The fairy godmother got the villain script

Chapter 69 Tell Me Who Is Meng Yang

"Look, this flower is so beautiful, I'll pick it for you."

"Oh, don't be angry, well, I promise, I will never beat him again."

"Hahahaha, you are so stupid, how could I get hurt, you are scared by me."

"Okay, you are playing with me, right? You wait."

Meng Yang seemed to have fallen into an endless quagmire.

The man's voice was everywhere.

Small pieces, broken pieces, whispering in the darkness, surrounding her.

She is happy, she is very happy, she is laughing and making trouble with someone.

The clearer the voice, the more unbearable the pain in Meng Yang's heart, as if there were countless densely packed silver needles, all poking into her heart.

Again and again, hard poking!

It hurts so much!
Who, exactly who is speaking?

Stop talking, stop talking, shut up!Shut up!

Just when she was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe, the voice from the void suddenly changed!
"Go away!!!"

"Wei Young, I don't agree! I don't agree!"

"Wei Young, please, don't!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Why!! Why!!"

what happened?
what happened.

Laughter turned to whimpering.

She's crying, she's in pain!
Meng Yang is eager to know.

What's wrong with you, why are you crying.

But no one answered her.

The man was crying, crying all the time.

Sadness was as sticky as substance, wrapping Meng Yang, making her almost unable to breathe.

Don't cry, don't cry.

pain!it hurts!

what! !

what! ! !
Just when Meng Yang's whole body was torn apart by some existence in the night, the pain made her feel like she was about to break apart.

In the endless night, a burst of white light flashed in front of her eyes, and in an instant, the tormented Meng Yang finally stopped crying.

Meng Yang subconsciously followed Bai Guang and ran forward. She ran very fast, running faster and faster.

It seemed...someone was waiting for her there.

The white light gradually enlarged in front of the eyes, as if connecting to another world.

At the junction of black and white, Meng Yang jumped over without any hesitation.

The scenery overlaps, suddenly enlightening.

The glare of the sun made her unable to open her eyes.

She blocked the light with her hands, blinked sour tears, and looked outside through the gaps between her fingers.

Blue sky, white clouds.

Thatched cottages and flower beds.

A big tree with luxuriant branches stands there, under the tree is the familiar stone table and stone bench.

Isn't this the place she saw in the questioning array?
The monk said.

Asking that she could see the things she was most attached to in the array, she didn't understand why she saw this strange place without memory.

But now, she unexpectedly came here again.

Meng Yang felt her head hurt even more.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, with an inexplicable but pleasant fragrance in the wind, lingering at the tip of Meng Yang's nose, all of a sudden soothing her discomfort.

Someone said with a smile.

"Look at you, it's dirty."

The sound came from the thatched hut.

Meng Yang raised her head eagerly, and only then did she realize that it was a bright day with sunshine just now, but at some point, the sun and the moon turned around, and there were actually stars all over the sky.

Candles flicker from the windows of thatched huts.

Under the flickering candlelight, a slender figure was reflected on the window.

"What are you looking at stupidly, come in." The man said.

Meng Yang's nose was sour, and tears filled her eyes instantly.

She was eager to see this man's face clearly, and was eager to ask her.

Who are you, where is this, why...

There are thousands of thoughts and countless questions.

She stepped forward quickly and walked straight towards the door.

Click.

Something appeared under her feet, and she kicked it far away.

"what!"

Meng Yang knelt on the ground in pain.

At that moment just now, she felt as if she had been cut in two, from the waist.

She looked up with difficulty.

Under the moonlight, she could see clearly.

It was a broken sword.

The black and worn hilt, the broken blade that is no longer sharp.

Half of the sword tip lay in front of Meng Yang's feet, while the other half was kicked forward by Meng Yang.

It... broke...

Obviously should...should...

What should be?
All her eyes could not help but stick to the sword, looking at the decayed broken sword, great sadness seemed to overflow from her chest.

It hurts, it hurts, I can't breathe...

A strong sense of powerlessness swept over her whole body, and she couldn't hold on any longer!

"What's the matter? What are you dawdling outside?"

The people in the room felt a little helpless, stood up and walked out.

Meng Yang lay on the ground, dying to watch the figure moving towards the door.

help me……

She was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, and the vitality in her body was rapidly draining.

Finally, the man walked to the door, and the purple skirt quietly protruded a little from the room.

Just when the man's feet stepped out of the threshold, he was about to come out, and Meng Yang could see her soon.

"Jigougougou~~~Meng Yang!!!!!!!!! Wake up for me!"

The sharp and piercing voice exploded in Meng Yang's ears like a bolt from the blue.

She subconsciously opened her eyes wide.

The broken sword, the thatched cottage, the candlelight, the figure of the man, like a broken jigsaw puzzle, snapped and broke before her eyes.

gone! !

people! ! !

His vision fell into darkness again.

There's nothing left.

Meng Yang's weak body erupted with amazing strength, and she stretched out her hand in panic and grabbed it forward.

"Where are you! Where are you!!!"

"Meng Yang, wake up."

Someone grabbed her hand and pulled her forward.

Following this forward force, her body, which was immersed in the darkness, completely escaped.

Suffocation, pain, and weakness as if she was dying, all left her at the moment of separation.

She saw Brother Ji and Yu Feng, and she escaped.

She was overwhelmed by the heavy grief that was still tormenting her.

Brother Ji shook his head, his small eyes stared straight at Meng Yang with undisguised complacency.

"You are crying, don't play tricks on me, I saved your life just now, you know it!"

Meng Yang didn't slow down, and was still crying in a daze.

Her rationality knew that those just now were illusions.

But her heart was immersed in it, painful, sad, and unable to extricate herself.

Who is Wei Young?

Who is speaking?

Who is the woman in the house?
What does Broken Sword have to do with her? Why does she always see that thatched cottage?

Yu Feng handed over a water bag.

"This is the spiritual spring of our sect. It can refresh your mind. Drink some."

Meng Yang raised his head suddenly when he heard his voice.

She remembered, the source of everything is Yu Feng!

The moment this idea came up, Meng Yang summoned Liu Guang almost without thinking.

The streamer sword pointed at Yu Feng with a cold killing intent.

Under Yu Feng's silent gaze, Meng Yang gritted his teeth and said word by word.

"Tell me, who is Wei Young, if you dare not tell me, I will let you die!"

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