"By the way, Bai Wuchang, after drinking that Meng Po soup, he won't really lose his memory, right?" Now that he and Bai Wuchang are left, Chen Jiahao naturally has no worries when he speaks, he can go back after thinking about it for a while, and Chen Jiahao's mood is also very refreshing.

"Jiahao, I really can't help you this time, I'll tell you first, after drinking Meng Po soup, if you want to remember the previous things, it will be more difficult than ascending to the sky." Bai Wuchang looked at Chen Jiahao and shook his head helplessly.

"Lao Bai, you're not kidding, are you?" Chen Jiahao was stunned for a moment.

"Jiahao, when is this, I still have time to joke with you, you only have two choices now, either drink Meng Po soup and return to the yang world, or stay here."

Chen Jiahao's body shook suddenly, what Meng Po soup was, Chen Jiahao didn't know, but he knew that Bai Wuchang was not joking with himself now.

"Boss Bai, is there really no other way?"

"Jiahao, you are my boss, do you know what would have happened to you if I hadn't spoken just now? I guess you've been sent to hell now, and you'll never be able to live forever. Bai Wuchang looked at Chen Jiahao a little speechlessly.

"Let's go, Meng Po soup, drink it." Chen Jiahao took a hard breath, and under the leadership of Bai Wuchang, he came to Nai He Bridge.

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, the broken intestines grass is sad and broken, but the bridge can be helpless, the three lives are set in front of the three lives, Chen Jiahao looked at the crowd, from the hands of Meng Po to the Meng Po soup, and then walked across the Nai He Bridge, reincarnated, his heart couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness.

How many vows and mountain alliances, how many no regrets, how many earth shakes, are all accompanied by this bowl of Meng Po soup, this is a bridge, starting from a new beginning, a hundred reincarnations, at this time Chen Jiahao's heart also secretly asked himself, after drinking Meng Po soup, will you really forget jì Zhao Luosi? So is there any point in going back by yourself?

"Bai Wuchang, why are you here?" Meng Po handed a bowl of Meng Po soup in her hand to a person, looked at Bai Wuchang and asked.

Bai Wuchang came to Meng Po's side and told Chen Jiahao about it once.

"Meng Po, I have something I want to ask you." Chen Jiahao also came to Meng Po and asked respectfully.

"But it doesn't matter, my wife has been here for so long, and she hasn't spoken to a ghost." Meng Po's appearance is very kind.

"After drinking this Meng Po soup, will you really forget all the things?"

"I haven't seen anyone remember it yet."

Chen Jiahao nodded: "Then please give me a bowl of Meng Po soup."

Meng Po filled a bowl of Meng Po soup and handed it to Chen Jiahao.

"Jiahao, let's go." Looking at Chen Jiahao holding Meng Po soup in his hand, Bai Wuchang's heart was also a little uncomfortable, because after Chen Jiahao drank this Meng Po soup, he would forget about himself, and it would be like a dream to recall the past.

The grass and trees will return soon, and they will be red and purple in every way. Yang Huayu pod has no talent, but the solution is all over the world. In Bai Wuchang's heart, he couldn't help but feel that time passed so fast.

"Today, I, Chen Jiahao, swear to heaven and earth, please Tianmingjian, if I Chen Jiahao drink this Meng Po soup and really forget about Zhao Luosi, then let me go directly to hell, and I will not be able to live forever." After finishing speaking, Chen Jiahao picked up the Meng Po soup in his hand and drank it all.

When Meng Po soup entered his abdomen, a burst of clear sweetness impacted his sense of taste, followed by a burst of bitterness, saltiness, and sourness, Chen Jiahao tasted all the flavors of the world, and then Chen Jiahao felt that he was so tired.

Pictures are constantly presented in front of their eyes.

"Are you from Songbei?"

"Well, then we really have a fate."

"What's your name?"

"Zhao Luosi, what about you?"

"Chen Jiahao."

Sentences of voice kept in Chen Jiahao's mind.

"Sisi, is that you?" A smile appeared on Chen Jiahao's face.

"Sisi, I won't forget you, don't worry." The tears in Chen Jiahao's eyes kept flowing, and he had a sad expression on his face.

"Sisi, I won't let anyone hurt you, I will kill anyone who dares to hurt you." Chen Jiahao's whole body was full of anger.

"Sisi, I'll be with you." Chen Jiahao's face showed a happy expression.

A bowl of Meng Po soup is in the stomach, all the flavors of the world, seven emotions and six desires, joys, sorrows, and sorrows, all of which are reflected by Chen Jiahao one by one.

Chen Jiahao felt even more tired, and that strong sense of tiredness made Chen Jiahao's eyelids a little unsupportable, and at the end, Chen Jiahao's body slowly fell backwards.

Looking at Chen Jiahao who had fallen, Bai Wuchang sighed helplessly, said a word to Meng Po, and left with Chen Jiahao.

"It's been half a month, and he hasn't woken up yet, is there really nothing Grandpa can't do?" The girl looked at the boy on the bed, half a month, the wound on the boy's body has begun to heal slowly, but the breathing is still weak, there is no reaction, the girl has to pray for the boy almost every day, but the boy has no life.

"Alas, after today, if he doesn't wake up again, it will be in vain." The old man sighed softly.

"It's a pity, I hope God will bless you." The girl prayed again with a pitiful expression on her face.

At this moment, the young man's fingers suddenly moved a few times, and his lips also moved slowly: "Water, water." The boy said vaguely.

"Grandpa, he's awake, he's awake." After hearing the young man's words, the girl's face showed an excited expression, and she hurriedly said excitedly.

"Miaoxue, go get some water." The old man's face also showed an excited expression, and he hurriedly walked to the young man's side, gently helped the young man up, and said to his granddaughter at the same time.

When Miao Xue heard this, she quickly ran out and brought a bowl of water with her.

When the boy saw the water, he quickly grabbed it and drank the water in the bowl in one gulp.

"Drink slowly, drink slowly." The old man looked kind on the side.

After the boy drank the water, he felt more comfortable, but the strong feeling of weakness and pain all over his body, looking at the strange scenes and people around him, the young man asked weakly, "Where is this?"

"You're hurt, I found you by the river, by the way, what's your name? Where's home?" The old man smiled slightly and replied quickly.

"Who am I? Where is home? Who am I? Where's home?" The young man's mouth kept repeating this sentence, but the young man's mind was blank, without the slightest impression, and at the end, the young man's face also showed a painful expression, and he felt a pain in his head.

"Who am I?" At the end, the boy cried out in pain.

"You are Chen Jiahao." Bai Wuchang looked at the young man and sighed softly, but unfortunately the young man couldn't hear Bai Wuchang's words.

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