"Sister Meng, you are so beautiful, I used to think you were an old woman. ”

Guan Xing is almost afraid of death, what he is afraid of is the bowl of chicken soup in the hand of this woman named Meng Po.

"Little sister's mouth is so sweet, I'm three thousand six hundred years old, even if you call your mother, you have to drink this bowl of chicken soup, dust to dust, dust to earth, forget the past to reincarnate with peace of mind!"

"But I'm afraid that if I forget him, I won't be able to find him in the next life, Mother Meng, you can fulfill me! Reincarnate with memories, at least I can find him!"

Guan Xing said with tears streaming down his face.

"Hey, why force the next life if you have no fate, let's drink the chicken soup boiled by the water of my Lechuan River! The reason why life is painful is because the memory is too good, so it's good to forget, it's best to forget clean, good child, obedient ———and obedient!"

However, the goddess of Qiaotou is not in vain, her soul-stirring housekeeping skills have not been missed for thousands of years, and a few words of chicken soup coaxed Guan Xing to take over the rich chicken soup.

This soup is quite good-looking, with scattered coriander leaves floating in the white fragrant soup, evaluating whether a bowl of soup is good or not, the key is to hang the bowl, this bowl of soup is definitely a signboard if it is placed in the world.

Guan Xing picked up the bowl and stopped crying, let go of all his nostalgia, and drank it slowly.

Sweet, bitter, pungent, sour, salty, this is the taste of Meng Po soup, which is like the five flavors of life.

Gradually, Guan Xing forgot his parents, forgot his brother who grew up together, and forgot his classmates and colleagues, but there was an indelible image in his mind.

"Mother Meng, why can't I forget someone?"

Guan Xing asked.

"Uh-let's have another bowl then!"

At this moment, there was an intermittent call from Huangquan Road.

"Xiaoxing, where are you? Sister is here to save you!"

The silence of Hades echoed with a pleasant call, but Guan Xing forgot who he was, and did not know that the female voice was actually calling for himself.

"Little sister, drink, drink!" Sister Meng urged, and another bowl of storage is clean, no matter who finds it, it can't go back!

Walking on Huangquan Road is just a ghost, and after crossing the Nai He Bridge, it is a real ghost.

Guan Xing drank another bowl, she smacked her cherry lips and pondered slightly, but there was still a figure in her mind.

In the Hutong Village like a chicken coop village, in the moment of life and death, the man like the wind risked his life to save himself, and he also saw his body, although he had a large stack of beautiful and confidantes, but I just liked it.

The two bowls of Meng Po soup still did not erase Guan Xing's love for Huang Li.

"Little sister, how is it, do you still have an attachment to Hongchen?" said Granny Meng suspiciously.

She saw Guan Xing's expression in her eyes, and that little expression clearly meant that she still had seven emotions and six desires.

Another love species!

Guan Xing's situation made her feel a little tricky, and after crossing the Nai He Bridge, her task was completed, but the ghost whose memory has not been erased is an unqualified ghost.

Granny Meng is serious and responsible for her work, how can she be fooled.

"Little sister, why don't we have another bowl of drink?" I don't want money!" Granny Meng said seductively.

"Well, I guess I'll make it after drinking a few more bowls, I drank a bowl of this soup at the beginning, and it was hard to drink, but after drinking the second bowl, it was delicious, let's have another bowl!"

Guan Xing handed over the bowl.

"............", Granny Meng was speechless.

Guan Xing was addicted to this Meng Po soup, and drank six bowls in a row, but he still didn't wipe off his memories before his death.

At this time, the side of the Nai He Bridge was already crowded with dead souls, and the arrival of Guan Xing actually blocked the traffic on the Nai He Bridge.

"What's going on, Lao Tzu is blocked in the world, and he is still blocked when he arrives in the underworld, what kind of world!"

"Don't let me, don't let me go home!"

"Hey, that little girl, the person who hasn't forgotten after drinking so much Meng Po soup owes you money or love, isn't life worth nostalgia for!"

The undead are accumulating more and more, and if they are not dealt with, they will evolve into a rally, which alarmed the upper echelons of the Hades Mansion is not a joke, Sister Meng frowned and looked at Guan Xing.

"Little sister, what kind of magic did that stinky man cast on you, those memories are actually engraved in the soul, Meng Po Tang can't get rid of those red dusty past, let my sister come to clear it for you personally.

Sister Meng was calm, her mind moved, and the wisps of green smoke disappeared into Guan Xing's body.

At this moment, a bewitching figure floated down to the side of the bridge, the sea-blue dress outlined the perfect curve, the blonde hair and blue eyes were exotic, the cold gaze, and the huge scythe in his hand glowed.

The plump body intoxicated the undead, and the sharp scythe made the undead shudder.

Huang Li's Grim Reaper is not inferior to the goddess Eris, and his sexuality and cold-bloodedness are more than the deity.

"Xiaoxing, sister is here to take you home!"

Huang Li floated to his own god, and when he saw Guan Xing and the legendary Sister Meng at a glance, he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart

- "How --- how can he be a mutant?"

Huang Li knows that there are mutants in the world, but how can there be mutants in this underworld, the strain is simply pervasive!