magic barrier

When Granny Meng arrived in Fengdu, she felt like she was on the rise. The place she lived in was many times more luxurious than when he was in Naiheqiao. The food and clothing were absolutely top-notch. No matter where she went, she would always have five accompanying ghosts, and the treatment of the king of ghosts. That's all!

But no matter how gorgeous and beautiful this underworld city can be.

Granny Meng didn't pay much attention to these things. In his opinion, this place is not as comfortable as his little bridgehead.

I used to be busy all day and all night, but now I have nothing else to do except to inspect a few laps casually and cook a few pots of Mengpo soup myself.

This period of time unexpectedly became a rare idle light in the millennium.

"How do you feel in Fengdu? Do you feel good?" Meng Feibai snatched the smoked tea from Granny Meng's hand and drank it by himself.

Granny Meng shook her head, "What a pleasure, it's just a few days of leisure, I'll take it after a while."

Once the turmoil in the underworld has settled, isn't it their hard-working subordinates who will handle the chores and the finishing touches?But compared to Black and White Impermanence and Bull Head Horse Mian Brothers, it is much better.

Meng Feibai couldn't help showing a little smile when he thought of how dark the black and white Wuchang's faces were when they saw yesterday.

From this point of view, the ghost king really treated Po Meng well.

Being robbed of tea and refreshments by the dream demon, Granny Meng was extremely calm. It should be said that he has gotten used to it these days. I didn't care about anything when I asked him to do things, and I gradually followed his temperament.

Meng Feibai naturally knew in his heart that although he did not play cards according to common sense, he did things with the utmost sense of propriety.

What's more, he is very guilty, and there is a monk who sneaked in under his earlobe.

Granny Meng poured herself another cup of tea, holding the steamy teacup, said calmly: "There is only one more day until the seven-day limit."

At that time, he and Meng Feibai had made a decision to keep him in the underworld to hide from the limelight for a week, and then he would do whatever he was supposed to do after a week. He had done his best.

Meng Feibai nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will return to the world after tomorrow. The coffee shop has been very busy recently, so I can't do it without me."

The lamp was attached under his ears, covered by the broken hair. Hearing this, he couldn't help sighing in his heart, as expected of a devil, his face is really extraordinary.

In the past few days, the coffee shop has been rented out by demons, and other people are not allowed to enter without permission. Although the remaining demons are throwing money, they don't need staff to serve them at all, and they even take over the work of washing dishes and dusting. Letting go of all possible performance opportunities, Caiyue, Di Xiaohua and other employees are terribly idle, so don't be too comfortable eating, drinking and drinking every day!

Meng Feibai lit a cigarette for himself, "Well, I should finish what you told me when I go back."

Po Meng's heart relaxed, "It's true."

For some reason, he suddenly remembered Yidao's pale Shura face.

Where did she come from, why did she come from, Po Meng no longer remembers.He is used to loneliness, but he is not used to having something around him.

It’s not that I never envied the impermanence of black and white, bull head and horse face them. At first, the judge was the same as him, and he walked alone. Later, the judge also had someone to accompany him. Zhong Kui never lacked for fun, and gradually became him alone, and persisted. A hundred years of tasteless life.

For Yidao, the most important thing must be to revive Shura's lineage, instead of spending all day in the underworld, tainted with the dead air that should not belong to him.

Granny Meng stood up, straightened her slightly messy skirt, "I'm going out for a walk."

Fengdu is not an easy city, he can take this opportunity to find out.

Meng Feibai nodded, and turned into a ray of light to escape into his dream.

Of course, don't forget to hold the lamp together, the world is his in the dream, even if Po Meng is the master of the dream, there is nothing he can do.

Ran Deng was able to recover his real body, and showed him a smirk, "Are we leaving tomorrow?"

Meng Feibai counted and said: "Well, after holding it for so long, some things should be almost unbearable." Before leaving tomorrow, I should be able to watch the annual drama.

Ran Deng sighed: "I always feel that you are very powerful, and you can count everything by breaking your fingers."

"Because I have brains." Meng Feibai pointed to his own head, and lay down on Granny Meng's big white bed, "If you're as stupid as you are, you won't understand."

No sentient being in the Six Realms dared to stand up and say that he knew everything, even the magic weapon of Shura Dao had no [-]% chance.

"Okay, I don't move." Ran Deng smiled and took off his heels and climbed onto the bed, but before he could get close to Meng Feibai, he was kicked down hard by his big feet.

Meng Feibai didn't even lift her eyelids, "I'm hungry."

Ran Deng was startled, and smiled wryly.

This is a dream, ancestor, where can I get you food.

He froze on the ground and didn't move, but after a while he saw a little finger hooking him provocatively, "Come here soon."

I really don't have the consciousness of being a food reserve at all.

The Dream Demon was somewhat dissatisfied.

Yesterday I changed into a set of white shirt and trousers that Meng Feibai didn't wear, and now Meng Feibai was rubbing on the bed in a mess, most of her chest was exposed, and her slender legs were also exposed, looking like white jade. Eyes straightened, restless.

