Seven ex-boyfriends came after pregnancy [Transmigration Book]

"...They are people from Misty Island." Shuo Meng exhaled lightly, and looked at Wen Xun cautiously, as if trying to find some other expressions on his face.

Wen Xun listened without saying a word, and was surprised for a moment after hearing that sentence.

He never thought that the original owner was actually the blood of Leng Xuanhu.In this way, wouldn't it have nothing to do with the Wen family?

None of the three spoke any more, and looked in that direction like theatergoers.

Leng Suwen frowned almost inaudibly, and said in an extremely calm tone: "He didn't save you not because you are the adopted son of the Leng family, but because you are too selfish and paranoid. Staying by Wen Xun's side like this will only harm Wen Xun. killed him."

These words are exactly the same as when describing Lantern Festival before, but whether it is for him or not, Wen Xun does not know.

"I'm selfish? Am I paranoid? How can you be any better?" Leng Huanzhao couldn't help but snorted coldly, and teased, "It's really unimaginable that you would speak for such a person. Have you forgotten? ? If it wasn't for him, your biological mother wouldn't have seduced| seduced his brother, and you wouldn't have existed."

He was obviously provoking the other party on purpose, and every word carried a stabbing thorn.

Hearing this, Wen Xun held his breath for a moment.This passage undoubtedly directly revealed Leng Suwen's life experience. His biological father was not Lengxuanhu, the Yaoxian, but Lengxuanhu's senior brother, the master of the God of Medicine Valley, the son of Tuanzi.

Another figure suddenly appeared in his mind, it was a middle-aged man with white hair and the owner of the East Street Medicine House.At that time, Leng Suwen called him 'Mr. Ran', but in fact, his identity was the legendary owner of the God of Medicine Valley.

Leng Suwen's face was pale, but he was not angry at his words, "I'm not speaking for him, I'm speaking for Axun. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to save you either."

"You..." Leng Huanzhao only uttered the word "you", the arc of the corner of his mouth continued to grow, and his laughter was particularly piercing, "You said that everything you did was for Wen Xun, but in the end you set up a trick to kill Deng Xiao .”

The sound of the conversation between the two came intermittently and drifted into the window of the teahouse.

In front of the window, stood three figures.

"I've also heard about Master Deng Shaozhuang." Said Meng was thinking about how to comfort him, but seeing Wen Xun stepping up to go out, he quickly asked, "Mr. Wen, where are you going?"

Wen Xun paused, and replied: "It's agreed to come to the appointment, it's time for me to show up."

He was worried that the dream would come out halfway, and added: "You stay here, I will go back when I go."

On the other side, their conversation continued.

Leng Suwen frowned unhappily, and defended himself: "Deng Xiao didn't die because of me, even if he died, he deserved to die."

Leng Huanzhao said indifferently: "If you let him know that those things were all done by you, what do you think Wen Xun will think? Do you think he cares more about Lantern Festival or about you?"

One question after another hit the other party's heart violently, and he was waiting, waiting to witness the other party's breakdown.

"No." Leng Suwen said firmly, "I won't let him know..."

Before he finished speaking, Leng Suwen's expression changed instantly.Because he saw Leng Huanzhao staring in one direction intently, he also followed his gaze.

Then, he saw Wen Xun.

Leng Huanzhao was still asking back, but his voice became more cheerful, "Really?"

Leng Suwen slowly turned the wheelchair, and shouted at Wen Xun: "Ah Xun..."

Wen Xun hummed lightly. After learning about the life experiences of both parties, it would be a lie to say that he wasn't surprised.He said slowly: "I heard what you said."

Leng Suwen's expression froze for a moment, and he hurriedly said, "Axun, listen to my explanation."

Just as Wen Xun was about to say something, a bright white light almost dazzled his eyes.

Leng Huanzhao on the opposite side drew his sword and came towards him. The sword was cut off by another person halfway.

"I won't kill you, but it doesn't mean I can't kill you. I won't kill you, but I just don't want to see Wen Xun feel sad for you." Leng Suwen said this sentence with a blank face, and his finger strength returned to Leng who was holding the sword. Take a few steps back.

He slowly stood up from the wheelchair, a long knife appeared in the palm of his hand, and his pale face added a bit of sullenness.

