I Threw It Wrong on Purpose.

Zou Cheng's face changed slightly. He knew that Teng Qiang was definitely capable of doing such a thing, but he didn't say anything. He just looked at Xia Tian with a pleading look. Now, he just hoped that this Doctor Xia was really as powerful as the legend said.

"What? I clearly moved, but you didn't shoot that damn old man." Liu Meng glared at Teng Qiang in dissatisfaction, "I hate people who don't keep their words the most!"

Before she finished speaking, Liu Meng suddenly disappeared from the spot, and then suddenly appeared behind Teng Qiang, but she did not take action immediately. Instead, she shouted: "Hey, why don't you shoot? If you don't shoot, I will beat you up!"

Liu Meng's sudden disappearance had already made Teng Qiang a little uneasy, and when he heard Liu Meng's voice actually ringing behind him, he felt as if a ghost was coming out of his body. At this moment, he instinctively let go of Fang Hanliang as if it were a conditioned reflex, turned around, pointed the gun at Liu Meng, and pulled the trigger to shoot.

A sharp pain suddenly came from the wrist. Teng Qiang seemed to clearly hear the sound of a broken bone coming from his body. The severe pain made him unbearable and he uttered a scream. The pistol naturally loosened and fell freely.

A white palm swept through the air, and it was Liu Meng who easily rolled the pistol over, and then she shot Teng Qiang in the head.

Teng Qiang groaned in pain again and felt dizzy, but he didn't fall down yet. At this moment, Liu Meng raised her foot and kicked him in the calf.

The sound of broken bones in the body made Teng Qiang terrified and he couldn't help but scream again. At the same time, he could no longer stand still. His body tilted and he fell to the ground of the carriage.

"I told you not to shoot, but I kicked you to death, kicked you to death..." The moment Teng Qiang fell to the ground, Liu Meng kicked his waist again, once, and again. Teng Qiang rolled around like this, rolling over and over again, screaming in agony.

No matter whether it was Fang Hanliang who had just escaped death, or Zou Cheng who had been chasing Teng Qiang, or the men and women who came over after hearing the broadcast, they were all stunned at the moment, watching all this with unbelievable eyes.

In fact, what happened just now happened so fast that these people didn't see clearly what happened. They were first frightened by Teng Qiang's pistol, and then suddenly found that Teng Qiang was beaten up and the gun was in someone else's hands. What made them feel most incredible was that the person who did this was an incredibly beautiful woman!

Even Zou Cheng found it unbelievable. Although he knew that Xia Tian should be very powerful, he never expected that the one who finally made the move was not Xia Tian, ​​but the witch Meng Meng!

Looking at Teng Qiang rolling on the ground and listening to his constant screams, Zou Cheng suddenly began to understand the origin of the name Witch Mengmeng. This is not one of those singers who pretend to be witches to be cute. This is a real witch!

After a few minutes, Teng Qiang finally stopped screaming, but he had already passed out. Liu Meng finally stopped, looked at Zou Cheng, and threw the gun away: "I'll give you your pistol back!"

Zou Cheng was subconsciously trying to catch it, but as soon as he raised his hand, he heard a groan of pain. The pistol was thrown in the wrong direction and hit Fang Hanliang on the head. Fang Hanliang was finally shot, and he fell to the ground with a dizzy head.

"Hey, it was thrown in the wrong direction!" Liu Meng looked surprised.

Everyone was speechless, and almost everyone thought that Liu Meng definitely did it on purpose.

However, at this moment, Liu Meng said again: "Actually, I threw it wrong on purpose."

A white shadow flashed, and Liu Meng floated into the box and sat on Xia Tian: "Little rascal, it's not fun anymore, I don't want to play anymore!"

Xia Tian hugged Liu Meng, and Liu Meng turned to look at Zou Cheng: "Hey, you can all go now, don't disturb us!"

Zou Cheng naturally had no objection to this. He quickly handcuffed the unconscious Teng Qiang, and then ordered others to carry the unconscious Fang Hanliang away. Finally, he even asked the train attendant to help replace the soiled berth quilt with a clean one. The whole process took less than ten minutes, and everyone disappeared cleanly. Xia Tian and Liu Meng finally started their own world of two again.

The next morning, Xingcheng Railway Station.

Although it is quite early, there are already quite a few people waiting outside the train station exit. Some are here to pick up friends and relatives, and some are here to pick up clients. There are at least a hundred people standing there, and everyone is staring at every passenger walking out of the exit, searching for the person they are looking for.

But soon, almost everyone was attracted by a man and a woman who walked out hand in hand. Strictly speaking, almost everyone's eyes fell on the woman.

The woman was wearing a white dress. Not only was she extraordinarily beautiful, but she also had an exceptionally beautiful figure. She exuded a special temperament that made people feel that she was a fairy, a fairy who had descended to earth.

