Chapter: 2999

There are still some forces like him.

This made the martial arts circle in Xiangjiang feel turbulent for a while, and some martial artists looked like foreign masters, so they had to become cautious in recent days.

Nine o'clock in the morning on Friday.

Chen Changqing sat on the roof of Teacher Mengmeng's building, looking at the distant sky, with a sad face, smoking a cigarette.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a figure quickly arrived in front of him.

It wasn't Lu Xiong, but Zhao Feng. With an angry expression on his face, Zhao Feng said in a deep voice:

"Brother Qing, I just received news that the head of the Heavenly Pill Sect wants us to take out a kind of fetish to offset my master's crime of beheading their elders, otherwise, they have the intention of making trouble."

"Huh?" Chen Changqing's eyes turned cold: "Where are they?"

"I haven't arrived in Xiangjiang yet, but I heard that I have set off from the sect, and I expect to arrive this afternoon." Zhao Feng's expression moved: "This is already the third wave."

"Hmph!" Chen Changqing snorted coldly: "A group of rats who only dare to speak, but hide their heads and show their tails!"

Chen Changqing knew that this group of people was just waiting for the strong western enemy to come, and they were making trouble in the rear, but now they dare not even face each other.

He had long wanted to destroy one or two forces to gain prestige, but the other party didn't give him a chance.

This made Chen Changqing even more annoyed, but there was nothing he could do, and the pressure on his heart was also increasing.

Especially when Ziyan came in, she was in a bad state, and she fell into a coma from time to time, but every day when Mengmeng went to school, she always cheered up and followed her to see her off, and she also forcibly sat aside when school was over.

But during the day, he was always in a coma and didn't think about eating or drinking, which made other people anxious.

Everyone knows that she washes her face with tears every day.

The same is true for Rong Jiaxin and others. Something happened to the backbone, and they are all in a bit of a mess. Fortunately, there are the God of War of the Chen family and Ge Xingkong sitting here.

Time passed slowly.

Seven o'clock the next morning.

Mengmeng opened her eyes beside Ziyan.

The little guy woke up.

"Forehead?"

Mengmeng stared blankly, rubbed her eyes in a daze, and opened them again: "Where's Papa?"

Immediately, the little guy's hands gently pushed Zi Yan's shoulders: "Ma Ma, Ma Ma, didn't Papa come back today, there is no one! Ma Ma."

Under Mengmeng's voice, Zi Yan slowly opened her eyes, she was a little tired, her eyes were sad, and her voice was a little hoarse: "Your father...he may come back before dark."

"Hmph." Mengmeng suddenly became unhappy, sitting on the bed with her mouth pouted, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, the door opened, and Rong Jiaxin, who was sleeping next door, heard Mengmeng's words and rushed over immediately.

"Mengmeng has woken up, come here, auntie will take you to wash your face, your mother is sick, we all told you to be obedient." Rong Jiaxin looked at Zi Yan's state and sighed in her heart, and walked to Mengmeng.

One sentence filled Mengmeng's watery eyes with tears: