son. I'm not unkind. I'm sorry for you. I allow you to talk to him and make a complete end between him and his son." Jiang Pengji said, "Meng Zhan still owes Meng Xiaowei a debt. I hope you don't mind."

Meng Heng was stunned for a moment, and after a while he came back.

Jiang Pengji didn't mean to let him personally send Meng Zhan on the road, but just let him have a word with Meng Zhan to avoid leaving regret?

He was secretly relieved. He couldn't tell how he was feeling.

"Thank you, Lord." Meng Hengdao.

Meng Hun's wife and daughter died miserably. The direct murderer is Meng data, but Meng Zhan is also an accomplice. Meng Heng is not qualified to stop or hate.

Jiang Pengji got up and walked to the prison door. She turned her head and whispered.

"His mood is not very stable. Cousin Heng, don't get too close."

After that, Jiang Pengji let the space out, but she didn't leave too far.

This distance will neither make Meng Heng feel monitored nor make the situation out of her control.

Seeing Jiang Pengji leave, Meng Heng's eyebrows stretch slightly. Yu Guang sees Nie Xun standing on one side, adding a little doubt to his heart.

What is Nie Xun doing here?

Because time was pressing, he did not think further.

"Father - Lord Meng"

Meng Heng sat on the mat and bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to swallow the blurted honorific title back.

He has been removed from the sect and has broken his father son relationship with Meng Zhan. Now he calls his father again, and the other party may not admit it.

Meng Zhan is immersed in his own world and his mood is on the verge of collapse.

Suddenly, he heard others call him. His spirit was clear for a few minutes. When he looked up, he saw Meng Heng's face——

Meng Zhan was greatly stimulated. He couldn't control his emotions. He rushed forward with a ferocious face and half his body crossed the low table.

"Meng Shijiu -" Meng Zhan summoned Meng Heng's full name with a ferocious face and a hissing voice. His thin hands grabbed Meng Heng's sleeve, "Why are you still alive - why are you dead - how can you be the son of the old man?"

Meng Heng was stunned and was about to struggle, but Meng Zhan's roar made him fall into the ice, as if the surrounding voices were gone.

What is "wild"?

Meng Heng did not struggle, but gave Meng Zhan further opportunities.

He didn't believe what Jiang Pengji said. It must be an illusion made up by the other party with magic. Everything was to deceive him!

He can't have done anything wrong for so many years!

Meng Heng is the wild seed of Gu Zhen and others. He is not his son at all.

He Meng Zhan has such a son in his life!

His only son was killed by Liu Xi, but the wild seed who raised for more than 20 years took refuge in Liu Xi, regardless of Meng data's blood feud!

"How could you be my son -"

Meng Zhan seems thin and weak, but the power burst out is very terrible. Meng Heng was caught off guard and choked his neck. He couldn't get rid of it. Nie Xun on one side was also surprised by Meng Zhan's words. When he recovered, Meng Heng's face had turned blue——

Without hesitation, Nie Xun lifted his foot and kicked Meng Zhan on the shoulder. The other party felt a pain and loosened his hands.

Meng Heng's eyes were full of tears, his eyes were full of blood, and his fundus was full of unbelievable words.

Is this the fundamental reason why Meng Zhan has despised himself for many years?

The servant said privately that he was a wild seed with unknown biological father. Isn't it groundless?

Meng Zhan took the lead in responding. He brushed and pulled out the sword Meng Heng was wearing around his waist. The bright sword body stabbed Meng Heng.

Between lightning and flint, Nie Xun's brain had no time to think. He grabbed Meng Heng, and they rolled to one place to avoid the sword.

At this time, Meng Zhan had no reason. Seeing that Meng Heng had escaped, he immediately followed him.

"You're crazy -"

Nie Xun resisted with his sword. Because he underestimated Meng Zhan's strength, he almost got rid of his sword.

"Killing -- killing this wild species -- is all a lie. It's just a wild species --"

Meng Zhan's eyes were red, and his old face was twisted and ferocious.

Nie Xun stopped him from killing Meng Heng, so he killed him together with Nie Xun.

"You dare to stop me - you deserve it -"

Meng Zhangen couldn't restrain his emotions. All kinds of messy thoughts seemed to crack his brain.

"Die -"

Scholars in ancient times all learned the six arts of gentlemen, and Meng Zhan naturally learned swordsmanship.

At this moment, he wanted to kill Nie Xun and Meng Heng. He said hello to the death in one move. Nie Xun accidentally cut his left arm.

"Be careful!"

Meng Heng slowed down. Seeing that Meng Zhan's sword was about to stab Nie Xun in the chest, he rushed up and hugged Meng Zhan's legs. Meng Zhan's action was blocked, and his sword naturally skewed. The tip of the sword penetrated Nie Xun's shoulder, and Nie Xun's sword pierced the other party's chest.

All this happened very quickly. When Weici and others found the accident and hurried to come, it was already late.

With a bang, Meng Zhan's sword fell.

Nie Xun also maintained a stunned and shocked expression and loosened the hilt covered with viscous blood.

Although this sword did not hit the heart, it was also a key point.

Even if the doctor came, Meng Zhan could not escape death.

There was a stabbing pain in the chest, which severely pressed the swollen brain, the reason slowly closed, and the ferocious and twisted face eased down.

"Shi, Shi Jiu -"

Meng Zhan opened his mouth and reluctantly called out a sentence, with a somewhat peaceful tone.

Meng Heng maintained a dull look, numbly released his hands and numbly held Meng Zhan.

The dazzling blood hit his eyes and made his limbs cold and disoriented.

Pale lips trembled, and he said, "Meng, master Meng?"

Meng Zhan was dejected when he heard the name.

The sharp pain in his chest attracted his attention. He hung his head and looked down the handle of the sword at the young man who put the tip of the sword into his body.

At the age of twenty-five or six, he has a beautiful face, bright eyes and teeth, and a purplish red cinnabar mole in the center of his eyebrows——

This face?

This cinnabar mole?

Suddenly, Jiang Pengji's words rang out in his mind——

[... The second son born to you by your aunt Shu, a born baby boy with a cinnabar mole on his eyebrows... He was the second son of Meng's house, and was changed under your control by the bastard bastard... He was buried in the cold mud by his servant before he was born a full moon -]