"Lord Hades, just now, I have already told the truth of the whole thing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info you also know that the magic mirror is the treasure of the underworld! I don't know what you think about this! ”

"Xingtai, you're right! Just now, I already sensed his presence! It is estimated that at this time, he has already arrived at the Nai He Bridge! Let the old woman's 'five-flavor Meng Po soup' help me test it again! Just as Xuantian rejoined the team of the spirits and slowly moved forward, in a hidden place, there were two people talking, and most of the content of the conversation was related to Xuantian.

Besides, Xuantian, after making a fuss on the Wangxiang Platform by mistake, he walked in one direction with the other spirits. And Xuantian also had time to carefully understand this unknown world.

The mist was always yellow, as if it could never be dispersed, and the strings of light that flickered from time to time added to the horror of the place.

"Damn, what the hell is this place! It's the underworld, it should be! That Lao Tzu is not dead, why did he go to Wangxiangtai in a daze! While observing the surrounding environment, Xuantian did not forget to curse fiercely in his heart. However, just when Xuantian was not angry in his heart, the team in front of him stopped at some point. No one knew what was going on, and all the spirits stood there as if they had accepted their fate.

"Damn, where is that! It's not going to hell! When I was a child, I heard people say that there are eighteen layers of hell! "The thought that there might be hell in front of him, Xuantian was really a little scared in his heart, but it was just a momentary feeling. It didn't take long for Xuantian to think about it. Because in his worldview, there is no use in accepting fate.

Just take the time when their father and son went out to sea to fish and suddenly encountered a flock of demon gulls, if they chose to accept their fate, I am afraid that there would be nothing Xuantian has now. Of course, Xuantian also knew that the current situation was already very miserable. After all, this is the legendary underworld.

"I crossed the bridge, and the five-flavored Meng Po soup; Forget the past and step on reincarnation! "Just when all the spirits stopped, I don't know where the tune of my hometown came. And these four sentences are always repeated in the erratic minor key.

"What a bridge, what Meng Po soup, what kind of fun is this! Ah, no, this can't be the legendary Nai He Bridge and Meng Po Soup. I heard that the old woman's soup, as long as she drank it, she would forget everything in her previous life. Even if you resist and don't want to drink, a soul hook knife will immediately appear under her feet to stumble her feet, and a sharp copper pipe will pierce her throat, forcing the soup to pour down. Damn, I won't let Lao Tzu meet that old woman today! Oh my God, is there a sense of public morality! I'm a good young man who demands progress! For a while, when Xuantian thought of Meng Po soup from that minor key, he actually muttered to himself, and even said what "progressive good youth" was.

However, for the unbridled shouts of this special spirit man around him, the other spirit people seemed to have been hit by a magic barrier, without a little change in mood, as if coming here and waiting for the old woman's judgment was already a fateful thing.

"Damn, what are you! There is no spirit of resistance at all! However, heroes don't suffer immediate losses, since you all cooperate, then let's cooperate too! "I wanted to cause some disturbances among the spirits around me through my performance, but in the end, I became the only spirits who spoke out. Such a blow is quite big for Xuantian. So when he saw an old lady faintly in front of him drinking soup for the spirit people around him, he also chose to drink the soup obediently.

"God knows, if the old woman will suddenly make a hook or something" is someone's inner monologue.

Just when someone was still wondering what the five-flavor Meng Po soup was, he had already followed the flow of people to the old woman's side.

Looking up, the old woman was still the kind one who concealed her kindness, her gray hair, although it looked a little messy, was bound by a black hairpin, and that kind face was already crawling with the marks of time. No need to ask, you know that this old man should be over 80 years old.

But these are just Xuantian's observations and speculations. I heard in Demon Cloud City that the city lord Demon Cloud was 800 years old, but when Xuantian saw him, he was only in his 40s, and he had to say that there were still many things that Xuantian didn't know about this world.

"Drink, drink, there will be no pain when you drink, and you will be able to let go of everything if you drink it!"

"Can you really forget everything! What if it were all good! Faced with a bowl of steaming, somewhat muddy soup, Xuantian didn't know where he got the courage, and he didn't even have the door to say it.

"Damn, I didn't want to say it, I just thought about it in my heart, why did I say it! It's bad now, don't take that old woman to heart! As soon as he said the words, Xuantian secretly regretted that he was too talkative.

However, to Xuantian's surprise, the old woman, except for some slight changes in her eyes, actually handed a bowl of soup to Xuantian as if she was fine. Such a move still surprised Xuantian to some extent; However, in the face of that bowl of soup, Xuantian still drank it all ruthlessly. He kept muttering, "It's delicious, it's delicious, this Meng Po soup is really delicious!" ”

said that, but Xuantian's heart kept praying. Because he was afraid that he would really forget everything. His father, Xiao Ling'er, Shui Rumeng, Shangguan Yun, Sima Ruyun, Ba Tianyun, for a while, I don't know how many faces appeared in Xuantian's mind. He wanted to memorize them carefully.

"It turns out that forgetting is also a cruel thing! I Xuantian will never forget anyone, including relatives, lovers, friends, and of course, those enemy-like existences, I can't forget it! At the moment when Xuantian drank the five-flavor Meng Po soup, Xuantian began to fight silently in the deepest part of his heart.

However, what Xuan Tian didn't expect was that when he drank the old woman's soup, he didn't feel a little uncomfortable. Not only did he not forget everything in his past, but he felt that his Yuan Li had suddenly improved a lot.

"Damn, no, did you drink it wrong! It can't be a tonic! As the flow of people just walked onto the Nai He Bridge, Xuantian muttered silently in his heart. This time he didn't say it out loud.

Speaking of which, the old woman stood in front of a bridge, and the spirits who had drunk the soup in her hands seemed to be missing something, and walked mechanically towards the bridge. The reason why Xuantian was able to judge this bridge was the Nai He Bridge that he didn't want to confirm the most, mainly because Xuantian had already seen the three big characters engraved on the bridge before going to the bridge - Nai He Bridge.

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