magic barrier

Meng Feibai is one of the exceptions. He likes soups with mixed flavors, and often eats Meng Po soup as a meal replacement. If Hei Wuchang didn't stop him, he would definitely move boxes into the world.

He came to find Po Meng, and went straight to the Wangchuan River all the way.

The underworld presents a tranquility before the storm. The ghost messengers seem to be going step by step, but in fact they have fallen into three factions. There is a faction that supports the re-election of the ghost king, a faction that supports rebellion and reorganization, and a conservative democrat. Come.

At this time, there are still many big ghosts and little ghosts waiting to be reincarnated on the Naihe Bridge. Only after drinking Mengpo soup can they walk smoothly to Huangquan Road and reincarnate.

But no matter where there is no shortage of thorns, I always want to make some exceptions.

"Brother, can I not drink this?" A little girl in fluttering white clothes dawdled for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage to ask.

Granny Meng raised her head slowly, her cold and delicate facial features were like ink paintings, beautiful but without warmth.

"Go back if you don't drink, next one."

He had seen this kind of thing too much, and he was no longer willing to talk nonsense with this group of whimsical ghosts, so he just waved his hand, and the next one would soon follow.

The little girl's face was pale, but she continued to work hard without giving up: "Brother, handsome brother! The old lady Meng Po is not here, please, I really don't want to forget my parents and him, I am willing to obediently go to reincarnation, but this Can I have the soup?"

The ghost at the back poked her shoulder a little unbearably, and said in a low voice: "Little girl, the person in front of you is actually Meng Po."

"Ah?" The girl was terrified immediately, and the whole ghost was in a bad mood.

I thought this handsome guy in white was just an ordinary ghost messenger from the underworld, but I didn't expect it to be... But shouldn't Po Meng be a dry old woman?

Meng Pojun's face was cold, and he said indifferently: "What should be, and what should not be? Either drink or get out. If you want to be a human being again, you should read less useless books."

"I, I drink." The little girl tremblingly took a small paper box with a brand new straw on it. The paper box packaging is almost the same as a certain brand of herbal tea in the world.

It's just that there are a few large characters clearly written on it-Meng!Po!Soup!

There are even production batch numbers and anti-counterfeiting barcodes on the side.

Absolutely authentic produced by Po Meng of the underworld, childlike no deceit!

The little girl finished her drink in one go, and walked down the Naihe Bridge in a very tragic way.

Woohoo, I will never believe in love again in my next life!

Not long after, another person came who didn't want to drink the soup. This person had a fierce look on his face, which showed that he was not a good person before his death.

He has a particularly strong figure, and he looks even taller when he floats up. The shadow almost covers Meng Po who is sitting on the head.

Po Meng raised her head again and looked at him impatiently.

The burly man swallowed subconsciously from the eye knife, but there was no more saliva left.

Yes, he was already dead, and after he died, he watched with his own eyes the house he had worked so hard to save for being swallowed up by the wall-climbing slut, and he lived an incomparably harmonious life with his adulterer.

How could he be willing to die like this!

He wants revenge!

"Revenge for what?" Faced with scarlet eyes, Meng Po waved her hand nonchalantly, "If you don't drink, you can change it. You are full of hostility, even if you force yourself to stay in the underworld, you will be thrown into a ghost prison. You have no chance of revenge. .”

"Why! Why are the good people dead, but the bad ones live freely! God is not fair!" He roared unwillingly, baring his teeth and claws, "Oh——"

This is the case with the live version of Ghost Crazy.

Po Meng held her chin and watched for a long time, and when he calmed down a little, he said, "There is no fairness in the world, and there is no specific definition of good or bad, but under your circumstances, you should be able to have a good pregnancy in your life."

The underworld still takes great care of the hard-working people.

There is a saying that the way of heaven is good for reincarnation. Those who have done heinous things will basically have no good way to go after death.

Fate and sin are accumulated together with the small and big things that happen in life.

But these Meng Po didn't want to tell the ghost that he had sensed a faint trace of demon energy.

It came out of a more familiar demon.

Po Meng frowned slightly, hastily put a carton of Po Meng's soup in the hand of the strong man, and summoned a little devil to sit in the town and beat his head temporarily.

There is a small bridge hole under the Naihe Bridge, which is a place for him to take a nap during his lunch break. There is only a small bed and two chairs in the small space.

