Lu Xiaomeng was shocked.

"You...you..."

She collapsed and said, "Brother, please be serious!"

Meng Busan smiled: "It doesn't matter, everything is under control."

Lu Xiaomeng: "Ha?"

Meng Busan: "You can look at the sky over the sea. The coiled clouds are becoming more and more obvious, which means that the typhoon is coming."

"There are no high-rise buildings here, and they are too close to the beach and the terrain is smooth. I am worried that the sea water will come ashore. By that time, it will be too late to escape."

Lu Xiaomeng: "Then you..."

Meng Busan: "If you have any other tasks, hurry up and gather at the resort gate early. There is no place to take shelter in the entire resort. There is no other way except to escape."

Lu Xiaomeng: "But, the task is not about..."

Meng Busan smiled, "What did you say? Did you say that you could not escape the resort? Since it did not say that, why can't we leave?"

Lu Xiaomeng blinked, "But, isn't this a mission place?"

Meng Busan said earnestly: "You have been cheated."

"Probably because you have experienced too many trial sites that limit you to one place in the past, you have developed a fixed mindset and you have to stay in one place to complete the task. But why should we listen to the world's arrangements?"

Meng Busan tweaked his bangs and smiled at her, "I'm going to go the ordinary path."

Lu Xiaomeng has already recovered, but she doesn't know how to describe Meng Busan.

She could only raise her hand and applaud him.

"This, what's this called? Why do you think so?"

Meng Busan laughed at himself, "Probably... this is called mentally ill people with broad thinking."

Lu Xiaomeng looked at Meng Busan, who had ridiculed her illness and felt a little awkward.

Lu Xiaomeng said: "I think this is called - putting it in the right place is talent. Sansan, congratulations, you have finally found the right place in your life."

Meng Busan: "Oh, I have been in a mental hospital for many years, just to shine here?"

He thought something and suddenly said, "If I asked you to pretend to be me, how much can you pretend?"

Lu Xiaomeng: "Then you have to lend me your clothes to wear."

She smiled and blinked, "That way, I can do it."

...

After Meng Busan and Lu Xiaomeng had planned, he continued to walk towards the source of chaos.

At this time, the dispute between Yu Huaijin and Mu Qiye had come to an end.

Mu Qiye's skills seemed to be limited by time. At a certain time, the green dragon disappeared completely.

Yu Huaijin took action and hung Mu Qiye up and beat him.

"Paipa--"

Mu Qiye's face turned red with anger.

He struggled viciously and said, "Don't let me find opportunities. If I find opportunities, I will definitely take revenge! I will take revenge thousands or hundreds of times!"

Yu Huaijin continued to beat him as if he hadn't heard it.

Mu Qiye's eyes were bloodshot, and even his eyes seemed to be covered with blood.

He looked at Yu Huaijin with poisonous nails in every look, and he cursed Yu Huaijin.

Yu Huaijin continued to torture him.

"...Ca, you deserve your brother to die early!" Muqinoguchi shouted without hesitation.

Yu Huaijin's face changed immediately.

Mu Qiye finally realized what this guy was concerned about.

He sneered, "Oh, do you remember to remember when you die? What have you done before?"

Yu Huaijin looked solemn, and she growled with blue veins: "Shut up!"

The bright red tentacles suddenly tensed, stabbing Mu Qiye like a sharp blade.

Mu Qiye's pupils shrank.

Blood was reflected in the pupils.

The blood splattered on his side.

However, that blood was not his blood.

Mu Qiye and Yu Huaijin looked at the woman who suddenly blocked between the two and made a fatal blow to Mu Qiye.

Yu Huaijin suddenly withdrew his tentacles.

Meng Busan's white shirt was all stained with blood.

He covered the pierced part of his shoulder with one hand, but he smiled crazy.

He blinked at Yu Huaijin, who was facing Meng Busan, and then looked over. The widow had already lowered her head and showed a bitter face, as if the crazy smile he had just imagined.

Yu Huaijin pressed his temple and suspected that his condition was getting worse.

The protected Mu Qiye showed an incredible expression, "You...you...you...what are you doing!"

He looked anxious and frowned.

For him, facing other people's kindness is more at a loss than facing other people's malice.

He said impatiently: "Who told you to meddle in other people's business! Do you think you are very powerful? You are really...you are just an NPC!"

Yu Huaijin glanced at Mu Qiye coldly and said, "Do you regret saving him? Such a little beast has always been unable to learn how to speak human language."

Meng Busan glanced at him coldly, "Shut up!"

Yu Huaijin and Mu Qiye were stunned at the same time.

Both of them were a little confused.

This is the first time Yu Huaijin has been scolded like this by NPCs in a trial field.

It was the first time Mu Qiye was maintained like this.

After all, he is an unlovable thorn in the real world and in the sea of ​​gold.

Meng Busan covered his shoulders and turned to look at Mu Qiye who was tied up by tentacles.

Mu Qiye's eyes were fixed on the blood on her shoulders.

The blood stinged to save him made his eyes hurt.

Meng Busan looked complicated and wanted to speak, but stopped saying, "Are you... you still my child?"

Mu Qiye was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was talking about.

His face suddenly turned red, "Who is your son!"

Meng Busan: "Then where is my son? Where is Shang Bing?"

Mu Qiye: "Shang Bing is just a trial ground..."

He looked at the tears that were rolling in Meng Busan's eyes, and for some reason, he swallowed the rest again.

He stared at Meng Busan, his mouth opened and closed, but he didn't know what to say for a long time.

Mu Qiye left his head and said impatiently: "It's gone, it's gone, there's no son, it's all fake, you just don't know..."

Yu Huaijin didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

Mu Qiye raised his eyes and glanced at him rebelliously, but this time he did not refute anything.

He lowered his head again.

Meng Busan said "tsk" in his heart.

I'm so pitiful, didn't you think about compensating me?

Meng Busan reminded: "You...are Shang Bing dead? Do I have to continue sending him away after I send him away?"

She covered her face and sobbed, "This is called me... a white-haired man sends a black-haired man..."

It should be clear now, right?

Mu Qiye looked at this young mother who was dressed in a hot and wild manner.

Where is there a little bit of white hair?

Mu Qiye said irritably: "Anyway, your youngest son will never come back..."

He seemed to have thought of something and turned his face and said, "I know that money cannot compensate everything, but...at least money can give people comfort. I will give up my inheritance as compensation for you."

Meng Busan put down his hand and pulled the corner of his mouth, "How do I know if you are lying to me?"
To be continued...