Then, everyone finally began to shift their attention to the man. The man had an ordinary appearance, but his attire was a bit strange. In this hot weather, it was rare to see someone wearing a long windbreaker like him.

These two people were naturally Xia Tian and Liu Meng. After another night, Xia Tian's skills had recovered a lot, but he also found that the recovery speed last night could not catch up with the speed of the night before. Now his skills have only recovered about 30%, and there is still a long way to go from his peak. Of course, compared to ordinary people, he is now a god-like existence. You know, when he was at his peak before, he already had the strength of the late Jindan period. 30% of the strength of the late Jindan period is still quite amazing.

"Sister Meng, let's go to the Xinghai community first." Xia Tian naturally ignored the gazes of others and pulled Liu Meng towards a taxi.

"No, I'm so hungry. I'll go eat something first." Liu Meng pouted and pulled Xia Tian hard towards a restaurant on the right.

"Sister Meng, I heard that the food in the restaurant near the train station is not good." Xia Tian's current martial arts skills are still far behind Liu Meng. Although he was reluctant, he was still dragged into the restaurant by her.

The restaurant is not big, and there is only a middle-aged man and woman working inside. They look like a couple.

Liu Meng was very hungry. Every time she fed the little rascal Xia Tian, ​​she would always be very hungry. So when she entered the restaurant, she didn't care about anything else and directly took three fried dough sticks and a basket of steamed buns. She also shouted to the restaurant owner: "I want two more bowls of noodles with soybean paste."

Before the restaurant owner could react, Liu Meng had already stuffed a bun into his mouth, swallowed it whole, and then muttered, "It tastes terrible!"

Although it tasted bad, Liu Meng did not stop. She stuffed another bun into her mouth and then began to eat the bun and the fried dough stick voraciously. She was not like a lady at all. There was nothing she could do as she was really hungry.

"Sister Meng, if it doesn't taste good, then don't eat it. Let's go somewhere else to eat." Xia Tian couldn't help but say.

"Little rascal, if I don't eat, I won't have the strength. If I don't have the strength, I won't be able to feed you. If I don't feed you, you'll never get better!" Liu Meng said quickly, then stuffed another bun into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it. "It doesn't matter if it doesn't taste good, as long as it gives me strength!"

After a pause, Liu Meng added: "The buns taste terrible, but the fried dough sticks taste okay!"

"The noodles with soybean sauce are here." At this time, the restaurant owner brought two bowls of noodles with soybean sauce, placing one bowl in front of Liu Meng and one bowl in front of Xia Tian. He obviously thought it was for one bowl for each of them.

"Oh, give me back three fried dough sticks." Liu Meng dragged the bowl of noodles with soybean sauce in front of Xia Tian to herself. This little rascal doesn't need to eat breakfast, he can eat her later!

Xia Tian really didn't want to eat breakfast, but after hearing what Liu Meng said, the proprietress immediately brought over three fried dough sticks. However, she looked at Liu Meng with a strange expression, obviously not understanding why such a beautiful girl ate like a hungry ghost.

After finishing two bowls of noodles with soybean paste and three fried dough sticks, Liu Meng still felt that there was a place in her stomach that was not full, so she ordered two more cups of soy milk. After drinking them in one breath, she finally felt full.

"Little rascal, let's go. Let's go to where we live, and then I'll feed you steamed buns!" Liu Meng pulled Xia Tian and wanted to leave.

"Okay, wait for me to pay." Xia Tian opened the bag containing 100,000 yuan in cash, took out a stack of bills, and then asked the restaurant owner, "How much?"

"One hundred and twenty," the restaurant owner replied.

"Hey, why is it so expensive?" Liu Meng was immediately unhappy and shouted in dissatisfaction, "The food is so unpalatable, but it's still so expensive. Are you bullying us because we are rich?"

"It's not that the food here is expensive, it's just that you eat more. If you don't believe me, go ask somewhere else in the train station, the prices are the same here." The restaurant owner had a calm face. He faced such questions countless times every day and was used to dealing with them. "Here, buns are five yuan each. There are eight buns in a basket, which is forty yuan. Deep-fried dough sticks are five yuan each, and you ate six, which is thirty yuan. A bowl of noodles with soybean paste is twenty yuan, and you ate two bowls, which is forty yuan. Soy milk is also five yuan a cup, and two cups are ten yuan, so the total is one hundred and twenty yuan."

"Hey, here's a hundred dollars for you!" Xia Tian threw a bill to the restaurant owner and walked out with Liu Meng. "Sister Meng, let's go. I don't want to bother with them."

"Why should we give them so much? Even if we have money, we can't waste it like this. They are obviously bullying us." Liu Meng was not very happy. She didn't care about money, but how could she, the witch Mengmeng, be bullied?

"We still need twenty dollars!" The proprietress' voice came from behind. Obviously, Xia Tian's unwillingness to argue does not mean that others do not want to argue. Look, others still want the money!