Pouring foam smiled mysteriously, pointed to his eyes and said, "Look, Meng Po has arrived here." You come with me, and I will introduce Meng Po to you! ”

Xiaoxian hesitated, Meng Po knew herself. On that day, when he sent his father to reincarnation, Meng Po was also there. The two of them also chatted together, which is a good friendship. At this time, if I break the excitement of the little girl, I wonder if she will be unhappy? Xiaoxian thought about it for a while, but still said his identity, and it was embarrassing to be exposed by Meng Po for a while.

"Foam, wait." Xiaoxian grabbed Dump's arm and smiled, "I forgot to tell you, I still have an identity." ”

"What identity?" Pour Mo quickly answered.

"I'm Oneiroi, and I just rose to the god position not long ago. Strictly speaking, Hades has to call me Oneiroi when he sees me. Xiaoxian said this not for vanity, nor for pretending, but a very bland narrative. She doesn't feel that she has an identity that makes her special, on the contrary, she cherishes friendship more.

She looked at the enthusiastic pouring of wanting to introduce her to the friends around her, and liked this girl in her heart. I don't want to see her disappointed, and slowly tell my identity.

Pouring foam looked at Xiaoxian from top to bottom, when this girl first came to Nai He Bridge, the situation was not very stable. At this time, she said that she was a dream god, shouldn't she be burned? Without thinking, she stretched out her hand, touched Xiaoxian's forehead, and compared it to her own forehead.

Body temperature is the same. It's not hot or cold, it's normal.

Looking at Xiaoxian's serious eyes, she said in her heart that this girl should not want to be a god and go crazy, right? I was very suspicious, but looking at her serious appearance, I was embarrassed to poke it. Perfunctory: "You are the god of dreams, I worship you so much!" In my heart, I rolled my eyes, and I didn't believe this kind of thing.

Xiaoxian raised her eyebrows, this little girl didn't believe what she said. Xiaoxian pursed the corners of her mouth and shrugged her shoulders indifferently. This kind of thing can be proved by facts, so why explain it. When I came to Meng Po, I had my own notarization.

The fairy took the head and was at ease in front. Meng Po was not far in front of her, and there was a large pot in front of her, and the pot was stewed with Meng Po soup. As for what kind of material it is, Xiaoxian hasn't delved into it. She only knew that by drinking this soup, she could forget the past. Walking up to Meng Po, she was holding a spoon and scooping a bowl of Meng Po soup for the ghost.

The ghosts who come here will see rows of white porcelain bowls three meters away from here, each with a porcelain bowl, and wait until Meng Po scoops a spoonful of Meng Po soup, eats Meng Po soup, and throws their used bowls into the Lechuan River, which can be regarded as a write-off with the previous life.

"Meng Po!" Pouring foam shouted excitedly, crossed the little fairy, and ran happily in front of Meng Po's eyes. However, after Meng Po raised her head, she swept a certain figure in the afterglow. Skip the active little girl pouring foam and put your eyes on the fairy behind the little girl.

"Meet Oneiroi." Meng Po hurriedly crossed her cauldron and went straight to Xiaoxian. Bow your hand respectfully. At the same time, in the afterglow, I saw the little girl in dementia pouring foam, and hurriedly gave pouring foam a look.

Helplessly, the little girl is still immersed in the facts and can't extricate herself. She asked herself repeatedly: Is she the Oneiroi? Is she really Oneiroi? She turned out to be the god of dreams?

"Ahem......" Meng Po coughed lightly, but she still didn't wake up the little girl's consciousness. Meng Po bowed her hand and pleaded for her: "The little girl has not been in office for a long time, and she doesn't know the appearance of the dream god, so she is intoxicated by the beauty of the dream god and can't extricate herself. Haha......"

A dry laugh. Meng Po selfishly hoped that her last sentence would work.

At a glance, the foaming ghost had already thought about it, but he couldn't take it. Xiaoxian smiled indifferently: "It's okay, this girl is lively and smart, smart, and looks very likable." Xiaoxian followed the stubble and gave the steps.

She still wants to go to the eighteenth floor to have a look, and she must not offend this little girl. Seeing what Xiaoxian said, the little girl who said it was in her heart, and she grinned. This look, Meng Po is not angry, why doesn't this stupid girl laugh heartlessly! Meng Po, who was watching, was anxious, walked over and poked the little girl's arm, and motioned for her to go up and say hello.

"Are you really Oneiroi?" Pouring foam walked over embarrassedly, and her pink little face was blushing with embarrassment. It looks even more cute.

"Yes." Xiaoxian nodded faintly and smiled. Proper goddess at once.

Pouring foam stared at the Oneiroi in front of her, feeling that she really didn't have any shelf at all. She is easy-going, approachable, and seems to be particularly willing to socialize. With her, I can't help but want to get closer, which makes Dump Mo like it very much. This is also the reason why Dump Mo thought about being good to her at first sight.

"I saw that Meng Po was very fine in makeup, and she was very fashionable in her dress, which can be said to be a little sexy. Is she really a target? Xiaoxian lowered her voice and pulled the topic back from the two of them. This familiar topic made Pouring Mo's spirit excited, and when he turned his gaze, this Meng Po's dress was indeed more glamorous.

Pouring foam mysteriously turned his gaze to the other end, not far away stood a handsome boy in a red robe, holding a red folding fan in his hand, the boy held his head high, looking into the distance, a deep appearance.

Following his gaze, Xiaoxian carefully judged the man, who looked skinny, but had a handsome and fair-skinned little face, which looked pretty good. Looking at Meng Po again, she is a ******, tender and affectionate, these two people are quite compatible. "Who is Meng Po's object?"

"Yes. Let's not talk about it, the two of them are enjoying the hazy beauty of love~ However, the other couple can continue to talk idle. Pouring Mo retracted his gaze, walked up to Meng Po and asked for some Meng Po soup to pack and take away, and then returned to Xiaoxian's side.

"You mean black and white impermanence?" Xiaoxian guessed that she told the love story of two couples, and only the story of black and white was hazy, and she must have wanted to go back to this story.

Seeing that Xiaoxian was full of interest, Dump Mo was also very excited to start chatting about the story of this couple. "Yes. This couple really excites me when I think about it. Where did we say before? ”

"The big black guy was going to leave Bai Xiaomei, and he changed his horse face to work together, and within two days, the big black guy went to ask the king of Hades to replace him. In other words, did Hades really replace the big black one? Xiaoxian thought about it, and the thing she wanted to know most was when did Hades become so good at talking? The Hades in her consciousness is not very easy to speak.

Of course, Xiaoxian has the handle of Hades in his hands, so he is naturally better than others. Most of the time, a lot of people eat deflated here in Hades.

"Ahh Speaking of which...... "Pouring foam took his head and led Xiaoxian to the eighteenth layer of hell. While telling the story of the two of them for Xiaoxian, it is really a long time to tell.

(To be continued.) )