The sun moves westward, cloud shadows drift in the sky, and everything the sun touches is filled with an orange-yellow halo.

A faint smoke has risen from the kitchen of Luojiang Village, rising little by little until it merges with the sky.

In front of Luojiang Village, the sounds of bandits training could be heard from time to time. Their voices were high-pitched and their fighting spirit was high.

Meng Heyin was lying on the bed, with his eyes closed tightly and beads of sweat on his forehead.

Ming Rong sat quietly by the bed, watching Meng Heyin's hands clenched and unclenched for a while, and the veins on his wrists popped out.

"Who are you?" Mingrong asked softly, then gently held Meng Heyin's hand and rubbed it carefully with his thumb.

The touch in his hands was soft and boneless, and the skin was as smooth as fat. It didn't look like a pair of hands that could hold a broken knife and have a chance to kill him. Ming Rong frowned unknowingly, and the strength in his hands became heavier.

some.

"Well."

Meng Heyin let out a cry and moved uneasily.

Ming Rong retracted her hand as if she had been burned by sparks, and then looked at her coldly.

Meng Heyin slowly opened his eyes, and from the corner of his eye he could feel the chilly Ming face next to him. He quickly closed his eyes again and returned to the sea of ​​consciousness to look at Bai Zhuzi.

"White beads?"

The white beads were still floating in the center, the light was brighter than before, but still very small.

Meng Heyin was very puzzled. At that time, she was almost back to her peak fighting strength. She thought it was the white beads that had recovered unknowingly. But now it seems that the white beads are only a little brighter than before, and there is nothing else.

Variety.

It certainly can't restore its strength like this. So if it's not a white bead, why is it?

Meng Heyin was still thinking hard in the sea of ​​consciousness when he heard Mingrong's cold voice coming in continuously.

"Meng Heyin."

"stand up."

"What are you still pretending to be?"

"Meng Heyin!"

Clearly hearing that Ming Rong's tone was getting worse, Meng Heyin quickly opened his eyes and blinked slowly a few more times.

"You called me? Uh, what happened to me?"

Mingrong said nothing and watched her pretend quietly. When Meng Heyin felt a little embarrassed, Mingrong softly uttered a few words from her mouth.

"Who are you?"

Meng Heyin smiled: "I am Meng Heyin."

"I mean, who were you before?"

Meng Heyin was silent, thinking for a while before looking at Ming Rong, frowning, and said very seriously: "It's not fair for me to say it alone. If we want to exchange, then you first say who you are."

Hearing such clumsy words really made Mingrong happy.

Meng Heyin dared to say this because she had roughly guessed her identity and thought that she would never dare to expose her identity, so she threatened her in return. The reason for the threat was simply because this was the territory of the Jiang Kingdom.

Ming Rong clearly felt the little Jiujiu in her heart and said: "Okay, then I will tell you who I am..."

Meng Heyin opened his mouth in disbelief, blinked a few times and looked at Mingrong: "Are you sure?"

"Why not? I am..."

"Wait a minute," Meng Heyin stopped, thinking about how to change the subject. "This is really big news, let me prepare."

"Actually, I am..." Ming Rong did not answer, thinking to himself. When he saw Meng Heyin, he jumped up and covered his mouth. After turning around to avoid it, he changed the subject and continued, "It doesn't matter who I am.

, you probably have some guesses in your mind."

Meng Heyin withdrew his hand from Ming Rong's body and wanted to step back when he heard Ming Rong continue.

"However……"

When Ming Rong said this, he paused deliberately and looked at Meng Heyin with a smile in his eyes. Meng Heyin's whole body was on guard and she looked at him.

Under Meng Heyin's vigilant eyes, Mingrong said quietly: "Since you can crush me to death and can transform weapons with your bare hands, do you think you will have good results if this matter is exposed?"

Meng Heyin frowned, she was worried about this.

This afternoon, for some unknown reason, her strength suddenly surged, and she was unable to control the powerful forces that forced their way in, so that she was exposed in front of everyone.

It would be fine if this kind of power had always existed, but she clearly felt that there was no trace left in her body now, and it was even filled with the soreness after being violent.

When you don't have enough ability to protect yourself, exposing your own strength will only lead to danger.

Seeing Meng Heyin's silence, Mingrong knew that his goal had been achieved, so he approached Meng Heyin's ear and said, "Have you finally realized how dangerous you are? I'm not talented, but there is a way to protect you. Are you interested?"

Meng Heyin looked at him sideways: "What can I do?"

"Follow me. Of the seven countries in the world, I am here and you are here. I have you and I have you."

How much is true, how much is false, you know it in your heart.

"Really?" Meng Heyin asked, leaning against Mingrong's chest, his eyes sparkling, as if he was persuaded.

Ming Rong was a little distracted, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to hook a strand of Meng Heyin's hair. Meng Heyin rubbed it against his palm like a well-behaved cat.

Mingrong subconsciously opened her mouth to answer, but suddenly her rationality came back and she said: "I don't accept people of unknown origins around me. Please tell me who you are first."

Meng Heyin paused, obviously unhappy.

Mingrong added hypocritically: "After all, you are a lonely ghost who comes from nowhere. What if you are a man?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Heyin swept away the cute and charming look before, and instead changed into a cold and stern look that he had never seen before, just like a cute pet kitten suddenly turned into a tiger in the mountains.

At this time, Tiger said: "Since you have chosen to cooperate with me, why are you obsessed with knowing who I am?"

"How do I know if you, a little tiger, will turn around and bite me?"

"Isn't it normal to be in danger when seeking skin from a tiger? Don't you have a backup plan?"

Mingrong sighed and knew that Meng Heyin could not completely trust him, so he stopped pretending and said, "If you don't want to tell me, let me guess by myself."

Meng Heyin remained silent.

"Although it's natural for you to be with a man, you subconsciously get closer to women, and you don't do anything that goes against the rules. You just simply care more about women. Then, you are a woman."

Meng Heyin raised his eyebrows.

"Although you are sophisticated in your methods, your behavior is not prudent. You are even a little too rash and childish. You are not very old."

Meng Heyin looked at Ming Rong's handsome face and thought, even if he is not very young, he is definitely older than you, huh.

Seeing that she didn't refute, Mingrong continued: "Although you are a woman, you are very good at martial arts. I have seen your fighting tactics and movements several times. You are not a straggler, nor are you trying to strengthen your body. Your moves are ruthless. You are completely

All for killing people..."

As Ming Rong talked about the ruthless moves, Meng Heyin's eyes slowly turned murderous.

Ming Rong noticed, "If you are an ordinary warrior, you don't kill many people, but you are powerful but you don't have murderous intent. You have to kill for a long time before you can regard human life as nothing, and you have to kill for a long time without being under the jurisdiction of the government... Do you have experience in the military?

!”

Meng Heyin raised his eyes after hearing this, and with just a cold glance, countless murderous intentions and evil thoughts seemed to emanate from his eyes, arousing layers of cold sweat behind Mingrong.

"Have you had enough guessing?"

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