magic barrier

From the Wangchuan River to the end of Huangquan Road, this area is basically Po Meng's territory, and generally there will be no ghosts without long eyes coming to blind BB.

The way of survival is basically the same as that of all walks of life, ghosts are also bullying.

For example, the honest bull head and horse face are always harassed by restless little ghosts and big ghosts. Sometimes they are very restless when sleeping.

Itching is a trivial matter, and it will be more embarrassing if you scratch the key parts.

And Niutou has always admired Po Meng, but Po Meng is too domineering, even the ghost king gave him a special face, and there have always been rumors in the underworld that Po Meng is frigid.

Everyone living below is naturally the one who follows instinctive desires, and lust alone can't satisfy them at all, and they can't beat Granny Meng...

This is probably the reason why Po Meng has never been harassed by any pursuit for thousands of years despite being so handsome and unparalleled.

Until this peaceful stalemate was completely broken by a Shura.

He began to pursue Po Meng desperately, wishing he could just grow up at the bridge of Naihe, he even liked the fierce look of Po Meng glaring at him, and being beaten up was all the joy of life.

The stinky and shameless vigor is a bit like the current Ran Deng, who beats and scolds freely, and even praises "nice job" when he turns back!

Granny Meng has a cold and withdrawn personality, and she is very annoying to this Shura. In the end, she even used ghost blood to cast a forbidden spell on the ghost way. It took a lot of cultivation to isolate Shura from the underworld circle.

This guy is now the key protection object of the Six Realms, and he cannot be killed casually.

Although Yin and Yang are separated, Granny Meng knows that this is not a long-term solution. Shura said goodbye, there are so many strange treasures, and now there is only Yidao, the only one left. The treasures must belong to him, and it will be broken in a hundred years at most. The forbidden technique he worked so hard to promulgate.

A hundred years is just a flick of a finger for these sentient beings who will not die unless they die, so Meng Po approached Meng Feibai, intending to exchange her own dream for Yidao's dream.

Let him completely forget what he expects and what he is obsessed with that shouldn't exist in the first place, and everything will be fine as long as it returns to the way it was before.

He is also the Meng Po who guides the reincarnation of all living beings on the Naihe Bridge, and he is also the last survivor of the Shura Way.

Meng Feibai is an invisible demon, cunning, insidious, and unscrupulous... But in terms of transactions, he has a good reputation.

Meng Po was relieved and calmly served his Meng Po soup.

Thousands of years ago, soup was just packed in small broken bowls with some cracks on the wall, and later it was teacups, lunch boxes, glass bottles... Now it has developed into a fully automatic pasteurization heat treatment, no need for a spoonful It is more hygienic and quicker to scoop out a spoonful in person, and he is much more leisurely than a thousand years ago.

This is what Luosha saw when he came to the bank of the Wangchuan River. That figure was pure white, and his face was like jade. No matter what he faced, he always seemed to be so deserted.

The white robe formed a strong contrast with the blood-red manjusawa everywhere, and it was so commensurate, as if the purest color in the world should be rendered like this.

The little brilliance of the flower cores on the other side is enough to see the old disrepair of the bridge piers of the Naihe Bridge.

No, maybe Po Meng is the one who knows best.

Luo Sha's eyes were deep and uncertain. After a while, he restrained his evil smile, straightened his face, and walked towards the bridge with a businesslike look.

"Meng Po, the King of Ghosts issued a notice saying that the meeting will be held at five o'clock in the evening."

Granny Meng raised her eyelids, "Five o'clock?"

Wouldn't it be going to the Devil's coffee again?

Luosha seemed to know what he was thinking, walked over to pick up the Meng Po soup in the basket, and offered to distribute some for him: "The location is set in the meeting room of the Yan Luo side hall. The ghost king was going to the human world, but the big cow They collectively protested that our own meeting room is about to grow hair, so it should be said several times."

Seeing his meddling, Po Meng leaned on the bridge with her arms folded, and said flatly, "You encouraged them."

Luo Sha shook his head and smiled, not denying it: "It doesn't matter where I go... I guess Yidao is still squatting at the succubus at this moment, and he finally got rid of it for a while. It will always be troublesome to meet again."

Meng Po gave him a cold look, "The trouble is also my business."

Luo Sha rubbed his nose and said, "Okay, let me be troubled."

Although Meng Feibai fell asleep in the arms of Ran Deng in Granny Meng's dream, he still had basic alertness to the outside world. When he heard someone mention his name, he subconsciously opened his eyes and blurted out. Getting up from the bed, I wanted to touch the clothes bed, but unexpectedly touched the warm and soft fresh flesh.

No wonder I slept so soundly just now. It turns out that the monks with the natural fragrance that helps sleep have stored food.

Meng Feibai, with a messy hairstyle, stretched out his finger and poked Ran Deng's chest expressionlessly, "It's hard."

Ran Deng, "..."

Fingers along the six-pack of muscles, all the way to the firm belly, poking wildly.

Ran Deng was shocked, "Wait! Don't touch here!"

Meng Feibai looked up blankly, "Why?"

Ran Deng hurriedly took his hand, wrapped his arms around his shoulders and let him lie down, "It's hard here too, it's not fun."

Meng Feibai nestled softly on Randeng's chest, so overwhelmed by the smell of Randeng's flesh that he couldn't help biting out a few clear tooth marks.

The shape is very good, and His Royal Highness's teeth are very good.

Ran Deng is really happy and painful, "Honey, can we bite lightly? - Aww -"

Well, it's better not to say.

It bleeds from the bite.

Meng Feibai slowly raised his head, a few streaks of blood were still stained on the corners of his lips, and his face was flushed with crimson just after waking up, seductive, even the Buddha couldn't resist this kind of charm.

"What did you say?"

Ran Deng swallowed profuse saliva, "No, nothing."

Meng Feibai said coldly: "Why are you here." He also had a nympho expression on his face.

"I..." Why didn't I continue to be the earrings? It's a long story. "Can we put on the clothes first?"

Relative to the tree body, easy to be impulsive.

Meng Feibai licked the sweet blood from the corner of his lips, his complexion gradually warmed up.

Don't worry, I will eat you sooner or later.

He looked at Ran Deng with gentle and kind eyes, as if he was the rarest treasure in the world.

So he was soothed by a mouthful of blood that he didn't ask anything?Ran Deng didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

Forget it, at least he is still useful to the succubus.

Such high-quality ingredients... Hey, ingredients, follow pets.

Ran Deng thought he would get dressed and go back to the outside of the dream to find out what happened.

But Meng Feibai lay down as if nothing had happened, pulled the quilt, turned over and continued to sleep, he was so careless to the extreme.

Magic is to enjoy, no matter when and where, since you can sleep comfortably, why don't you continue to sleep...

Okay, count yourself as cruel.

Seeing him falling asleep again, Ran Deng simply hugged him to his chest and closed his eyes.

Even if it is confirmed that I am no threat to you... you shouldn't let me approach you so rashly! ...Well, it feels pretty good here.

It's pretty good here too.