Wen Xun stood not far away and did not step forward.If some things are to be completely resolved, force must be used, and he understands this truth very well.

Before doing it, Leng Suwen looked back at him and gave him an unusually firm look.

All along, Leng Suwen has been living as Leng Xibie.For this reason, he did not hesitate to pretend that his legs were disabled and stayed with a wheelchair all day long.All of this was because he wanted to get close to a person, and that person was Wen Xun.

Although Leng Suwen's body is weaker than ordinary people, but his sword skills are quite familiar.Like a big impenetrable net, Leng Huanzhao couldn't find a single flaw.

"Did you spend a lot of spiritual power to cast the secret technique on Wen Xun back then?" After dozens of tricks, Leng Huanzhao said with a smile: "Do you think you will still be my opponent now?"

Leng Suwen didn't speak, his face gradually changed.

Wen Xun knew very well that a person's eyes cannot be deceiving.From the current point of view, although Leng Su Wenzhao has the upper hand, it becomes more and more inadequate as he goes to the back.

Just when Leng Suwen was concentrating on the challenge, Leng Huanzhao suddenly turned his sword and pointed at Wen Xun on the other side.

In the midst of a crisis, an enchantment suddenly rose in the sky.Leng Huanzhao showed a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, and turned his sword again, and the target was actually Leng Suwen who was holding up the barrier.

The moment the sword blade pierced the heart, the enchantment shattered and turned into sharp blades that pierced Leng Huanzhao's back.

No matter how clever and cunning he was, he never expected that Leng Suwen would have a second move, which was—to die together.

Before that, a white shadow was the first to protect Wen Xun's side, always ready to move.

At the same time, the two rushed over from the other side of the long street.

"Axun, are you okay?" Yi Zhuobai had just finished asking, when Bie Jinghua squeezed him behind him.

Helplessly, Shi Xian was by the side, and Bie Jinghua couldn't get close to Wen Xun, so he asked anxiously, "How is Xun'er? Is there any injury?"

Wen Xun shook his head and said no.His eyes swept over them, and he knew that Shuo Meng and Lu Lian had already left the teahouse.

Leng Huanzhao spat out a mouthful of blood in a muffled voice, his face was still stained with a smile, and his voice was full of self-mockery, "I underestimated you, no matter how hard I try, I am no match for you..."

Leng Suwen remained silent, and gave him another palm with all his strength, knocking Leng Huanzhao back along with his saber.

He covered the wound with one hand and held a long knife in the other.The blood seeped out between his fingers and couldn't be stopped at all, gradually soaking most of his clothes.

"Ah Xun..." He moved his lips and called out these two words with difficulty, a smile slowly spread on the corners of his lips.

It's been a long time since I laughed so purely.

Wen Xun shook Shi Xianyou's hand instead, and exchanged a glance with him.The two didn't say a word, but it was worth a thousand words.

"You go." Shi Xianyou said this, and slowly let go.

Bie Jinghua and Yi Zhuobai didn't stop him, and didn't even have a chance to say a word to him.

Yi Zhuobai first turned his eyes away from Wen Xun, and said to Shi Xianyou, "Thank you."

Shi Xianyou was puzzled at first, but later he remembered that this man was also Wen Xun's admirer.He didn't like to talk to strangers, and it was even more embarrassing to speak, so he didn't reply in the end.

He just watched Wen Xun silently, as if he was the only one in his eyes.

Wen Xun walked up to Leng Suwen and asked softly, "Is Deng Xiao's death related to you?"

Leng Suwen stood up vigorously, keeping an eye-level distance from him, and asked with a wry smile, "Will Axun believe me when I say it's irrelevant?"

Wen Xun was startled, and was blocked by his words when he wanted to say something.

"You don't need to talk." Leng Su asked with a half-curved mouth, and deliberately retracted his blood-stained hands, "Just let me look at you quietly like this, this way... that's enough."

As if time stood still at this moment, Wen Xun nodded without blinking his eyes.

"Okay, let's go." After a while, Leng Suwen waved his hand, enduring the pain and turning his head away.

"En." The moment Wen Xun turned around, there was a sound of falling to the ground from behind.

He knew that the person who fell was Leng Suwen and Leng Xifare.

Say goodbye, say goodbye, but some people will leave after all.