When the mortal Lingyi stood in front of Meng Po's sugar water stall for the third time, Meng Po threw the wooden spoon in her hand and hit Bai Wuchang's head.

"I'm quitting. Meng Po leaned on the Sansheng Stone angrily and complained in a babbling voice, "It's not that I'm lazy on your errand, there's really no way." ”

Bai Wuchang rubbed the big bag in front of his forehead, and said aggrievedly: "Sister Meng, if you want a way, you have to boil a pot for him." ”

"What else do I think? He has been in this life for several lifetimes, he doesn't shed a single tear, he doesn't even cry when he was born, what do I use to make soup for him? Qiao Po is embarrassed to cook without tears, do you understand, do you understand!"

There was already a long queue behind the parties, and the ghosts gradually became impatient: "Hey Meng Po!

Bai Wuchang said: "Actually, this soup can only wash away his mortal memory, the memory of God can't be washed away, and it doesn't matter much if you drink this soup or not......"

Meng Po rolled up her sleeves and slapped Bai Wuchang's head fiercely: "You know! You know! Lord Changyou's task list for this year has been made, and you can't miss a bowl!"

His Highness the Elder Right of the Underworld is the head of these ghosts, in charge of the Book of Life and Death of the Yin Division.

Ling Yi's expression was calm, and she said, "Sister Meng, don't worry, I'll cry." ”

After saying that, wow, I cried out.

Bai Wuchang and Black Wuchang were stunned: this, this, this...... This is still the god of war back then...... Childe Lingyi?

By the time of the eleventh reincarnation, the order was gone.

"I don't drink. ”

"You have to drink. ”

"I don't. ”

"You want to. ”

It was rare for Meng Po to be so patient with the person standing in front of her sugar water stand.

Hei Wuchang said: "Sister Meng, in his life, he seems to have met someone he likes, and he doesn't want to forget it." ”

Meng Po said: "There are many such people. ”

Hei Wuchang said: "But he is Gongzi Lingyi." ”

Meng Po disagreed: "So what?"

Hei Wuchang said: "So the person he met should be the Palm Dream God Monarch." ”

Meng Po hugged Hei Impermanence's head again and slammed it: "You are crazy, Lord Yeqing has already died." ”

If you want not to forget the loved ones you loved in life, in fact, it is not impossible. It's just that this method is always discouraged by ordinary people: at the bottom of Lethe, tortured by thousands of ghosts, for thousands of years, they can only see their loved ones walking on the Nai He Bridge again and again but can't recognize each other. Is it okay to have such conditions?

For the sake of the beloved, of course, it is worth it.

So this god with fluttering clothes and independent posthumous life, Gongzi Lingyi walked twice by the Lechuan River with his hands behind his back, thought about it carefully, and refused.

He felt that he didn't need to remember Yeqing.

I love someone, not because I remember my fate with you in my previous life, but because of you yourself.

No matter when and where, whether he is a god or a mortal, whether he remembers Yeqing or not, as long as they meet, he immediately remembers that he loves each other passionately.

Of course, the main thing is that no amount of buckets of Meng Po's bitter sugar water can wash away his memories of being a god.

He hugged Meng Po and burst into tears, cried vigorously, drank soup, crossed the bridge, and fell to the ground in the noisy congratulations.

"How can this child be born so serious?"

"Doodoo, why doesn't this kid cry? Ah......hh

"I'm afraid this isn't a stupid boy, is it?"

"Yes, it's possible. Hey, he's glaring at you!"

Ling Yi sighed: Heh, mortals, the gods of the tribulations are also gods, do you understand?

Every life, he is disgusted because of his serious expression, unsmiling, and always an iceberg stinky face, his parents don't like it, and his teachers and classmates don't want to see him. For him, once in the world, relatives and friends are no closer than the white impermanence and black impermanence who brought him home with chains but did not dare to put them on him.

However, fortunately, this is the twelfth, and it is time for this reincarnation farce to come to an end.

He looked at the full moon in the sky, and said in his heart: I should also pack up my bedding and report to the boundless hell at the bottom of the netherworld.