When he came to the Hades Palace, he told his purpose. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Hades sighed deeply, slowly got up and put on his official uniform, which was extremely solemn. He paced over and shook his head.

"Oneiroi-sama, are you here for a vacation?" Hades had a mocking face, he put his hands behind his back, shook his head and sighed at Xiaoxian. During this time, Lord Yama used to pay attention to the dynamics of the Oneiroi God.

She had 8 hours a day in the eighteen layers of hell, and then she couldn't find anyone. She either went to Naihe Bridge to play, or looked around for a place to play. The group of people in the eighteenth layer of hell are about to learn from her. Some days, Hades wants to send the imp who made a mistake to the eighteenth layer of hell, but he can't find the stranger, let alone find anyone else.

Hades was angry at the negligence of the eighteenth floor below the group of people. His face was very bad and getting darker. Those deep eyes showed a few cold rays.

The fairy took two steps back and looked Hades up and down. He asked, "Hades, are you happy?" ”

Avoid talking about vacations, and instead find a new breakthrough from Hades. She frowned, seriousness written on her little pink face. She believes that in this ghost town, who can find much happiness. Judging from the time Xiaoxian was here, she had already discovered that this group of people actually had no entertainment.

There is nothing more sad than that.

Hades rolled his eyes and pointed to his desk. The mountains of official documents on the desk, layer by layer, were enough to bury the small Hades in the official documents.

"Oneiroi, please look somewhere. That mountain of official documents is today's task, do you think I have time to find happiness? Hades couldn't cry or laugh, he looked at the group of documents with a big head, and what mood did he have to find happiness. He's thankful that he's done with it.

Fairy turned her head and pursed her lips. Looking at the documents that spread to the ground, he subconsciously rubbed his eyes. She coughed twice and said, "It's very helpless~"

Hades snorted coldly, walked over and opened the door. This is the meaning of sending off, Xiaoxian's face is a little flushed, this is the first time she has been rejected by the king of Hades, which makes her a little embarrassed. Forcibly staying here will make Hades hate her even more.

Xiaoxian looked at Hades's very bad expression and finally decided to leave. It's a small thing to run a cooking competition. Xiaoxian returned to Nai He Bridge and found Meng Po. When asked about the whereabouts of the storyteller, she said she didn't know. That day, the storyteller suddenly came to Naihe Bridge and began to set up a stall here to tell stories.

Nothing is known about his address or details. It was only today that I learned that his name was Lu Minglang. He seems to be somewhat mysterious, and no one knows where he came from, how long he has been here, and where he lives now.

Xiaoxian sighed deeply, a little sullen. She told Meng Po about Hades' disagreement with the holding of the God of Food Competition. And instructed Meng Po that if you see that person, remember to tell him the temporary plan. Wait until three days later, come to the small cafeteria of the eighteenth floor of hell to compete.

Meng Po wrote it down, and the next day she met the storyteller and told him about it. The storyteller said that he would come to the eighteenth floor of hell in three days. The storyteller stayed in front of Meng Po, looking at the woman with pink cheeks like peach blossoms, she was gentle and virtuous, gentle and elegant, what a rare beauty.

"Meng Po, do you have a sweetheart?" Lu Minglang blurted out, smiling brightly. The appearance of this sunny boy made the deer in Meng Po's heart ramble.

Meng Po calmly held Meng Po soup, she looked into the haystack, and it was still a flashing figure. Meng Po shrugged her shoulders and smiled: "Maybe not, right?" ”

"yes, I see. Since Meng Po is not married, there is still a chance in the future. Don't know what flowers you like? I'll pick a few tomorrow and give them to you. Lu Minglang also saw the flashing figure. He suddenly remembered the love stories in the ghost town, one of which was about Meng Po.

Presumably, the person Meng Po liked crazy before was the figure that flashed in the grass. Lu Minglang shrugged, he didn't confess for so long, I don't know if that person has Meng Po in his heart. Looking at Meng Po, Lu Mingming's heart was pounding, such a feeling had never been felt before.

When Meng Po praised him, his heart was almost happy.

He believes in the predestined traction of fate, and his happiness and happiness are in the hands of Meng Po. Lu Minglang looked at Meng Po happy, and he was also happy. He wanted to be by Meng Po's side, stay and take care of her, so that she could be even happier. When he first came to Nai He Bridge, Lu Minglang noticed the two of them.

Lu Minglang could see that Meng Po was tired and didn't want to continue an ethereal relationship. After watching it for a long time these days, I find more and more that this woman is so fascinating.

He admits that his heart is starting to beat for this woman. Today, this woman took the initiative to talk to him, although she explained the time and place of the game, it still made him feel good.

Meng Po stopped her movements in embarrassment and looked at the man in front of her. "You want to chase me?"

"That's right. Tell me, what kind of flowers do you like to say? What color do you have a soft spot for? Love red roses? Lu Minglang asked what Meng Po meant, sentence after sentence. He didn't want Meng Po to refuse for any reason, and the speed of his speech was also much faster.

His star-like eyes looked at Meng Po with a wink.

Meng Po touched her nose and suddenly asked with a fragrance of lilies. It was at the other end of the bridge, not far away, where a flower farmer had cultivated a field of lilies. In her free time, Meng Po often went there to sit.

"Do you smell the scent of lilies?" Meng Po took a deep breath of the fragrance of flowers, looking intoxicated.

"Smell a seductive fragrance, is that the flower you like?" Lu Minglang asked.

"Hmm." Meng Po nodded, she liked that white little flower very much, it was very beautiful.

"Okay, I'll deliver you a beautiful bouquet of flowers tomorrow." Lu Minglang said, turned to leave, smelling the fragrance of flowers spreading in the air, he finally found a field of flowers. He was surprised to find that there was only one kind of flower cultivated here, and that was the lily.

He didn't hear the call of Meng Po behind him. Meng Po said: The one who planted flowers was a strange old man, and he wouldn't let you pick flowers.

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Xiaoxian stood in the kitchen of the small cafeteria on the eighteenth floor of hell, and the cook lady stood aside. She nervously rubbed the apron in her hand, crumpling the neat apron into a mess. When Xiaoxian turned around, what he saw was that the cook was nervous.

"Leave it to me here, you can go out and wait first. Tonight's recipe, I'll make it. You can go out and play or you can wait outside. In short, you can do whatever you want during this time today. "Little Immortal Dao. (To be continued.) )