I rely on green tea to coax the amnesia master back

The Black River flows, and countless souls follow, one after another, swimming forward.They were expressionless, as if they were just doing the same prescribed movements, dragging their invisible bodies into the last barrier.

This is the real walking dead.

The Mengpo soup was steaming hot, and the souls took the soup one by one, introduced it into the belly, and then stepped into reincarnation.However, different from these repeated behaviors, there is a man in Tsing Yi lying on his back on the black boulder beside him.

Although he has no shape, his eyes glanced over the souls lined up one after another, but even if he looked all over, he still couldn't find the boy he was looking for.

A pair of withered hands like trees lay before his eyes: "Drink it, you can't wait any longer."

It seems to be the first meeting, but as everyone knows, this conversation has been repeated hundreds of times.Duan Qingyun also waited here for countless days.

There are too many wandering Lipo, earlier days, Duan Qingyun still had leisure time to search for them one by one, but they found nothing.Until the end, he could only wait stubbornly at the last checkpoint between the underworld and the human world, trying to wait for the person in his heart.

The longer he waited, the calmer Duan Qingyun's mood became. He also thought that maybe the other party had already left this place. After all, Dong Yixiu was usually foolish, and he might have been tricked into drinking Meng Po soup.But he waited for many days, but he still didn't give up, and he refused to drink the bowl of soup.

He wanted to wait a little longer, in case the little guy just walked a little slower and didn't meet anyone he knew later, maybe he was going to cry again.

Thinking of this, Duan Qingyun suddenly chuckled and shook his head.

What are you thinking, Dong Yixiu is not very vulnerable in front of him, but very calm, and only in front of his senior brother can he show his truest side.

The Mengpo soup printed his face, which was no different from the usual one, so it seemed even more hypocritical.Duan Qingyun looked away slightly, feeling inexplicably conflicted, although he didn't understand what he was disgusted with.

He pretended to be gentle for so long that he almost forgot his true nature. Finally, when he thought about it, this life was really too humiliating and unpleasant.

"Either, he has already drank Meng Po's soup, or he is still alive in this world." Seeing that he ignored her, Meng Po simply sat down on the stone steps, and the soup in the bowl was almost overflowed by her. .She continued in that extremely hoarse and weak voice, "Everyone is busy reincarnating. I haven't seen you like this. Everyone is dead. I don't know what I'm still clinging to. I'm stubborn."

People are dead.

As the memory penetrated into his mind, Duan Qingyun squinted his eyes slightly, and opened them in an instant, he couldn't help but suddenly realized that he was already dead.

What's the point of waiting.According to Young Master Dong's stubbornness, he probably didn't want to go with him at all.Maybe he is still hiding in the dark, waiting to see his jokes, or maybe, Xianjun is very powerful, maybe he is not dead at all...

Forget it, he shook his head, throwing away those unrealistic imaginations.

Duan Qingyun saw Dong Yixiu die with his own eyes, how could there be a secret method of resurrection in this world, he laughed at himself for being ignorant, and went the old way of those desperadoes.

The clothes were dancing, only a slight sound was heard, Duan Qingyun jumped off the boulder, took the soup in Granny Meng's hand with one hand, after the violent turmoil, it finally became still, clearly showing Duan Qingyun's terrifyingly calm face.

"That's right." He said to himself in a low voice, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth.

Then he drank it all in one gulp, and he dropped the porcelain bowl to the ground, bursting instantly.

Duan Qingyun folded his hands behind his head, followed the wandering soul, and gradually disappeared out of the clouds.

Then I wish you eternal peace and happiness, free from sorrow, joy and worry.