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Qin Meng was once one of the War God of the Tiger Mercenaries. He followed the three tigers and fought under the heavens for seven or eight years, but three years ago, he was poisoned because of a single operation.

For a cultivator, this was undoubtedly the most painful thing.

After getting injured, Qin Meng rarely went with the group to the forest to complete missions. The captains were also unwilling to bring along a person who had gradually lost their will to fight.

As usual, Qin Meng once again came to the biggest restaurant in Heaven Lake Town to drink. Now, only drinking could make him forget his worries for the time being.

"Waiter, continue... "Another jar of wine with 100 days of drinking …" Qin Meng had already drunk quite a bit near the window. His rough and wild face was flushed, and his blurry eyes looked somewhat painful.

The waitress cowered in front of the boss as she smiled and said, "Brother Meng, you've drank quite a lot today, how about … That's it for now? "

"Cut the crap!" Give me some more wine, I'll pay for the wine that I owe you another day! "Damn it, this daddy here just randomly went into the forest, I could drink at your place for half a month just by hugging a stalk of grass. What's there to be afraid of me not paying you?" Qin Meng slammed the table and shouted, forcing the waiter to retreat.

He had been licking blood from the blade all year round, so it wasn't a problem for the aura of blood coming off Qin Meng to intimidate an ordinary person.

"Brother Meng, I'll give you another jar today. Don't drink too much. As for the money for the wine, just come back anytime!" The boss walked up with a smile while carrying a jar full of Hundred Days of Drunks. Although there was a smile on his face, there was a hidden look of disgust in his eyes.

"Un …" Qin Meng did not put the waiter in his eyes, but the boss was not someone he could easily offend. To be able to open such a large restaurant in a place like Heaven Lake Town where dragons and snakes were mixed together, it was impossible for him to not have a bit of background.

After drinking another hundred days of drinking, Qin Meng pursed his lips as if he still had something to eat. He touched his empty pockets and sighed as he picked up the roast duck that had been wrapped on the table and slowly stood up.

In the past, how could he ever imagine that one day, he wouldn't even have the money to drink wine.

"Hmph, do you think you're that fierce tiger from before? Look at his sick cat look!"

"Yea, with just this bit of ability, it's fine to bluff little kids!"

Qin Meng hadn't even walked down the stairs when he heard the discussion of the guests behind him. He clenched his fists and loosened them. In the end, Qin Meng walked out of the restaurant with a bitter smile on his face.

The sunlight on the street was very bright, but Qin Meng felt somewhat cold.

Walking along the small path toward the base of the Feral Tiger Mercenaries, the former Qin Meng revealed his habit of walking high up in the streets. At that time, he was known to be a ruthless person in Tian Chi Town. But now, he didn't want to face those mocking gazes.

The sun's rays dappled the ancient stone walls of the small path. Qin Meng walked forward, burping and drinking wine. He hummed a war song that most mercenaries knew how to sing.

Two blurry figures appeared in his blurred vision, a group of handsome men and beautiful women blocking the narrow exit of the small path.

His steps didn't stop because of this. A strong man made people cower, let alone Qin Meng, who was used to seeing killing.

"Tiger of the Mountain?" Mo Li looked at the depressed man in front of him and asked with a smile.

"Who are you people?" Although he had drunk quite a bit of wine, Qin Meng's mind was still relatively clear. The smile on the man's face wasn't hostile. As for the woman … This woman was really too damn pretty!

His gaze shifted to Feng Ling's face, but could no longer move away. It wasn't because Qin Meng was lustful, but because the charming face of Feng Ling, after being developed by Mo Li, exuded a youthful charm. The faint charm made any man unable to refrain from sizing her up when he saw her.

Mo Li looked at Qin Meng's somewhat absent-minded expression. The corner of his mouth raised into a weak arc. The hand that was originally behind his back shot out like lightning.

"Bang!"

Qin Meng only felt a sharp pain coming from his lower abdomen. His body staggered backwards until it leaned against the wall.

"Brat, you're courting death!" After all, he was someone who had experienced bloody battles. Qin Meng rushed towards Mo Li with big strides. His huge fist accompanied his steps and went straight for Mo Li's face.

"Bang!"

Two fists slammed into each other, Mo Li's seemingly weak body remained unmoving, but Qin Meng was once again sent flying to the corner of a wall.

Mo Li took advantage of the momentum and arrived in front of Qin Meng in the blink of an eye. The silver needle in his hand flashed a blinding white light under the sunlight.

Qin Meng felt a surge of hot blood in his head as a kid stuck his foot in the wall and poked him with a needle.

This was an insult, a heaps of humiliation!

Qin Meng wanted to resist, but he discovered that he couldn't muster any strength. Mo Li lifted his right foot and placed his knee on the acupuncture point on Qin Meng's waist, causing his lower body to become weak.

In the time it took for ten breaths, Mo Li stopped what he was doing.

When Mo Li retracted his right leg, Qin Meng's legs went soft. He leaned against the wall and sat on the ground.

"Come find me in the east wing of the Under Heaven Inn tomorrow night at midnight. The first room on the left is on the third floor!" Holding Feng Ling's hand, he slowly walked towards the mouth of the alleyway, but Qin Meng was still in a daze.

What did this fellow mean?

He had inexplicably blocked her from violently beating him up, then even sent her to find him?

"There's something wrong!" Qin Meng cursed in his heart. Just as he was about to get up, his expression changed drastically.

The corner of his mouth twitched. Qin Meng's eyes were filled with disbelief. He reached out his hand to touch his stomach. Qin Meng closed his eyes and carefully felt everything. He confirmed that he wasn't mistaken.

"Young Hero …" Benefactor! "Hold it, please hold it!" Teng Qingshan suddenly stood up. Qin Meng chased after Mo Li as he yelled incoherently.

At this moment, Mo Li and Feng Ling were already far away.

Mo Li dragged her back to the inn, while Feng Ling felt the surrounding scenery rapidly recede. If it had been before, she might have been surprised, but these days of contact had taught her that this was nothing at all.

There were too many secrets on this man beside him.

As they re-entered the street, their speed slowed down.

"Will he come?"

"Definitely!"

Mo Li nodded affirmatively.

Even the slightest hope of survival would be given to him. Mo Li believed that this tiger would never let this chance slip away from him.