After the door opened, Meng Yuyan walked out of the inside, her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were raised. From a distance, she could see the resentment around her, just like a demon and ghost that appeared in broad daylight, with a frightening background.

But when she saw who the person was, she suddenly felt like a spring breeze blew over all the negative states, and she immediately smiled and jogged all the way with her skirt.

"Hero, you are here!" Meng Yuyan happily pulled the door and greeted Thirteen very well, "Why did you come here at this time? It's so hard for them to wait for you."

This enthusiasm made Thirteen feel a little too late to rub his hands, as if he had agreed to have time for a visit with his lover for the first time. But at this critical moment, the man was late, for fear of being thinking about something bad, so he could only try his best to explain: "Ah... that... some things were delayed. Actually, I... that one has arrived long ago... near your house, and happened to see that person... who came... Ah! Meng Xian, I just chatted a few more words..."

In fact, Meng Yuyan is not ugly, has fair skin, a little plump figure, and is not very short. In the eyes of most people, she can be regarded as a beauty.

Just as soon as he saw her, Thiran involuntarily thought of Meng Xiyao. She was the beauty who was the best in Yangzhou back then. Meng Yuyan was naturally not as good as Meng Xiyao's daughter, and Meng Yuyan did not inherit her parents' appearance. Thiran saw her appearance and felt indescribable in her heart.

Maybe... it's the kind of feeling of raising a cat, which was soft and cute when I was a child, but when I grew up, it turned into a big meat ball.

After explaining in a mess, Thirteen bent over slightly and asked carefully: "What's the matter that hasn't been delayed?"

Meng Dong's fear and Meng Xian's fear were all penetrated into Thirteen's heart at this time. In addition, the visual impact just now made people really scared.

"I have nothing to delay." Meng Yuyan only felt that Thirteen's attitude was very strange. She frowned slightly and complained a little, "It's just that my maids don't know what to do, and no one talks with me. It's just too boring."

"It's all right now. I'll have something to do after you come."

While talking, Meng Yuyan smiled and pulled down the flying knife from the door panel. It seemed that it was not good at all.

However, Shisan was not idle in his heart, thinking hard about the young lady's temper—

As her identity, the Meng family and her generation are probably all middle-aged and have no time to play with a child. Those who are similar to her age are probably people of extremely low generations. They can only be respectful when they meet and treat them as elders. Therefore, Meng Xian is so afraid, right?

Thirteen adjusted his rational emotions and smiled: "Thirteen's main responsibility is to be responsible for the safety of the young lady. This matter was personally explained by the shopkeeper Meng Da. Thirteen must do his best."

After putting on his serious face, he changed to a slightly older friend: "Apart from that, Miss, do you need any place to talk casually, so that you can do it for you."

"Really?" Meng Yuyan was so happy that she seemed to be in full bloom. Without waiting for Thirteen to make a promise, she grabbed his arm and walked into the house. "With your help, things will be easier."

Thiran, who followed, asked casually: "I wonder if Miss Meng has something to do, need Thiran's help?"

"Oh, don't be so distant, just call me Yuyan."

Only parents and relatives can call out the name of a woman directly. If someone else says something about her, only those who are secretly acquainted with her heart are qualified. Meng Yuyan is so familiar with her, which makes Thirteen feel sad: No! She won’t fall in love with me, right?

Thirteen could only refuse and said, "This is not very good..."

"It's okay. My friends call me Yuyan, but I... I don't have a few friends... My grandfather has a bad temper and is tough. The families in the city have no private communication except for having business relationships with the Meng family, and I don't have those so-called close friends."

"Then I... call you Miss Meng with a commonly used name in the world."

"Miss Meng~~It sounds nice~~It sounds much better than Miss Meng."

"That's good……"

As she spoke, Meng Yuyan's tone was a little disappointed again, "There was a pretty good one before... but I heard that her family offended the Tang family and was..."

The reason why Meng Dong did not interact with other aristocratic families was probably a large part of the reason that he was not Meng Dong at all. After all, he made many mistakes. Anyway, he was old, so he just pretended to be a smelly and hard stone to save too much trouble.

As an old world, Thirteen had very little contact with people from the great aristocratic families, and they still had a certain degree of accuracy in their temper. Listening to Meng Yuyan's complaint, he immediately said in an indifferent tone: "Miss Meng, the relationship between the great aristocratic families is for the sake of profit. It is better to find ordinary people than to be friends with them. Maybe it's more intimate and pure."

"Yes, yes! You're right." This very hypocritical word was approved by Meng Yuyan, "so I'm going to make such friends next!"

"Then you plan to... die young!" Just as he was about to continue the topic, Thirteen and Meng Yuyan entered the room. Seeing the situation inside, they immediately exclaimed.

She is worthy of being the eldest lady of the weapon family...

The boudoir of ordinary girls is mostly made of embroidery tools and materials, and those with a little talent may have guqins and chessboards. The young lady has various weapons in her room.

The weapons stands on the ground are inserted with spears, iron sticks, big swords, and moji swords and shields on the side. There are long and short swords hanging on the walls.

Others put paintings in big bottles, and there are various strange weapons here, and the cabinets are also iron rings, boxing gloves, and boxes of different sizes. There is no doubt that they must be hidden weapons and mechanisms.

What is even more unique is that these weapons are not new, most of them are old, and a little newer ones are also scarred, and some are even broken.

Weapons are used to kill people. Since they are old objects, it means that the swords and weapons in the whole room are covered with blood. In other words, there is no way to know how many unjust souls are entangled in each item.

No wonder this yard is so heartbreaking just looking at it...

Thirteen pointed at the weapons all over the room and asked, "Miss Meng, are all the things in this room collected by you?"

"Yes. Grandpa doesn't let me practice martial arts. I'm bored and can only find something else to do." Meng Yuyan pressed the flying knife pulled from the door into the rectangular box placed on the table. "There are no other things in the Meng family, and there are the most old weapons. People often take old things to the store to sell. I occasionally go there and take them back to play when I see them."

"Fun...Miss Meng's preferences are really unique..."

...The thing in your hand, at least tens of thousands of people died on the top back then!!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!