Strange Tales

Anyone who wants to enter the six realms of reincarnation, Yue Mo still remembers the beautiful and pungent Miss Meng, Miss Meng roared down, and all ghosts gave way, all of them kept silent like cicadas.

Miss Meng had a beautiful face that took advantage of her beauty, but because of her loud voice, she babbled a little, and for no reason got the nickname of Po Meng, which made her grow old a lot.

All the ghosts in the underground know that this Miss Meng was born upright because of her appearance, and she is used to teasing delicate and shy souls. Still can't tell, Ma Mian Jitong is stupidly waiting for Gong Liang's resignation for [-] years to be reincarnated as a human being, but she treats it as gossip and spreads all over the Palace of Hell.

However, there is reincarnation in the law of heaven, and one thing descends one thing. Miss Meng really has a deadly enemy—Leng Xinghun on the bank of the Wangchuan River.

Leng Xinghun is a white epiphyllum plant on the bank of the Wangchuan River that has been cultivated for a thousand years. The world says that it is only a flash in the pan, so it really is.At the moment when Leng Xinghun transformed into a human being, the entire underworld was as bright as the nine heavens, gleaming with silver and silver, overflowing with cleanliness, which shocked the group of old ghosts underground who had never seen the world.

Po Meng usually stared at those beautiful male ghosts, as if her legs were filled with lead. She had never seen such a beautiful and delicate figure, and she was immediately fascinated by them. I can't wait to get back into the petals of the original body.

"...Hey, have you heard? That Po Meng made a fuss at Wang Chuan Leng Xinghun's place yesterday."

"It's pitiful for that kind of person. Everyone knows that if you fall into Miss Meng's eyes, there is still a reason to let it go. It's a bad fate..."

"Who said it wasn't"

"However, if it really happens, we will have a lot of lives in the underground in the future, and there will not always be some boys who have been molested looking for death and life."

"In my opinion, when the snow falls in June and when the world turns around, this will happen. It's better to wake up from the dream early."

"I'm going to die, why is there another person who wants to die?"

The two rushed to the bank of the Wangchuan River where the water was splashing everywhere, and took a closer look. Coincidentally, the person who wanted to die just now was Miss Meng beside the Naihe Bridge.The two looked at each other, immediately understood, and squatted behind the high fence to watch the excitement.

I saw Po Meng splashing about in the water a few times, calling Jiao Didi for help, but the silver-white epiphyllum by the river didn't even move. Raising his eyebrows, he said: "Good boy, it seems that this hero still has to be made by my mother."

As soon as the words fell, the wet Meng Po read a few formulas and suddenly forgot that the river was churning like a dragon and rushing straight to the bank. The epiphyllum staggered and fell to the ground.

With this, Po Meng jumped into the petals of the epiphyllum, looked up and saw that Leng Xinghun sitting on the pear tree swing, still cold and cold, still dressed in plain clothes better than snow.

"It's flooding outside, why are you still so calm, why don't you hurry up and leave with me?" Possessing a flustered look, Meng Po hurried forward to pull up her white sleeves and leave, thinking in her heart that the road just happened to enhance her relationship.But who knows, this Bai Tan looks like a great Buddha, motionless and calm.

Granny Meng stomped her feet, gritted her teeth, stretched out her arms, bent down, put one hand through the hollow of her knees, put the other on her arm through her back, raised her hands together, and hugged the man who seemed to be taller than herself and walked out. Epiphyllum petals flew back to Meng Po Cave several times.

"Miss Meng, why did you take me here captive?"

"Oh, look at what you said, the flood may not subside for a while, I am the master of the river of forgetfulness, so I must not just sit idly by."

"..."

"Why, can't my place compare to your flower house?"

"I have no such intention."

"Then why are you still frowning like a dead wife?"

"This statement is very inappropriate. I would like to ask Miss Meng to take it back. Also, I am very picky about life, so I would like to ask Miss to take care of it."

"Whatever you want, just say it, even if you want the moon in the sky, I will conjure one for you."

"That's not necessary, it's just that it's cold in summer and needs someone to shake a fan. In winter, someone needs to warm the bed for fear of the cold. You need to eat seven meals a day, and there is meat in each meal. The house is provided with flowers every day, and the room is cleaned ten times a day. Once, the quilt is washed every day, and at night, someone will accompany you to the mountains to watch the stars, and you can't disturb your sleep during the day..."

Granny Meng's face became paler and paler as she listened. She didn't snatch a man home, but invited a Bodhisattva back.

As the saying goes, beautiful women have risks, and you need to be cautious when teasing them, which is really true.