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The so-called river god suddenly appeared in the son and mother river, which was originally the mother river of the daughter country, and took the child and mother river for himself. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When a woman reaches the age of twenty, she can no longer drink the water of the river, and naturally she cannot conceive.

There have been people dying, but no newborns have been born, which makes the daughter country quickly decay.

They wanted to keep the country in line, either by submitting to the river gods or by intermarrying men from other countries.

Marriage and cooperation are the result of evenly matched forces.

Now that the daughter country is weak and the people are uneasy, those small countries that are eyeing each other have long wanted to take such a rich and beautiful place for themselves.

The daughters of the daughter country all have their own aura, which is naturally extremely beautiful.

For men, the most important thing in life is money, power, and beauty.

These three daughter countries have them, so naturally they won't let go of this meat bun.

Several countries combined, and jointly sent troops to attack the daughter country.

There is no accident, the daughter country is broken, and the good-looking beauties have become the tools of those who will receive fun.

Even the king of the daughter country was not spared, in order to avoid suffering greater insults, the king of the daughter country committed suicide, and the blood on his body was absorbed by the bone fan, and he became the king of the daughter country today.

Before she could take revenge, time and space changed, but she returned to before Tang Sanzang didn't come to the daughter country.

In the eyes of the bone fan, the disasters caused by the daughter country were all because of Tang Seng and his apprentices, so he tried his best to take revenge.

The master misses Tang Sanzang until he dies, so she must make Tang Sanzang the royal husband of her daughter's righteous name, and she can't escape for the rest of her life.

Mo Li didn't know if the appearance of the so-called river god had anything to do with Tang Seng, but with Tang Seng's stubborn temperament, I was afraid that he would not do such a thing.

So, what about Rulai?

His second disciple was almost insulted, and it was hard to guarantee that he would not be angry.

Along the way, aren't the spirits all over the mountains the masterpieces of Rulai and the Jade Emperor?

The goblins that mortals fear, they wave their hands and let a random beast give birth to mortals, they can play such a role.

"Although I sympathize with the plight of your daughter's country, I still won't let Tang Sanzang become your imperial husband."

"It is my task to protect him to succeed in learning from the West, and the success or failure of the mission is related to my life, and there is no room for failure."

"So, I still hope you can change the conditions."

"It's not easy to become a bone fan, and I don't want to ruin your hard-earned cultivation and divine sense."

Mo Li is not a soft-hearted person, and her few sympathies are based on the fact that her own interests are not harmed.

If she is asked to risk the failure of her mission to help others, don't even think about it.

"I want to bring my master back to life." It was a long, long time before the bone fan spoke.

Mo Li blinked, can the king of the daughter country come back to life to guarantee that those things will not happen again?

Now that the bone fan is dressed in the appearance of the king of the daughter country, it has become a fact to marry Tang Sanzang, so if it is really Rulai's hand, can it be spared this time?

"I thought you were going to let me protect your daughter's country?" Mo Li touched her black and smooth hair and said lightly.

The bone fan's face stiffened, and it looked a little stiff.

"Well, since this is what you asked, I will grant it."

"I want you to keep your word."

Mo Li glanced at the king of the daughter country, and turned into a delicate little student again.

Mo Li would not admit that she was interested in the so-called Netherworld.

When he arrived at the palace, Mo Li found Sun Wukong and expressed his willingness to go to the underworld.

Sun Wukong was dumbfounded, why did he have a feeling that Xiaobai was walking the old road he had walked.

It's making trouble in the heavenly palace again, and it's breaking into the underworld again, can you have some other thoughts in your head?

"I'm not going." Sun Wukong arrogantly refused, even the sky was dim, and the air was filled with the smell of yellow spring water, so he didn't want to relive it.

But how could Mo Li let go of such a good helper as Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong's prestige in the underworld has not dissipated for so many years, and it is easy to bring Sun Wukong to do things.

"Tang Sanzang stays in the daughter country and goes to the underworld, which one do you choose?"

Mo Li looked at the lazy Monkey King on the big vermilion pillar, and said lightly.

"I also want to ask why you are so obsessed with Tang Sanzang's scriptures?" Sun Wukong rolled his eyes angrily.

"To go or not to go?" Mo Li pulled Sun Wukong's ears and turned in a circle, eating so many of her spiritual fruits, and now he is finally needed, so he pushes back and pushes.

It's really tolerable and intolerable.

"Go, go, go."

Hearing Sun Wukong's answer, Mo Li let go of his hand.

……

Nai He on the bridge,

Right and wrong do not cross the Lechuan River.

There is no right or wrong before the three-life stone,

Wangxiang Terrace will meet Meng Po.

The underworld is not as terrifying as Mo Li imagined, nor is it as eerie and terrifying as in film and television dramas.

In major film and television dramas, the underworld is dark and gloomy, and a few blood-like red lanterns are swaying in the yin wind, but they point out a way.

In fact, the sky in the underworld is dim yellow, unclear, but not dazzling, like the tranquility of the sunset in the sunset.

In the underworld, there is no day, there is no night, and dusk yellow is the eternal color of the sky, and it has been so for thousands of years.

On both sides of the Lechuan River is an endless redden, blood-red and frightening.

"Great Sage, what gust of wind blew you to this underworld, but do you want to taste a bowl of freshly cooked soup from the slave family?"

However, on the bridge, a beautiful girl dressed in red, as enchanting and enthusiastic as fire, held a black porcelain bowl in her hand, and looked at the gentle smile of the two of them.

What bridge, soup? Could this be the rumored Meng Po?

The Meng Po she imagined was an old woman dressed in black, unsmiling, and wrinkled.

But I never thought that the Meng Po I saw with my own eyes was a beautiful woman, so why should I call my mother-in-law?

"Why, little girl, do you want a bowl?" Meng Po felt Mo Li's scrutinizing eyes, and stretched out her hand towards Mo Li.

Meng Po soup, after drinking the past, she will forget the past, if she forgets herself, how can she go back.

Thinking of this, Mo Li shook his head again and again.

She doesn't drink it, but she still salivates for Meng Po soup.

"Sister, can you give me a bowl of soup?" Mo Li blinked his eyes, pushed Sun Wukong forward, and stood behind Sun Wukong.

"Little girl, why do you want to take this soup out of the underworld? That's not going to work. ”

Meng Pojiao smiled again and again, and she was gorgeous and charming.

Around Moli, a thousand-year-old woman who is used to seeing beauties is a little dazed.

"Meng Po." Sun Wukong coldly stretched out his hand to look at the beautiful woman.