The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 222 Aquaman Escape From Marriage vs Tsundere Crematorium 112

   "We are not the same people." She answered simply and without any hesitation.

   "Xie Xun has been looking for you."

"I know."

  Xie Xun should have known Meng Tangan's true identity earlier than Pei Yanzhi, but his reaction was very strange, Pei Yanzhi said lightly: "He treats you—"

   Before he finished speaking, Lin Zhengyuan came over: "Xie Xun is here."

  Xie Xun found this place so quickly, which was unexpected.

  Lin Zhengyuan originally wanted to make Xie Xun panic for two days, and he was in chaos.

   Between them, either you die or I die.

  Xie Xun knew the biggest secret. If he doesn't die here, Lin Zhengyuan will die in the future!

  The secret way is his hard work, and he has a large number of people. He is afraid that he will not be able to defeat the weak Xie Xun?

   There were screams outside, Lin Zhengyuan was confident, and said to the woman: "Tang An, accompany me to witness this moment."

   Meng Tangan got up and walked out.

   A method like Xie Xun will come across sooner or later, and Meng Tangan doesn't care if it's too early or late.

   Knives, lights, swords and shadows, flesh and blood flying.

   The secret passage is dark and cold.

   Numerous men, holding sharp blades, gradually approached the figure in the middle.

  Tianmeng Village did not see any young and strong men. It turned out that they were all guarding grain and grass in the secret passage.

The man stood among the corpses on the ground, dressed in red, the color brighter than blood, with a cold profile, holding a sword in one hand, blood dripping down, not very real, the firelight depicting half-bright eyebrows, Arrogant and dignified, as always.

   Meng Tangan came from a distance, did not dodge or dodge, and looked at him calmly.

  Xie Xun didn't seem to have changed, as if he had just seen him for the first time.

   "Xie Xun, how dare you come here alone!" Lin Zhengyuan and Xie Xun confronted each other head-to-head, with a cold and ruthless expression on their warm face in the past, disdainful, "It's really self-defeating!"

  The man seemed to carelessly lifted his eyes, his eyes were like an abyss under his long eyelashes, without the slightest affection, reflecting the bright and extinguishing firelight, he didn't look at Lin Zhengyuan at all, his eyes stayed heavily on the woman next to him—

  The slender figure The white skirt is light and completely different. The silhouette is thin and slender, with curved eyebrows and eyes, very indifferent and alienated.

  She covered her face with a veil, Xie Xun didn't need to see that face clearly, he could recognize it at a glance!

   Meng, Tang, An!

   She was standing beside Lin Zhengyuan, looking at it like this, the two of them were talented and beautiful, a match made in heaven and could not be ignored.

   He had looked for so many places, but he came across it here!

  Xie Xun clasped the hilt with his long fingers, and with a little force, it was faintly white.

  No one knew what he was thinking, even though the mountains were roaring in his heart, his face was indifferent and peaceful, his eyes were cold, he could almost tear people apart, and he was extremely aggressive and oppressive.

   word by word.

"come over."

   To whom it is said, it is self-evident.

   Meng Tangan didn't respond yet, Lin Zhengyuan's anger that had been suppressed in his heart for so long erupted, his voice echoed in the secret passage, and there was an echo.

   "Xie Xun, do you think it's still in the past?! Tang An approached you because of me! She loves me and wants to kill you. What do you think you are?"

   Hundreds of people around held sharp blades and aimed at Xie Xun in the firelight. The tip of the blade showed a cold light under the fire, and it could penetrate the body at any time.

  The atmosphere is tense and ready to fire.

   The person standing in the center was unmoved, his eyes crossed Lin Zhengyuan and fell on Meng Tangan.

   He was waiting for her to walk towards her.

What does    care about with her?

   As long as she comes over, it's all over.

   only, want, her, come, come.

  Xie Xun almost gnashed his teeth and thought in his heart dripping with blood.

   One second, two seconds.

   The passage of time cannot be seen here, the torches on the walls on both sides flicker on and off, everyone's thoughts are buried in the deepest, and no one can see the face of the other.

   Meng Tangan stood beside Lin Zhengyuan, her skirt fluttered slightly, her eyebrows and eyes were calm and gentle, the same as before, nothing changed.

   Just don't love him anymore.

  The two looked at each other in silence.

   She raised her brows and showed a smile that Xie Xun was most familiar with, so affectionate and touching.

  Xie Xun's fingertips tensed, and his heart relaxed slightly.

   She didn't do anything, her voice was soft and soft from Jiangnan, just like calling him Xunlang countless times, this time: "Xu Beihou, this game is over."

   Between her and him, it's over.

  The choice is clear.

   "Game?" With just two words, Xie Xun was pushed to the steep edge of the glacier, so cold that his heart stagnated and his voice was hoarse, "Do you think it is a game?"

   This time, he saw those eyes clearly, with long eyelashes and clear eyes. The eyes looking at him were familiar and unfamiliar, smiling and defensive, but there was no love at all.

   Countless days and nights, sharing the same bed, she used to look at him with affectionate eyes.

  It was only now that he really knew that she didn't see him at all.

   Meng Tang's eyes were the most deceptive, and the peach blossom eyes were the most affectionate. When she didn't smile, she seemed to be in love, let alone deliberately deceived.

   "Yes." She looked at him without pausing, not even a moment's hesitation.

   Lin Zhengyuan's heart was warm, even though he knew that Meng Tangan would definitely choose him, he was still uneasy for a moment.

   They have been together for ten years, how could Xie Xun be able to compare them?

   "Xie Xun." Lin Zhengyuan said with a smile, the triumphant gesture of the winner, "You shouldn't have stopped me, you brought it upon yourself to die now."

   He raised his hand and ordered: "Kill—!"

  "???" Qi Lou squatted on Meng Tangan's shoulder, "Are you really going to watch it?"

   "Whatever you look at, you can't die." Meng Tangan's eyes wandered, adding to the autumnal mood, and her tone was extraordinarily gentle.

  Qi Lou has never seen such a ruthless woman: "One day husband and wife are a hundred days of kindness."

   "But he and I didn't go to church. The male and female are unmarried, and they were born free. What kind of husband and wife?" She puffed out her cheeks, very innocent.

   Qi Lou fell silent, thinking of what happened in the capital, he didn't know if he should tell her.

   This man's behavior is entirely up to his heart, he couldn't understand it: "Aren't you going to run?"

   "Can I run away? He's here to catch me. He can find Tianmeng Village and other places."

   Meng Tangan was not salty or bland, looking at the figure in red in the **** storm.

   "Xie Xun is just unwilling to let him stop this idea."

   Being entangled by an ex-boyfriend is really a very distressing thing, and Meng Tangan doesn't want to experience it a second time.

  Lin Zhengyuan shot and fought with Xie Xun, and the other secret guards swarmed up and aimed the tip of the knife at Xie Xun.

   For a time, the air was filled with a thick smell of blood, which was disgusting, and the corpse was like a mountain!

   He was only one person.

Meng Tangan frowned, feeling that the smell of blood was really too unpleasant. With her long and delicate fingers, she took a step back while pinching the hem of the snow-white skirt. Her nails were clean and shiny, and the skirt was not stained with any blood. She stood quietly in the corner. watching this life-and-death battle.

   Her body is too clean and out of tune with the **** storm.

  A white coat, not stained with dust.

  It should be a canary kept in chains in a beautiful and luxurious golden cage, and a rose kept in a precious velvet box.

   Born to be held in the palm of your hand.

   A corpse slammed into Meng Tangan!

   (end of this chapter)