The next door boss that I missed in those years

Zheng Yu was so proud that he finally couldn't help it.He ordered the other disciples to back off, and when he turned around, he attracted a dazed Qi Si.

He whispered, "Do you still remember the tricks I gave you before the competition?"

Qi Si nodded, and asked suspiciously: "Master, didn't you let me use it again?"

Zheng Yu smiled: "Today is an exception, go, break the formation."

Qi Si understood, closed his eyes and drew a few spells with both hands, transformed countless golden arrows, and rushed towards the protective formation controlled by his soul.

Meng Qiyan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt covered in cold sweat and exposed.

I'll fuck you, this trick is too cruel.

The golden arrow pierced into the magic circle, and countless white lights wrapped around the golden arrow to resist Qi Si's spirit.

Of course, Qi Si was struggling, and Meng Qiyan was very uncomfortable.

Meng Qiyan felt his head ache and felt that the magic circle he had set up was corroding his soul.Meng Qiyan gritted her teeth tightly, but still felt numb all over.In the end, he slowly withdrew the protective formation, and he couldn't bear it any longer.

Seeing that the formation was withdrawn, Qi Si frowned, and his movements froze. Just as Meng Qiyan took a deep breath to prepare to slow down, the distant wind beside him rushed over.

Good apprentice, you really have eyesight.

Yaofeng's whip hit Qi Si's spirit firmly, and Meng Qiyan almost whipped it in pain.

Meng Qiyan felt that the eyes were colorful, his eyes were covered with mist, and his mind was blank.

Qi Sihuajian and Yaofeng faced each other, all the disciples from Xuanqingmen ran over to help, and all the disciples from Tianyunzong also rolled up their sleeves.

The situation suddenly got out of control and turned into a melee.

Meng Qiyan quickly felt the attacks of his apprentice's various moves and magical weapons in severe pain, and it was still dozens of times.He bit his lips tightly in pain, blood slowly oozing out.

When Meng Qiyan saw that Zheng Yu made Qi Si fight with his soul, he knew that Zheng Yu probably already knew about it, and this was forcing him to admit that he had saved Qi Si.

How did this grandson know, and how much did he know? Meng Qiyan felt that it was no longer important. Now he was depressed because Zheng Yu knew about it and forced him in such a ruthless way. It seems that what he did a few days ago was too much up.

But what about gratitude?What about guilt?Regret it?Why is there only anger left!

Why did he provoke Zheng Yu? He regretted it to death.

Meng Qi evened out his violent panting, and shouted while supporting the doorpost: "Stop it!"

The words of the head of Tianyun Sect still carry weight, the fight in front paused, and there were still a few confiscated spells still flying around.

Meng Qiyan leaned against the pillar, gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone...all...are messing around...you are not allowed...you are not allowed to fight..."

Wang Xia beside him rushed over to support Meng Qiyan who was about to faint, and asked in a low voice: "Master, are you okay, where are you hurt?"

Meng Qiyan wanted to say, I am heartbroken.

The other disciples of Sky Cloud Sect were all very strange, they didn't see their own sect take the initiative, why were they injured?

Zheng Yu couldn't bear to look at Meng Qiyan with a pale face, but...

He couldn't believe that this kid didn't admit it like this.

Meng Qiyan pushed Wangxia away, stood still, and stared fiercely at Zheng Yu, who looked triumphant: "Okay... just check it... Let them Xuanqingmen go away..."

His old injury hasn't healed yet, and if he goes on, he will really have to explain to everyone in the two sects.

Zheng Yu took a step forward to pull Qi Si over, and looked at Meng Qiyan with a smile: "Then trouble the suzerain to move forward and discuss in detail."

"Fuck you!" Meng Qiyan was so angry that his wound was numb for a while, and he pointed at Zheng Yu and began to scold, "You have nothing to do...do you have to solve it together today? I really..."

Yes, it is to force you to admit it while the iron is hot.

Yao Feng raised his whip in dissatisfaction: "What's the point with them? If you beat them back, it's over..."

"Don't do anything!" Meng Qiyan was furious.

His apprentice's IQ is up to anyone, the Xuanqing sect is angry with him, and his own people are also angry with him.

When Meng Qiyan closed his eyes, he felt that the sky was dark and the ground was dark, and his feet were soft. Zheng Yu rushed to help him, and Yi Yun subconsciously gave Zheng Yu a palm, which was blocked by Qi Si.

Qi Si felt a tightness in his chest, and Meng Qiyan spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yiyun was frightened and stupid, what's going on?I obviously didn't move Master...

In his heart, Meng Qiyan hacked several apprentices into pieces, his face lost all color, and he took a step back to lean on Wangxia.

"It's...it's okay, Lu... Headmaster Lu, follow me to the inner hall..."

I admit it, I lose.

