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Chapter 298 Gentle fragrance? (seeking subscription)

On that day, an extremely astonishing battle broke out in the main street of the northern district of the county.

The strongmen of the Meng family fought fiercely with the seven monsters of Minshan who attacked the convoy for a long time, each showed their special abilities, and finally defeated them.

As a result, the Meng family only lost a few insignificant knights and black-scaled horses, while the seven monsters were seriously injured and left without a trace.

Even the most mysterious and unpredictable boss of the seven monsters was severely suppressed by Meng Jizu with Unrivaled Martial Arts.

Zhuo Fei resorted to taboo tricks to escape, and was almost beheaded on the spot.

But once this battle came out, the strength of the Meng family once again attracted people's attention. Its position as the overlord of Nan'an was confirmed and unshakable, especially the martial arts of the two brothers Meng Jizu and Meng Hongdao, which almost became the topic of conversation after dinner in the streets and alleys.

Even ordinary people who don't know martial arts and are not in the Jianghu can envy others to echo the vulgar but straightforward slang of "the red flag makes you awesome" when discussing with others, and then they will get the same approval as the hero.

Although Meng Zhao did not witness this battle in person, he also learned the details of the battle from Wang Tianlei. He was both regretful and fortunate, because even though Meng Jizu's arrangement was perfect, Meng Wen was still unlucky enough to be shocked by an innate residual force. I hurt my arm, and it's still bandaged and humming.

And judging from the result that all the seven monsters in Minshan escaped and none of them were beheaded, we knew that these were ruthless characters, absolutely different from ordinary innate masters.

Therefore, it is better not to go, at least to avoid trouble and danger, and to keep him in the best condition.

As for the aftermath, it was not easy to do. The entire street was almost demolished, and the damage caused was immeasurable. Unfortunately, there were also many people who had no time to escape, which was also a headache.

The county government is a bit awkward. Fortunately, the Meng family promised to pay a certain amount of compensation and bear a lot of expenses, and then began to restore people's livelihood. Nowadays, countless craftsmen are rushing to work day and night to reshape the new street, which has indirectly promoted The development of the construction industry in the county town.

On the penultimate day of the five-day period Meng Zhao estimated, the sky was overcast, with thick clouds like ink, slowly descending.

Outside the window, the strong wind howled and whimpered non-stop, and a cold current from north to south rolled in, blowing on people's faces like knives.

Accompanied by the rumbling sound of thunder, big raindrops fell on the ground, crackling and splashing countless water droplets. In just a moment, the entire county was filled with mist, and some low-lying places even accumulated a lot of clear water. The pedestrian stepped on it, and the entire lower body of the splash was wet with water.

The cold and cold outside was pouring rain, but it did not affect the environment inside the house at all.

Because the stove was lit up, the fire glowed red, making the room as warm as spring, with a burst of fragrant heat.

Meng Zhao was lying on his side on the couch covered with a soft woolen quilt, his head was resting on Han Lu's plump thighs, his legs were stretched out in a carefree figure-eight shape, and two pretty and clever little maids were taking his time to help him After the massage, her little face was flushed red due to physical exertion and the warmth of the room.

Holding an ancient book with a yellowish skin in his hand, he was reading aloud. From time to time, Han Lu fed a small red persimmon to his mouth. In the modern society, he is a proper youth in an abandoned house. Of course, he is the most enviable kind. which type.

Of course Meng Zhao is not an abandoned house, he just knows how to enjoy and enjoy everything he should enjoy.

After knocking on the door, Lu Le walked into the house wearing a shiny raincoat, glanced at Meng Zhao, frowned, a little worried about the state of his young master these days, and even looked at Han Lu with sharp eyes .

In the past, Meng Zhao practiced diligently and diligently. Although Lu Le felt distressed at times, he was very happy. God rewards hard work. The young master is like this. Maybe it will not take a few years to hit the innate. The future of martial arts is boundless. It is really the luck of the Meng family , the luck of the second room.

But for some reason in the past two days, Meng Zhao suddenly became lazy. He spent every day hanging out with Han Lu and a few little maids, enjoying the tenderness. Apart from reading, he didn't practice fists and kicks. Seeing that he was anxious to get angry, but he didn't dare to talk too much.

He is very clear about what kind of person Meng Zhao is. Being gentle with him does not mean he obeys him in business. Domineering people tend to be more self-centered, and his honest advice may not be effective if it is harsh.

Therefore, Lu Le can only hope that Meng Zhao can realize himself early and not indulge in the gentleness.

A man, a real man, is a true hero only if he bury his head in his ambition and hegemony.

As for the women, they are just embellishments in the Overlord's Way, and a tool for breeding the heir of the Overlord's Industry.

Well, as expected, if there is a master, there must be a servant. Meng Zhao is considered a straight man of steel thinking, while Lu Le is of the titanium alloy level. I don’t know if it’s because of his temperament, or whether Lu Zhong’s discipline has cultivated him. idea.

Of course, in Lu Le's heart, his young master is good in everything, he is a first-class hero, a nearly perfect person.

With such a lazy and ignorant behavior now, he must be bewitched by others, just like a slanderous minister in the court who deceives the emperor, or a confidante in the harem.

He claimed that he was not a slanderer, and Han Pu was respected and admired by him. Naturally, the number one candidate to take the blame fell on Han Lu.

Back then, he personally sent this woman to Meng Zhao's side, in order to let his young master have a caring person to take care of him.

It was also in the last few days that he suddenly had the idea of ​​whether he had done something wrong.

But when you think about it, it's not quite right.

People say that Ruanrou Township is a tomb of heroes, but Han Lu is not a coquettish and dissolute woman who draws blood and washes her marrow, let alone a person who is charmed and troubled. ?

Also, Han Lu performed well on weekdays, so why didn't she know how to persuade the young master as a close woman?
Han Lu didn't know what he was thinking, and if he knew it, he would have complained.

On the first day Meng Zhao stopped practicing, Han Lu asked about it, implicitly reminding that there is nothing to enjoy, but don’t miss the business. For mediocrity.

But Meng Zhao just smiled mysteriously, noncommittal, and didn't reveal more to her, but told him not to worry, this kind of life would not last long.

In fact, although Meng Zhao has never practiced boxing or kicking or exhaling internal strength, the energy and blood all over his body, the inner qi in his dantian, are surging at a strange and rapid speed all the time, and his body is in a mysterious transformation process.

It's not that he doesn't practice qigong, but practicing qigong under normal conditions will break this mysterious change, and he certainly won't kill the chicken to get the egg.

He also felt strange in this state, but thinking about it carefully, it should be due to the special blood of the Ziyuan dragon body.

After all, the fact that the bloodline has not been awakened does not mean that there are no abnormal characteristics, especially when he is in the most critical stage of laying the foundation.

Back then, the mephit could see that Meng Zhao's blood was abnormal through some superficial appearances and the exercises he had learned, which is a clear proof.

After scanning, Lu Le sighed lightly and restrained the sharpness of his eyes, and said in a slightly joyful tone,

"Master, that person has arrived, should I call him in?"

"Ah."

Meng Zhao didn't make any movement, just wrote a word lightly, then twisted the calligraphy with his hands, and turned to the next page.

(End of this chapter)