When this netherworld was in the underworld, Duan He didn't know much. After all, I don't know that kind of place very well.

However, seeing such a look before and after, Duan He was really embarrassed. Originally, he said that when he came here, the fox was his guide. I should listen to the fox in everything, but now the fox clearly wants to send himself to death.

After Meng Po was told to be broken, her face changed. The place where there were many people just now disappeared in an instant, and only Meng Po Duan He and the fox were left.

The fox wagged his tail, still very nice and charming. If you can cultivate into a fox spirit, you must be a fox spirit with all kinds of charms.

Duan He swallowed his saliva and took a step back.

He was scared, very scared, very afraid. This fear comes from the heart, and Duan He has never been afraid when facing a group of enemies. When he was drunk, he was not afraid of meeting a master, and even the pagoda was not afraid of facing a crowd of people.

At this moment, Duan He was scared. The fear in his heart made him retreat step by step, everything around him became more and more depressed, and every breath was like a difficult breath in a pile of clouds.

"This thing, it's good in the morning or late. If you think about this bridge, you have to drink it, you know! ”

Meng Po's hands trembling with the bowl, this is the soup she boiled, and it is also her artwork. The last thing she could tolerate was for a person to refuse to drink her soup. Her soup can make the world forget its troubles and make people start over again. What a beautiful thing this is, but Meng Po has never been able to figure out why so many people are reluctant to drink it. There were even many people who personally begged her for a bowl of Meng Po soup. As a result, when I wanted to drink it, I didn't drink it again.

Perhaps the complexity of human beings is not even clear to them.

Duan He stood there stunned, not knowing how to reply.

Now it's all like a dream. A living Meng Po, she is still a Meng Po who can speak. It's all fantasy to think about.

Duan He took a few more steps back, a few big steps back, and didn't stop until he was closer to the fox.

In the current situation, neither advance nor retreat. Duan He didn't know why the fox had to bring him here, and he looked at himself with the right look on his face.

"Fox, why did you bring me here? I'm going back, not reincarnating. Duan He whispered.

As if he hadn't heard, the fox wagged his tail again, and fell asleep on the ground.

Now, there is no one to divert the topic. Duan He stood beside the fox and looked at Meng Po with a fierce face.

"You have to drink it, you have to drink it if you don't drink it!" Meng Po shouted loudly.

Her patience was running out, so she took the bowl and walked towards Duan He step by step.

Duan He could only retreat, and his hand subconsciously touched his waist. At this moment, he was completely stunned.

There is no sword on his waist.

The most important thing for a swordsman is the sword. If the swordsman did not have his own sword, this life would cease to exist.

Duan He clearly remembered that he was carrying a sword, and that sword was also used by him to kill Lou Sang Er Immortal. And now, Duan He couldn't find it.

He clearly remembered that he put the sword on his body before leaving, and he also clearly remembered that he had just touched the sword.

Now, the sword is gone.

The sword is gone, and the life is gone.

Duan He suddenly lost his confidence, and the confidence of a swordsman was not only his own swordsmanship, but that sword. This sword may not be that important, but it is a symbol of a swordsman.

"Stumped, I'm going to die here." Duan He sighed for a while.

Meng Po Tang had already arrived at Duan He's side with the bowl, and the two were close before Duan He could see Meng Po's face clearly.

It was a face that could no longer be vicissitudes, and there seemed to be many stories hidden in every wrinkle. Most of these stories are tragic, so tragic that Meng Po herself sells Meng Po soup here, but she has not forgotten her own memories.

Step by step, getting closer. The bowl of soup was almost put to Duan He's mouth, and Duan He could only use his internal force to force his whole body and staggered backwards.

"Wait a minute!"

After taking a few steps back and forth like this, Duan He suddenly stopped Meng Po.

The result surprised Duan He, Meng Po really stopped.

In Meng Po's eyes, there was suddenly more loss, endless loss.

"You, again, are people who don't want to drink Meng Po soup."

Meng Po sat down suddenly, and that action was clearly something that only a girl could do.

She lowered her head slightly, and there was actually a tear in the corner of her eye.

"Uh..." Duan He was a little helpless, he had no experience in this area. I said a few words casually, and I actually said that I cried an aunt.

"Hmmm... Auntie, don't cry. Duan He was stunned for a long time and said.

Meng Po raised her head, and it was obvious that she was still dissatisfied with the title of this aunt.

"Really, if you call me that, I want to kill you!" Meng Po roared.

Duan He didn't dare to move, and stood straight. The fear that comes from the bottom of my heart can't be eliminated in a moment and a half.

Meng Po sighed and said, "Since you don't want to drink soup, can you talk to me?" It's been a long time since anyone has been here. ”

Duan He was stunned again, and said, "You are Meng Po, shouldn't there be big ghosts and small ghosts coming to you every day?" ”

Meng Po shook her head and said, "What you said, that's Meng Po." This is not a place of life or death. I'm only here to save some souls like you. As for my true body, I am indeed busy in the Netherworld right now. ”

I don't know why, but the tone of these words sounds like a little girl. Duan He had a good impression of her for no reason, and walked a few steps over.

"So, what's so unhappy about you?" Duan He asked.

"You know I'm not happy?" Meng Po looked surprised.

"Didn't you say it yourself..." Duan He was a little helpless, and Meng Po still had tears on her face. Tears flowed to the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, emitting an eerie glow.

Meng Po sighed and said, "Then you, do you want to hear what grievances I have?" ”

"Okay, tell me about it." Duan He found a place to sit down.

Until now, the party members and the body can be regarded as completely relaxed. The Meng Po in front of her is not a bad person, at least not like a bad person now. And the sword in his hand can't be found, and his life is gone. Instead of staying here, listen to Meng Po's story now.

Meng Po cleared her throat and said, "You, do you know who Meng Po is?" ”

In this sentence, Meng Po's voice is very beautiful. It sounded like a girl, a teenage and generous girl, delicately slicing across Duan He's eardrums.

Hearing this voice, Duan He's heart throbbed, and he nodded, ready to continue listening.