Chapter 188: The Fate of the Soil

Meng Po's tea is plain to others, no one drinks it, and it is rare to encounter a cup of tea. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 It was easy to meet Youning like this, but she suddenly felt wasted and reluctant to give it.

Meng Po spread out her palms angrily and said: "You drink my ecstasy soup as a thirst-quenching herbal tea, I am too bad, you have to give me tea money." ā€

You Ning snorted lightly and said: "When Meng Po Tang also wants money, if you dare to collect money, I will give it, and then I will go to Emperor Xudu to complain about it, believe it or not." ā€

Meng Po's face stiffened, this Meng Po soup is indeed free of charge, but, but this guy, she has never seen anyone who uses Meng Po soup as tea to quench her thirst!

"Give me all that pot!" She pointed to the steaming cauldron.

Meng Po snorted angrily: "Give it to you, give it to you, give it to you!" With a "bang", he placed the cauldron in front of her.

You Ning looked at this big pot of Meng Po soup and lost his mind slightly.

She only got close to him to gain his trust, so she went to tease him.

I didn't feel a little sad!

No, I really have love for him.

She held the cauldron and poured the tea one by one, forgetting it, forgetting it, why can't she forget anything, why everyone is useful, but she can't forget anything.

With a "clang", the cauldron slammed on the table, and the bones fell to the ground.

The world was spinning, and she collapsed into Meng Po's tea house.

Meng Po shook her head helplessly, looked at her with a smile on her back, and said to the guy on the side: "Send this child back to the Mayfly Inn." ā€

"Yes." The two ghost immortals on the side carefully picked up Youning and walked towards the outside of the underworld.

She rested her head lightly on the shoulder of a fairy, choking in her throat but clenching her teeth, not letting a drop of tears flow.

People are weird.

They are born with an inferiority to their roots.

The more you can't get it, the more desperately you want to have it. This is what the Buddha called "desire."

originally liked five points, but in this kind of unbelievable feelings, he hypnotized himself and turned five points into ten points.

And when they know that they can't get it, they want to give it up. will find that this feeling has been deeply rooted in the bottom of my heart, and if I want to pull it out, I have to dig it out of my heart with my own hands.

If she had understood this earlier, she would have comforted herself as usual. She has long learned not to like herself, and she doesn't like it herself.

And he used such a tragic way to give her a heart-wrenching pain when she was caught off guard.

She didn't know if she was dreaming or waking up, but she suddenly heard An Ge's voice.

Then she lay on her stomach on a broad, straight back.

There was a faint fragrance on his body, and the fragrance was mixed with the smell of tobacco, which matched his long, evil eyes.

"Ango." She buried her face in his back and cried out.

An Ge could hear the grievances in her tone, her body paused slightly, and she smiled reluctantly: "You woke up?" Soon to the inn. ā€

You Ning frowned slightly, lifted his face from behind him, and said, "Let me go." ā€

Ange stopped, and she jumped briskly from behind him. An Ge raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Why do you drink so much Meng Po soup?" ā€

You Ning lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Why are you near the underworld?" ā€

An Ge said: "The stupid dog went back to report on his work, and if he didn't let me accompany him, I would wait for him at the gate of the underworld." ā€

"Then you should wait for him to go back with you." She raised her eyes slightly to look into his eyes, extremely cautious and serious, and said word by word: "I am a moth to a fire as you say." I know how it feels, so I don't want you to do the same thing as me and do the same thing as me. ā€

"Whatever past you and I have, it's all in the past, so let those pasts fade away."

Her face turned pale, she smiled shallowly, and turned away abruptly.

An Ge's hands were slowly clenched into fists, but he still felt full of powerlessness, he looked at her back, his thin lips trembled slightly, and said, "You Ning!" ā€

Her body stagnated slightly, her back was straight, and she didn't ask back, "What's the matter?" ā€

"Can't, can't you let me walk with you for a while?"

Pride is like a song, but the tone is like a supplication.

You Ning tilted his head slightly, and he could see the indifferent expression on her jade-like side face.

She said: "After this paragraph, there is the next paragraph, I can't use your obsession to fulfill myself." ā€

An Ge's feet were as heavy as lead, and he stepped forward slightly: "You can use me." ā€

You Ning lowered his head slightly, then smiled and said, "I'm not interested." With that, she raised her head, and without a pause, walked farther and farther.

There was an angry tiger roar in her ears, and she pursed her lower lip.

She remembers, that scene.

It was a palace of great luxury, and she sat on the edge of the couch in a bright red wedding dress.

With a casual smile on the corner of An Ge's lips, he gently lifted the hijab, looked at her condescendingly, stroked her hair from her hair to the side of her face with one hand, and then picked her chin along the arc of the side face.

"Don't twilight." His thin lips were lightly opened, and he smiled brightly, revealing his white teeth.

Her body straightened slightly, her chest bursting with pain, and the corners of her eyes were cold.

Raise your hand to caress your cheek, and pick up a drop of crystal water from your fingertips. A suffocating, painful feeling pressed against her heart. She clutched her chest, pulled up her clothes tightly, and her tears smashed uncontrollably onto the dry Huangquan Road.

Wan Tao of the mortal world.

The place was named after the immortal "Wantao" thousands of years ago.

The Yellow River burst its banks, flooded thousands of miles, Wan Tao passed through here, irrigated the earth with plant ash, so that the land was recuperated, and the following year, the land did not usher in the expected famine, the crops were full, and the huge harvest allowed mortals to be fed.

This ash of plants and trees is the original body of the soil.

Later, the Heavenly Court made improvements, and there was a cang's stealing to control the water.

Ah Zui pouted and said, "You talk so much, what do you want to say?" ā€

Bing Yi dusted off the dust on his sleeves, and said soothingly: "I, before becoming an immortal, was Wantao." ā€

This is somewhat surprising.

Xin Fang raised her eyebrows, stretched out the snake letter, "hissed", and said, "It turns out that the earliest rest of the soil is from the hand of Hebo Immortal Monarch?" ā€

Bing Yi turned his eyes to look at Lu Li and said with a smile: "So, my most precious thing is this 'rest'. I'll pay your money with interest. Although the soil is precious, it is not as good as Lu Li's kindness to me. ā€

The corners of Lu Li's lips twitched slightly, and he said calmly and elegantly: "Don't make decisions for me at will." ā€

Bingyi raised his eyebrows, and unconsciously leaned closer to Lu Li: "So, you don't want to?" ā€

Lu Li raised his eyes slightly and looked at him: "I don't want to." He hooked his lips slightly and smiled, and said slowly: "A gentleman doesn't take the favor of others, and the rest of the land is precious, so you should keep it yourself, I just need to negotiate with you." ā€

Xin Fang said with a smile: "Speaking of which, our inn is the realm of ten thousand voids created by the boss on the Lechuan River, and below the inn, it is the foundation made with the rest of the soil. ā€

When he said this, it was like showing off his wealth in front of the richest man, Bingyi rolled his eyes and snorted lightly: "Don't pull it down." ā€