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"Are you trying to lead my sister into trouble?" Ouyang Yuan narrowed his eyes at Meng Poyu and asked.

"Do you want to be beaten? Don't forget that this is my territory." Meng Poyu said unceremoniously, and the aura gradually came out.

Ouyang Yuan stopped talking at this moment, staring at Meng Poyu, and his momentum began to gather.

"Don't be angry, brother, I just don't drink." Ouyang Meng held Ouyang Yuan's clothes with his little hand and whispered, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Yuan immediately put away his momentum and gently stroked Ouyang Meng's little head.

"Sister, as long as you don't drink, I will support you in whatever you want to do."

Seeing this, Meng Poyu also retracted her momentum, came to Ouyang Meng's side, and gently stroked Ouyang Meng's little head.

Two hands were caressing Ouyang Meng's head back and forth. No one was willing to let go first, and the two of them kept looking at each other with sharp eyes.

Ouyang Meng became very impatient by the two people's touching. His expression condensed and he roared angrily, "Stop touching me, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Poyu blocked his mouth with his hands. Ouyang Yuan on the side also looked frightened and a little panicked.

The three of them all looked at Zhang Wei in the river at this moment. They were relieved when they saw that he did not see the situation here.

"Can you be more serious about your acting? I'm going to give you a bad review for your acting skills." Meng Poyu looked at Ouyang Meng with a slightly reproachful look and said.

Ouyang Meng also returned to the gentle and virtuous little girl before, and said with a smile on her face, "I really couldn't hold it back just now. If you touch my head again, I will blow your heads off."

Ouyang Yuan was about to say something, but when he saw Ouyang Meng's threatening eyes, he immediately stopped talking and stopped talking.

"Did you hear that? Don't touch my head again." Ouyang Meng smiled and stroked Ouyang Yuan's head, but his words were full of threats.

"Okay, sister, I understand." Ouyang Yuan said timidly, as if he was hopeless.

"Hmph, that's pretty much it." Ouyang Meng snorted coldly and turned his gaze elsewhere.

In the end, Ouyang Meng's eyes stopped at the ghost leader who was holding Liu Cheng's unconscious soul, his eyes shining with unknown meaning.

Meng Poyu also understood and looked over with murderous eyes, frightening the leader of the ghosts to be at a loss.

"Wu Yun, you saw something you shouldn't have seen today. In order to protect this secret, I had to sacrifice you, my friend for many years." Meng Poyu's face was full of sadness, but she walked towards Wu Yun with infinite murderous eyes.

Wu Yun looked at Meng Poyu who was walking towards him. He didn't resist at all and lay directly on the Naihe Bridge, looking like he was waiting to die.

Meng Poyu looked at the motionless Wu Yun and frowned, looking very unhappy, "Wu Yun, shouldn't you be very angry that the emperor wants to kill you and take up arms to resist the emperor?"

Wu Yun still looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, lying on the ground motionless.

"Tch, it's boring. That kid is much more interesting." Meng Poyu walked back with a look of lack of interest, but she hit Wu Yun with an attack with her backhand.

Wu Yun, who was lying on the ground, also took the attack forcefully, but was not damaged at all.

"Well, I forgot that it was a clone. It's a bit weak." Meng Poyu looked at her hands with dissatisfaction and muttered to herself.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yun over there vomited blood and kept rolling on the Naihe Bridge, which made Meng Poyu's face turn black instantly.

"You are deliberately humiliating me, aren't you? I didn't even try hard, and you still vomited so much blood." Meng Poyu teleported in front of Wu Yun, pinned Wu Yun on the bridge and beat him violently before he got up.

Not long after, Meng Poyu released her hands and let Wu Yun go when she saw Wu Yun's head covered with bruises.

Wu Yun stood up slowly, rubbed his face, and continued to stand aside holding Liu Cheng's unconscious soul.

"Wu Yun, you didn't see or hear anything today, do you understand?" Meng Poyu looked at Wu Yun with burning eyes and said.

"Lord Yuhuang, what are you talking about? I haven't discovered anything at all." Wu Yun said against his conscience with his head full of baggage.

Meng Poyu nodded with satisfaction after hearing this, then turned around and started talking with Ouyang Meng.

Seeing this, Ouyang Yuan also sat cross-legged on the Naihe Bridge and closed his eyes.

Time passed little by little, and one year passed quickly.

At this moment, Ouyang Meng and Meng Poyu were staying together, eating delicious food and looking at the large and clear projection in the sky.

Ouyang Yuan was still sitting cross-legged on the Naihe Bridge, and the light dust on his body showed that he had never stood up.

As for Wu Yun, the bag on his head has long since disappeared.

In fact, after Meng Poyu calmed down, Wu Yun returned to his normal appearance, otherwise he would not have dared to challenge Emperor Yu's majesty.

The one who has changed the most is Liu Cheng. At this moment, his whole body is exuding golden light, constantly absorbing the soul power around him, and constantly strengthening his body.

"Is this guy still reformed?" Meng Poyu looked over and asked.

"Lord Yuhuang, it's almost healed. Our hard work for so many days will soon bear fruit." Wu Yun said with a smile.

Liu Cheng's soul body suddenly flashed with golden light, and then shrank back into his own soul body.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of soul power burst out from Liu Chenghun's body, but unfortunately it only spread a little distance around him and then stopped.

"This transformation is good, it looks quite strong." Meng Poyu nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, a figure broke out of the water under the Naihe Bridge and hung in the sky. His eyes looked at Meng Poyu full of anger.

"Yu, die." Zhang Wei rushed towards Yu angrily, and the Wangchuan River rushed up from under the Naihe Bridge and poured towards Yu.

Meng Poyu looked at the huge waves in the sky without any panic, and even picked up the food on the table to taste it.

Just when Zhang Wei was a little confused, a figure appeared in front of Zhang Wei and snatched control of the Wangchuan River from Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei looked at the unconscious Liu Cheng in front of him with confusion on his face. When he felt it carefully, Liu Cheng's soul was filled with the power of the Wangchuan River.

Feeling this, Zhang Wei's face suddenly became ugly, and he looked at Yu who was watching the show, "Boss Yu, this is too much. You have to make me suffer so much if you don't use such a simple method." Can you let go of the pain?"

Meng Poyu glanced at Zhang Wei and snorted coldly, "Why are you so pretentious? The weak water under the bridge is the complete version, but the weakened version is only in his body. If you get an advantage, stop chattering there."

After hearing this, Zhang Wei took a closer look at the weak water in his and Liu Cheng's bodies. Indeed, as Meng Poyu said, his own was much stronger.

Zhang Wei, who felt this, immediately thanked him, "Thank you, Mr. Yu. I'm just ignorant."