Meng Qiyan pushed away the flustered Wangxia, turned around and walked towards the inner hall, within a few steps, his eyes went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

Zheng Yu stepped forward to catch the fallen Meng Qiyan, hugged him horizontally, and asked the stunned disciples beside him: "Where is the inner hall?"

Yiyun stammered: "Master Lu...you...you are not in line with the rules..."

Zheng Yu's eyes turned cold: "If you don't want your master to die, lead the way!"

What?

Yaofeng looked dissatisfied: "Master Lu, is it thanks to you that our master has become like this?"

"Yes, the thief shouted, "Stop the thief."

"unacceptable!"

Meng Qiyan in Zheng Yu's arms heard the quarrel, opened his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand to hold the big apprentice, his voice was very low.

"Yiyun...take him...to the inner hall...don't fight anymore...listen...be obedient..."

Yiyun's eye circles turned red all of a sudden, he nodded, glanced at Zheng Yu with a stern face, and led him to the inner room of Chengyue Pavilion.

As soon as Zheng Yu entered the door, he smelled a strong scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, and he knew it immediately.He directly set up a restraint, and also set up a hidden formation, and gently placed Meng Qiyan on the bed. Meng Qiyan lay on the bed and coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood, looking up at the silent Zheng Yu beside him.

"Lu Cong, you... are really... cruel..."

Zheng Yu patted Meng Qiyan's back lightly, his voice was very soft: "Thank you for the compliment, shouldn't this be the way you treat your enemies?"

Who told you, Meng Qiyan, to be my enemy.

Meng Qiyan broke away from Zheng Yu's hand and stared at him: "You are also my enemy."

Zheng Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled badly: "Aren't I trying to prove the innocence of Xuanqingmen?"

"Don't even think about it!" Meng Qiyan gritted his teeth.

Zheng Yu suddenly grabbed Meng Qiyan's hand, pressed him on the bed, and said with a sneer, "Why not? Are you scared? I'm afraid that the Xuanqingmen are innocent, so you, Meng Qiyan, won't be able to hate me?"

Meng Qiyan put his other hand against Zheng Yu, his eyes were full of sternness, "No matter what, you Xuanqingmen are by no means innocent."

Zheng Yu laughed even harder, leaned over to look at Meng Qiyan, and asked frivolously: "Then should I thank the suzerain for his selflessness and risk my life to save an enemy?"

He really knew.

However, Meng Qiyan still insisted on his last step to be stubborn, and he couldn't lose too badly if he lost.

"Master Lu, evidence."

Zheng Yu looked at him helplessly, still speaking stubbornly.

He drew the formula with his left hand, and Meng Qiyan knew it at a glance, it was a forbidden technique to explore the soul.

OK, I admit it.

"it's me."

Finally admitted.

Meng Qiyan was like a proud swan, Zheng Yu tried his best and finally pulled his head down.

The reason why Zheng Yu wanted to force Meng Qiyan to admit it was not only because he was annoyed by what Meng Qiyan did before, but also because he wanted Meng Qiyan to see his heart clearly.

If you like someone, you shouldn't hide from them.

"Then I'm surprised, what kind of kindness did the suzerain show, why did you save my apprentice, why did you keep silent?" Zheng Yu's words were like a knife, directly piercing into Meng Qiyan's weakness.

A large part of the reason why he kept hiding from Zheng Yu was that he couldn't answer this question.

Zheng Yu saw Meng Qiyan's faded lips move a few times, his slightly red eyes slowly closed, and said softly, "I regret it."

Oh, dead duck.

Zheng Yu pressed him even tighter, and said with a sneer, "You only answered the first question, why did you hide it from me?"

Meng Qiyan closed his eyes and ignored him.

"You look at me and talk!"

Because I'm cheap, so you can love Qi Si with peace of mind, and I can hate you with peace of mind.

Then secretly like you.

A tear rolled down the corner of Meng Qiyan's eyes, and he murmured: "Because I hate you, I want you...to make you hate me..."

Meng, you are good enough.

Zheng Yu suddenly held Meng Qiyan's shoulder and kissed it directly.

Meng Qiyan's eyes suddenly widened, and his head, which was already in pain, stopped completely.

Meng Qiyan's lips smelled like sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, which was an irresistible scent for Zheng Yu.

Meng Qiyan wanted to push Zheng Yu away, but he was bored, so he could only let him kiss wantonly.

Is he belittled?

The paintings in the study room, the inexplicable kiss, the scheming game.

Meng Qiyan felt that his guess was correct, and Zheng Yu liked him.

Meng Qiyan smiled wryly in his heart, even if he had known about it 200 years earlier, it would not have reached the point of no return today.

The most worrying thing in this world is to turn a lover into an enemy, and then turn an enemy into a lover.

Coincidentally, he, Meng Qiyan, has changed several times.

The author has something to say: Meng Qiyan: "Hahahaha, my enemy likes me, hahahahaha, so happy."

Zheng Yu: "Hehe."