Meng Qinghuai wanted to teach Meng Shuheng a lesson, teach him to be obedient and not to run away again. He insisted on turning the young eagle into a young bird.
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A concrete pain enveloped Meng Qinghuai, pulling on his nerves again and again.
After waiting for a while, there was no reply from Meng Shuheng, not even a word. After tensing up for a long while, he laughed softly: "That's right, you will never be trapped in the rain."
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It seemed that no matter what the younger brother did, whether he would be obedient or not, and whether he wanted to escape or not, it would all be under his control in the end.
The gentleness at this time was so frightening, like wildfire and a dull knife. It seemed that he could be dragged into the abyss at any time, then picked up and roasted on the fire.
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