100 ways to be a scumbag boss

However, every time you ask for love-making water, you have to pay some price.

This time, she didn’t know what Po Meng wanted from her in exchange.

The hands of the high-hanging clock swayed "click-click-click", and the sound made her frown slightly, making her a little more upset for no reason.

The waiter came up with a small dining cart.

It’s not all meat, there are some vegetables, specially ordered for Mingga Ye.

From this position by the window, you can see the moon hanging high in the sky and the twinkling stars around it.

The weather should be good tomorrow.

She lowered her head, glanced at the red rope in her hand, and finally sighed softly.

Forget it, let’s make a trip for him.

She gently raised her hands, and for a moment, dark green energy shot up into the sky. For a moment, the chirping of insects stopped, the clock stopped swinging, and the traffic on the street became static.

In the blink of an eye, she tore apart space and stood outside Fengdu City.

The wind blew up the corners of her pure white skirt, and there was more than the cold smell of Baibu Jiao in the air.

She has the token of the Eastern Ghost Emperor Shen Tu on her body.

When entering the gate of hell, there will be no obstruction.

Afraid of disturbing someone's sleep, Jin Huan almost held back all his breath when he came over.

The human world and this place are two completely different worlds.

Although she was still in a certain space, the underworld was not affected at all.

The ghosts greeted her respectfully.

Usually as a sign of respect, the gods and demons who enter Fengdu have a tacit agreement not to use magical powers here.

Follow the direction in your memory step by step.

Finally stopped at a bridge entrance.

There is a record in the Western Volume of "Xuan Shi Zhi": "After traveling for more than ten miles, we came to a water that was not many feet wide and flowed to the southwest. When I asked Xi, Xi said: 'This is called the Nai River, and its source comes from the underworld. . If you look at it, you will see that the water is full of blood, but it is fishy and filthy and you should not get close to it."

Everyone says that the Naihe Bridge is dangerous, narrow and slippery. The blood river under the bridge is full of insects and snakes, the waves are rolling, and the fishy wind is blowing against your face.

But in fact, this small bridge is made of white marble, exquisite and beautiful. The Naihe under the bridge is only a little turbid, not full of bloody insects and snakes as imagined.

It flows slowly, to the southwest, and incessantly.

Jinhuan kicked a large pot with her toes.

The old woman in red and green coat wearing a black cloak raised her head when she heard the movement and looked at her.

The other party was also stunned for a moment, after all, they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

The old woman stood up and saluted Jin Huan, but she probably had some concerns in her heart.

"Half a pot."

She asked for something bluntly for the first time.

Po Meng looked at her and chuckled: "As you know, the ingredients of this soup have a certain number. If you want it to work on a specific person, you need to make it yourself."

She pursed her lower lip. It is true that everyone sheds tears when they are alive: because of joy, because of sadness, because of pain, because of hatred, because of sorrow, because of love. Po Meng collected their tears drop by drop and boiled them into soup.

Every bowl is filled with emotion and nature.

If she doesn't enter reincarnation, how can she get her share of Meng Po Soup?

Of course... this is what gentle people do, and she is not actually a gentle person.

Jinhuan can definitely grab someone else’s share of Meng Po Soup.

Let others have nothing to drink.

Of course...she did do this, in the beginning.

However, other people's soups are just like fake and shoddy products. Not only are the effects not obvious, but the duration is too short.

So after that, even if she found it troublesome, she would enter that reincarnation herself.

But, do we really have to seal off our memory and abilities for Uncle Ming and enter the Mirror of Reincarnation again?

The soup bubbled up "gurglingly".

The mirror of reincarnation reflected light slightly in Po Meng's hand.

"Sir, do you want to go?"