He walked to the entrance of the small bridge, swung open the manjushahua that looked like a rolling shutter, turned sideways to the nothingness of death, and said, "Come out, dreams are not white."

The shrunken version of Meng Feibai appeared generously and entered the bridge hole with him.

"It's a good place for you." He looked around the cave and sighed in a low voice.

Granny Meng didn't take it seriously, "It's just a place to be lazy. You came here very quickly. Did you finish what I said?"

Thinking that the trouble was about to come, Meng Po's handsome face rarely showed an emotion called relaxation.

He always knew that Meng Feibai was quick and reliable, but he didn't expect him to be able to be so quick. It's really rare in the devil world.

You are completely mistaken...

Meng Feibai secretly sighed, if Yidao knew this, what would he think.

"The matter you entrusted to me is still a little bit close." He said vaguely, skipping the point, "He is in the coffee in the Devil Realm right now. It's not urgent. I'm here this time to ask you... um, to help , You also know the situation of my family, they always force me to be that demon king, I definitely don’t want to, recently the elders and the others just stay in the coffee shop and don’t leave, it’s really boring to watch every day.”

"So?" Meng Po silently lit a piece of wax for him.

"That's why I was forced to come here." Although Meng Feibai said that his expression is usually less, but at the critical moment, he is definitely a proper acting style, and he said bitterly: "If you are a buddy, let me be with you Hide here for a few days, a week at most, definitely no more than half a month, maybe a month or so..."

"Only a week! Don't wait for more." To prevent the demon from making further progress, Granny Meng hurriedly said.

"Okay, a week is fine."

Everything was as he expected.

"I've been living in your dream recently, don't let Wuchang know about it for now." Meng Feibai already regarded Po Meng's dream as his own.

You're welcome.

Meng Po snorted silently, but she didn't stop Meng Feibai from turning into a gloomy light and entering into his heart.

It's just that I seem to have forgotten something.

In the dream, Meng Feibai looked at the ultra-small version of Meng Po who passed through his body and scratched his head.

correct!Ran Deng didn't seem to tell him about it!

"Forget it, it's not important anyway." The Dream Demon waved his hand, and simply dozed off in Granny Meng's dream.

The earring of human flesh on his left earlobe, Ran Deng, is almost dumbfounding, this heartless devil!Why is it not important to me!

However, if Granny Meng knew that not only a demon sneaked into the underworld, but also brought a light bulb along with the Buddha, I don't know how I should feel.

Forget it, it's better not to let him know.

Ran Deng, the shrunken earring version, dreamed that Meng Fei was fast asleep, so he could only recite the mantra silently to restore his real body. After a few shallow Buddha seals, he carried His Highness the Dream Demon floating in mid-air to the nearest big bed .

Is it more comfortable to take off your clothes when you sleep?

huh?

But taking off your clothes and sleeping is too easy to misfire, the poor monk is really embarrassing.

Ran Deng quickly pulled Meng Feibai's jacket and trousers, while chanting about Amitabha... The monks are compassionate.

After staying with Meng Feibai for a long time, I have learned the shameless traits of the devil world thoroughly!

The house he randomly found just now turned out to be Po Meng's former residence. It was clean and tidy without any peculiar smell, and even the bedding was brand new. It can be seen that Po Meng in the dream had just moved here and hadn't lived in it yet, but these two intruders fell asleep first.

However, the lamp race is already dead and dreams are not in vain, and they put a sleep mark on him. As long as the time is not up, even if it is XXOO hundreds of times in a row, it is impossible to wake up.

Holding His Majesty the Dream Demon who was thin but overall soft, Ran Deng took a deep breath, and the unprecedented satisfaction hit his heart, so warm that he couldn't speak.

After thousands of years, they finally slept together again!

Well, what a sweet dream, isn't it?

"Ah-choo—" Meng Po, who had just returned to her post and was distributing Meng Po soup step by step, sneezed for the first time in hundreds of years.

"Are you catching a cold? Do you want to add some clothes? Be careful that you have nowhere to buy medicine when you have a cold. Although I am a ghost and have no senses, it is really cold here. Is it because too many ghosts have gathered? You Is it really Meng Po? How did Du Niang say that you are a woman?" A ghost who was biting a straw and drinking soup asked curiously.

Granny Meng rubbed her nose and gave him a sideways glance, and shouted: "Where is so much nonsense, hurry up, next one!"