Chapter 82
"I miss you," Leng Yehua replied directly and bluntly, making the other two present frowned slightly.

"Speak well, since you're here, come sit down," Nan Mengjie reminded Leng Yehua not to talk nonsense.

"Okay." With Nan Mengjie's invitation, Leng Yehua naturally walked over and sat beside Nan Mengjie.

"It seems that it is really not easy for me to talk to Boss Lan alone," Yinmian said after looking at Leng Yehua and Gong Yanhao with cold eyes, then looking at Nan Mengjie.

"Let's get down to business, why did you help?" Nan Mengjie didn't want to chat, and went straight to the point.

"I've told you the reason last time. This time, I want to help you instead of the Dark Soul Pavilion. I want to give you a little greeting gift. I wonder if Boss Lan is satisfied?" After speaking, Yin Mian poured himself a glass of fruit wine .

"If you want to replace the Dark Soul Pavilion, you must have that ability," Leng Yehua smiled and looked at Yinmian, his eyes full of killing intent.

Yinmian ignored Leng Yehua's provocation, just glanced at him and then looked at Nan Mengjie, waiting for her answer.

"Thank you for your kindness this time, but I don't want to change partners yet," Nan Mengjie said with a smile as she shook the wine glass in her hand and looked up at Yinmian.

"Why?" Yin Mian asked Nan Mengjie.

This question has always been a question in Yinmian's mind. Yejue Pavilion and Dark Soul Pavilion are evenly matched in the arena. Why Nan Mengjie chose Dark Soul Pavilion, he has never been able to guess.

"Why?" Nan Mengjie repeated the silver-faced question, slowly got up and walked to the window, looked at the swaying figure downstairs and said slowly: "People who can't show their true colors have ulterior secrets .So, I won’t cooperate with people who have secrets.” After speaking, Nan Mengjie turned to look at Yinmian and said, “A man is standing behind me with a knife, but I don’t know if he will stab me. To me, I would never do such a dangerous thing, I prefer to protect myself with my back against the wall rather than letting a dangerous person protect me from behind."

"Are you sure that Gong Yanhao and Leng Yehua won't stab you with a knife behind their backs," Yin Mian said, looking directly at Nan Mengjie.

"You don't need to worry about this, I have made my own choice, no matter what the consequences will be in the future, I have no regrets," Nan Mengjie said in a firm tone.

Once a person makes a choice, there is no room for retreat. No matter what the result is, it is his own choice, so there should be no complaints in the end.

After listening to Nan Mengjie's answer, the three people present did not speak, but their inner thoughts and feelings were different.

After Yin Mian left first, Leng Yehua and Gong Yanhao looked at Nan Mengjie with strange eyes.

"What's wrong?" Nan Mengjie felt a little uncomfortable being watched by the two.

"Are you just so wary of me before?" Leng Yehua put away his trademark smile and asked seriously.

"No, because we are just a purely cooperative relationship, and I took the initiative to find you, so I won't be so wary. By the way, although it is the first time for you two to meet officially, you should know each other, so I won't introduce you. Halfway through Nan Mengjie's words, she suddenly remembered that this was the first time Leng Yehua and Gong Yanhao met.

The two did not greet each other directly after listening to Nan Mengjie's words. Leng Yehua looked at Gong Yanhao and shook the wine glass in his hand to show friendship. After receiving the signal, Gong Yanhao also raised the wine glass in response.

"Lanying, do you have someone you absolutely trust in your heart?" Gong Yanhao slowly put down his wine glass and asked Nan Mengjie.

Nan Mengjie was taken aback when she heard Gong Yanhao's question, and then fell into a moment of contemplation. At this time, the figure of Yelang flashed in her mind.

(End of this chapter)

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