Chapter 1082
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Meng Heng stood behind Jiang Pengji and looked at Meng Zhan with a complicated expression.
No boy didn't look forward to their father. Meng Heng used to look up to Meng Zhan like a god when he was young.
But Meng Zhan only had eyes for his son, Meng Liang. Even if Meng Liang was useless and lustful, Meng Zhan still spoiled him like a treasure.
Meng Heng had once thought that Meng Zhan liked this kind of son, so he had tried to be like Meng Liang. He had secretly tried to be like Meng Liang, but he was severely punished and ordered to kneel in the ancestral hall. It was winter. It was raining heavily outside. The air was so cold that it felt like there were blades in it. Meng Heng didn't wear much clothing. He knelt until his knees were black and swollen. He almost died.
That memory became his childhood nightmare. Occasionally, when he dreamed about it in the middle of the night, he could still clearly remember the cold air that filled the air.
Meng Heng looked down and bowed to Jiang Pengji calmly.
"My lord, why did you call me here?"
"No matter what, you and Meng Zhan were father and son. I'm not an unreasonable person. I don't want you to have any regrets, so I'll allow you to have a word with him. You and your son can make a clean break. "Jiang Pengji said," Meng Zhan still owes Captain Meng a debt.
Meng Heng was stunned. It took him a while to realize what she meant.
Jiang Pengji didn't want him to send Meng Zhan to hell. She just wanted him to talk to Meng Zhan so he wouldn't have any regrets?
He felt relieved. He couldn't tell how he felt.
"Thank you, my lord," Meng Heng said.
Meng Liang was the direct murderer of Meng Hun's wife and daughter, but Meng Zhan was also an accomplice. Meng Heng had no right to stop or resent her.
Jiang Pengji stood up and walked to the door of the cell.
She turned her head and whispered, "His emotions aren't stable. Don't get too close."
Jiang Pengji made way for Meng Heng, but she didn't go too far.
This distance wouldn't make Meng Heng feel like he was being watched. It also wouldn't let the situation get out of her control.
Meng Heng's eyebrows relaxed after Jiang Pengji left. He saw Nie Xun standing on the side and became suspicious.
What was Nie Xun doing there?
He didn't think further because he was pressed for time.
"Father — Patriarch Meng —"
Meng Heng sat on the mat and bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to swallow back the honorific that slipped out of his mouth.
He had already been expelled from his sect, and he had cut off all ties with Meng Zhan. If he called him father now, Meng Zhan might not even acknowledge him.
Meng Zhan was immersed in his own world. He was on the verge of breaking down.
When he suddenly heard someone calling him, he became more alert. When he looked up, he saw Meng Heng's face.
Meng Zhan was so agitated that he couldn't control his emotions. He jumped forward with a ferocious face and half of his body crossed the short table.
"Meng Shijiu …" Meng Zhan's face looked ferocious as he shouted Meng Zhan's full name. His skinny hands grabbed Meng Heng's sleeves. "Why are you still alive? Why is Meng Shijiu the one who died? How could a bastard like you be my son?"
Meng Heng was scared out of his wits. He wanted to struggle, but Meng Zhan's scream made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar. It was as if all the sounds around him had faded away.
What did it mean to be a bastard?
Meng Heng didn't struggle. Instead, it gave Meng Zhan a chance to go further.
He didn't believe what Jiang Pengji had said. It must have been an illusion created by her witchcraft. Everything was to deceive him!
He couldn't have done anything wrong after all these years!
Meng Heng was a bastard of Gu Zhen and someone else. He wasn't his son at all.
Meng Zhan only had one son in his life!
His only son was killed by Liu Xi. The bastard that he had raised for more than 20 years had turned to Liu Xi. He didn't care about Meng Liang's blood feud!
"How could you be my son …"
Meng Zhan looked thin and weak, but the power he had was terrifying. Meng Heng didn't have time to react. He grabbed his neck and couldn't get away. Nie Xun was also shocked by Meng Zhan's words. When he came back to his senses, Meng Heng's face had turned green.
Without hesitation, Nie Xun kicked Meng Zhan's shoulder. Meng Zhan screamed in pain and let go of his hands.
Meng Heng's eyes were filled with tears. His eyes were bloodshot. He couldn't believe it.
Was this the reason why Meng Zhan had hated him for so many years?
Meng Zhan was the first to react. He pulled out the sword on Meng Heng's waist and stabbed at Meng Heng with the shiny blade.
In a flash, Nie Xun didn't have time to think. He grabbed Meng Heng and the two of them rolled together to avoid the sword.
Meng Zhan was the first to react. He pulled out the sword on Meng Heng's waist and stabbed at Meng Heng with the shiny blade.
Meng Zhan had lost his mind. Seeing that Meng Heng had escaped, he followed up with another attack.
"You are crazy …"
Nie Xun blocked with the body of his sword. He had underestimated Meng Zhan's strength and the sword almost fell out of his hand.
"Kill … kill this bastard. It's all a lie. He is a bastard …"
Meng Zhan's eyes were red. His old face was twisted and hideous.
Nie Xun had stopped him from killing Meng Heng, so he would kill Nie Xun as well.
"How dare you stop me … you deserve to die …"
Meng Zhan couldn't control his emotions. All kinds of messy thoughts were about to burst his brain.
"Die …"
Scholars in ancient times all learned the Six Arts of Gentlemen. Meng Zhan had learned swordsmanship as well.
At this moment, he wanted to kill Nie Xun and Meng Heng with no regard for his life. Every move was aimed at the Achilles' heel. Nie Xun's left arm was cut.
"Watch out!"
Meng Heng regained his composure. He saw Meng Zhan's sword was about to stab Nie Xun's chest. He didn't care and rushed to grab Meng Zhan's legs. Meng Zhan's movement was blocked, so the sword in his hand missed. The tip of the sword went into Nie Xun's shoulder and Nie Xun's sword went into Meng Zhan's chest.
Everything happened so fast. When Wei Ci and the others realized what had happened and rushed over, it was already too late.
With a clang, the sword in Meng Zhan's hand fell to the ground.
Nie Xun was also shocked. He let go of the sword that was covered in sticky blood.
Although the sword didn't hit the heart, it was still a vital part.
Even if the doctor could get here, Meng Zhan would still die.
The pain in his chest suppressed the swelling pain in his head. His mind slowly came back and his hideous face softened.
"Shi-Shijiu …"
Meng Zhan opened his mouth, but his tone was calm.
Meng Heng was still in a daze. He let go of his hands and held Meng Zhan's body.
The sticky and glaring blood rushed into his eyes. He was out of his wits.
His pale lips were trembling. He said, "Meng … Master Meng?"
Meng Zhan heard the name. His pale face showed a trace of mockery and tiredness.
His chest was hurting. He lowered his head and looked at the direction of the sword. He looked at the young man who put the tip of the sword into his body.
He was about 25 or 26 years old, with a handsome face and a bright red cinnabar mole between his eyebrows.
That face?
That cinnabar mole?
Suddenly, Jiang Pengji's words rang in his head.
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