Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Facing the landlady who was full of grief and anger and scolding him, Meng Zhao acted very calmly and said with a smile,

"You're right, my behavior doesn't look very honorable.

But if not, how can we make a heroine like you who is willing to die obediently? "

Meng Zhao never narrowly defines himself as a hero or a villain. A hero is upright, but too majestic and upright, but can easily be plotted by others; a villain is despicable, but too dabbled in conspiracies, and can easily fall into a strange circle and fail to achieve success.

He also never believed that heroes are always bright and villains are always dark, because man himself is a very complex and contradictory creature. Everything he does is only out of his own heart and seeks the best for himself. Interests.

It may be more appropriate to describe him as a hero.

Just like this boss lady, he knew that the other party was not afraid of death and would choose death to block the possibility of leaking secrets. Therefore, he had to adopt such a disgraceful method to capture the other party.

Facts have also proved that Meng Zhao's approach was not wrong. At least for now, this woman can only live her life. Everything else is completely out of her control, even if she wants to die.

The landlady watched helplessly as Meng Zhao approached her, her bright eyes filled with hatred and unwillingness. Of course, there was also uncontrollable fear and panic.

Meng Zhao walked up to the woman, pushed her gently, and threw Xiaonan's body aside, which was leaning in front of the landlady. Then he stretched out his hand to pinch her smooth and white neck in an evil manner, and slowly applied force.

It can be imagined that a very tall and strong man reaches out to grab the neck of a beautiful woman with a beautiful face and a hot figure. This image is very impactful.

Breathing became tense and difficult, and a strong sense of suffocation quickly filled the woman's heart. Her eyes rolled back involuntarily. Just as she was about to suffocate to death, Meng Zhao suddenly let go of his hand.

When Meng Zhao made this move, Big Beard and Zhu'er were also frightened. Although they couldn't bear it, they did not dare to say anything to persuade them. Whether it was fear or indifference, they were unwilling to face such a situation. Meng Zhao with great momentum and appearance.

Especially the bearded man, he felt that Meng Zhao's strong energy was not much different from the big men he had seen.

Giving the proprietress a strong sense of death pressure and suffocation, Meng Zhao did not rush to force her or ask anything, but suddenly turned around and left her where she was, seemingly not planning to do anything to her for the time being.

This seems a bit inexplicable, but in fact it is also a psychological game. After all, what is visible is often not scary, and what is mysterious and unpredictable is the most frightening.

Furthermore, the proprietress had been able to put life and death aside before, so she could not rule out a momentary fever. Give her some time and wait for her to calm down. Meng Zhao believed that there would be better results.

Of course, while the boss lady was calming down, Meng Zhao planned to deal with another person and force him to get some information about his immediate life safety.

When we arrived at the door of the tavern, the cold wind blew in and hit people's faces, as sharp as a knife.

Lu Haochun, who was lying on the ground breathing slowly, saw Meng Zhao walking towards him and coughed up blood with excitement, his eyes full of fear and despair.

Bearded Man and Zhu Er faced the oncoming Meng Zhao. They did not dare to take a breath and hurriedly stepped aside. They seemed to respect and fear Meng Zhao.

Ignoring the two of them, Meng Zhao came to Lu Haochun, squatted down very simply, less than a foot away from the severely injured and disabled disciple of the Demon Lord Hall, narrowed his eyes into crescents, and said with a smile,

"Poisonous scholar, Lu Haochun, let's call you Lu Xiucai! I heard that you have been looking for me, Lu Xiucai?

I don’t know what’s going on. Can you tell Mr. Meng? "

He acted more amiable than ever before, but Lu Haochun was only physically injured, but his brain was not demented. The physical pain only stimulated his spirit to become more active.

He knew that there was no essential difference between falling into the hands of the proprietress and her gang and falling into the hands of Meng Zhao. In short, the hope of survival was very slim, but he had to work hard for this slim hope.

"Ahem, yes, the villain is just following the master's orders and has no intention of harming Master Meng."

People under low eaves had to lower their heads. Even when facing Xu Lezi, the candidate for the Holy Son of the Demon Lord Palace, he never called him "Father", but when facing Meng Zhao, he lowered his head.

Self-esteem, vanity, resentment, hatred, all these emotions are of no help to him at the moment. Only shameless flattery and pleasing the other party can survive.

Meng Zhao's smile became even more cheerful, and he stretched out his long fingers and pressed them on the hilt of the dagger that penetrated Lu Haochun's abdomen. The force was not strong, but the friction and tearing sensation caused caused Lu Haochun to cry out in pain, and his eyes almost cracking.

After a period of rapid wheezing, Lu Haochun used his lifelong perseverance to hold back the pain and showed Meng Zhao a smile that was even more twisted and ugly than crying.

"Hey, Master Meng, you, what are you?"

Meng Zhao saw the opponent's abdominal wound was torn and bleeding, and he suppressed his smile. He didn't seem to have any obvious expression, but it made people feel more stressed.

"Your master is Qianjiao. The purpose of asking you to come to me is to arrest me. Is this what you mean by saying that he has nothing against me? It seems that Lu Xiucai is very loyal to Qianjiao."

Lu Haochun's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He never imagined that Meng Zhao not only knew his origins, but even told the truth about his master's existence. He also knew their purpose. Was this a traitor?

There was no time to guess which bastard leaked the news, Lu Haochun cried and said in pain,

"These are all orders from that old thief Qianjiao. The villain is just following orders. Master Meng knows the lesson. Master Meng knows the lesson.

The little one wants nothing now but a chance to survive. Whatever you want to know, the little one will tell you everything he knows. "

Only then did Meng Zhao pat Lu Haochun on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"He who knows the current affairs is a wise man. You are a smart man and very good.

There is a lot I want to know, but not a lot. Let me start with the specific arrangements for this operation.

Where are the Qianjiao people, who are they under, and where are they distributed... and what is your contact method with each other, no matter how detailed it is, tell them all. "

Lu Haochun immediately realized that although the other party knew that they were hunting him, they didn't know much.

Only then did I want to ask him for more specific information.

Could this help him bargain?

However, when Lu Haochun and Meng Zhao looked at each other with their unusual-looking purple pupils, all their little thoughts immediately disappeared. They suppressed all the complicated emotions and reluctantly said,

"Back to Master Meng, the old thief Qianjiao should be hiding in Datong Town at this time..."

Lu Haochun is a smart man, and he knows very well that Meng Zhao is definitely not a weak and incompetent person. If he wants to threaten the other party, he will only get humiliated.