However, Meng Feibai is not conscious of this aspect yet, and his eyes are full of sarcasm and provocation.

It's just... horrific!

Although the lamp has already imagined tens of thousands of words of the thunderclap scene, but the person is like a piece of wood. It was not until Meng Feibai hooked his calf that he realized how subtle and... intense their posture is now.

It's completely in a state of wanting to tear B up and fight.

"Wait, that's not right."

"What's wrong?" Meng Feibai sneered, his hand had been digging in his chest for several rounds, barely pulling out one or two dry Meng.

Nima, each time is less than ten seconds, it's not enough to get between the teeth!

Mengfei hated that iron could not become steel, "You can't dream!"

"I have." Ran Deng was extremely innocent, hugging Meng Feibai's shoulder, and sniffed a few times closer.

There is only a clean smell of sunshine, which is simply...too inconsistent with the tall, domineering and shameless temperament of the succubus.

Incredible.

The nose is full of sweet and wonderful air, and Meng Feibai feels like he is about to float up.

Ran Deng's body has a great influence on him, which is not a good thing for Meng Feibai.A demon can indulge, can be shameless, can be lazy, can watch movies and love to play, but most of all he will not allow himself to have weaknesses.

All the Six Realms know his weakness, that is, he is picky, he is very picky about the taste of dreams, and he will never eat dreams that look down on him, and it is precisely because of this that the Six Realms can let him, a dangerous demon, run free for so long.

Now inexplicably, there is another thing that can be regarded as a weakness for Meng Feibai, a monk!

Killing Ran Deng or keeping Ran Deng, which one is more beneficial to him.Meng Feibai had already thought about it when he met Ran Deng, and it would be more beneficial to keep him.

But the change in his heart at this moment made Meng Feibai feel murderous again. He didn't like the feeling of being influenced and restrained.

The three sons of the devil world are all devils with strong self-control, otherwise the sex devil would not be able to practice by writing yellow texts.

Thousands of years of strong control can't resist the temptation of Ran Deng's body.

Meng Feibai evoked a beautiful smile, and his facial features were bright and dazzling in an instant, but his sharp nails had quietly stood up, only less than half an inch away from Ran Deng's throat.

With his means, he can be easily finished in an instant without causing him any pain.

But facing Ran Deng's calm and gentle eyes, he couldn't do anything for a moment.

In his eyes, it seemed that he was the only one.

Why didn't Deng Deng know that he wanted to kill himself... Oh my god, my heart was broken into slag. Is there any reason, but the dream demon smiled so beautifully at this moment, and the monk was so seductive that he lost his soul, so why hide? hide.

At worst, you die, and you will be reincarnated to find him in your next life!

Anyway, I'm in the underworld now, so it's very convenient to go to Naihe Bridge!

There is no bottom line, no lower limit, and no integrity to like a demon, but Ran Deng is not ashamed but proud.

Anyway, "you're happy."

Meng Feibai's smile suddenly cooled down, and he withdrew his hand, pushing his big face away, "Rolling——I'm not happy to see you."

"Others are fine, but this is not." You can kill me, but you can't let me go away.

Ran Deng leaned over and hugged Meng Feibai's neck, gnawed a couple of mouthfuls, and was punched and kicked again, but his heart was still secretly happy.

Hey, I know you can't bear it!

"Go away—"

"Do not."

"Fuck, Po Meng was taken away by Rakshasa, get lost—"

"Ah? Oh, don't be angry when I get up... ah..." Ran Deng was still very happy after being hit on the head.

Meng Feibai didn't really want to drive him away!

very nice.

Outside of the dream, Po Meng, who was supposed to go to investigate, met Luo Sha, who came to Fengdu to fill in the family. small teahouse.

After that meeting, the two ghost officials got together to drink tea and chat.

All the ghosts in the underworld know that Po Meng hates the smell of alcohol, but they don't know that Po Meng is actually allergic to alcohol, commonly known as pouring in one sip.

He never took the initiative to drink alcohol, but today he became aware of the fact that the jasmine tea contained alcohol.

Granny Meng didn't come up in one breath, and she just talked unconsciously.

When Meng Feibai and Ran Deng were looking out from Po Meng's dream, the drunk Po Meng had already been placed by Rakshasa in a small courtyard in the back hall of Yan Luo.

It should be the place where Rakshasa usually rests. It is quite hidden, and there is not even a patrol ghost around, which shows how much Rakshasa has the trust of the superiors.

Meng Feibai touched his chin, floating in the air weightlessly.

"Call Yidao." Luo Sha originally had such thoughts for Granny Meng, and it's interesting that such a cruel ghost who doesn't recognize his relatives will be emotional.

Ran Deng was puzzled, "Huh? I can't come even if I tell him."

"Not necessarily." Meng Feibai picked up the phone, and the signal in the underworld was not bad.

Dream Demon, Dream Eater, besides tinkering with dreams, what is he best at?

Breaking the array and cracking it, graduated from the Demon Realm, with a certificate.