However, on the bridge, Meng Po's voice spread far away, making those who were listening to the excitement outside the enchantment feel excited: ... These high-level executives really know how to play... I really dare to play, but I still closed the bridge, and I played so big...

After this battle, Hua Yan had clearly seen the gap between her and Meng Po and Jin Qing: with her soul power at this time, it was simply not enough for these two people to shoot with weapons.

The dust settled.

Meng Po and Jin Qing had already stopped their hands and knelt on the ground facing each other.

Out of consideration, Hua Yan stood far away from them, because she felt that she was not suitable to come forward in such a situation, mainly because Meng Po's current condition was really not good.

I saw Meng Po push the big crockpot in front of her that was already full of her tears in front of Jin Qing, and then snorted: "Enough!" Meng Po sucked her sour nose again, it was not that she wanted to cry, the key was that she was beaten too much!

Meng Po didn't know what the mace in Jin Qing's hand was made of, and why hitting her made her feel heartbroken.

You must know that she was born as Meng Po, and pain rarely happened to her in the past, but today she felt two sharp pains in succession.

Meng Po even had some doubts that she had offended Tai Sui in the past few days.

Looking at the crockpot pushed over by Meng Po, Jin Qing pushed it back again, she didn't know how to boil the soup!

Meng Po sucked her nose, which was still a little red, and she didn't know why Jin Qing did this: didn't the dry ghost really want her tears!

Looking at Meng Po's puzzled eyes, Jin Qing said to Meng Po: "Take it back and make soup!" ”

Meng Po's eyes were even more puzzled, as if she couldn't understand what Jin Qing was doing: "Don't you really want my tears?" ”

Meng Po just wanted to rest now, she felt that she had cried out her tears for the next thousand years.

Jin Qing looked at Meng Po and shook his head: "Don't, you take it back and make the soup slowly, I'll go to your side and drink the ready-made!" ”

Meng Po felt that she was going to be angry and laughed: "Isn't there a boiled soup here, you can drop a few drops into it." "Is this dry going to die of laziness?

Jin Qing shook his head at Meng Po again: "No! ”

Meng Po was a little curious at this time, she sucked her sour nose: "Why not?" ”

Jin Qing sighed: "It's disgusting." "Adding tears to the soup is beyond her bearing, so it's better for the deity to do it herself.

Meng Po almost vomited blood: "Then you still drink?" "Since it's disgusting, don't waste her good things.

Jin Qing sighed again: "If you don't drink it, you won't get sick." "Out of sight, out of mind, out of mind, let's make do with it.

Meng Po's mentality completely collapsed: I really wronged you!

After convincing Meng Po through her own charm, Jin Qing returned to her Nai He Bridge and continued to be in a daze: since the food in the future has been settled, then she naturally does not have to work part-time for Hua Yan, and she can justifiably eat and wait for death.

Meng Po held the soup pot in one hand and the clay pot containing her tears in the other, and returned to Meng Po Pavilion to continue boiling the soup.

At this time, the enchantment on the Nai He Bridge did not open, and Hua Yan sat at the head of the Nai He Bridge with Luo Xue's soul in his hand, intending to communicate with Luo Xue to understand what happened to Luo Xue after his death, and why he turned into a remnant soul and was devoured by the evil ghosts in the underworld.

Hua Yan has his own mansion in the underworld, but Hua Yan has never lived there.

Because she has been soaking in the Lethe River for thousands of years, she has already had a strange sense of belonging to the Nai He Bridge and the Lethe River, which will make her feel familiar and safe here.

At the same time, Hua Yan's reluctance to leave was also because of Gu, she was afraid that if she was negligent, she would pass by her Gu, and she couldn't even see each other.

Since the snow can come to the underworld, it is possible for the valley to come!

Hua Yan stretched out her palm, and the soul of the falling snow flew out of her palm, and the soul showed three phantoms, floating in the air in a trance.

Such an unstable falling snow, there is no way to say anything to Hua Yan, Hua Yan looked at the falling snow a little anxious, turned her head to look at Meng Po who was boiling soup, I don't know if I should ask Meng Po for a bowl of soup for Luo Xue to drink.

But before Hua Yan opened his mouth, he saw Meng Po wave the big spoon in his hand into the air, and a full spoonful of Meng Po soup instantly poured the falling snow from the head to the bottom, and the three virtual souls of the falling snow immediately fused together.

Hua Yan looked at Meng Po in astonishment, and before she could speak, she saw Meng Po waving the spoon she hadn't put away and turned around and stopped looking at herself.

Hua Yan's heart warmed: Granny Meng was really good to her.

Jin Qing looked at Meng Po suspiciously, she seemed to see that the ears of this old monster were red just now.

Feeling that there were eyes staring at her, Meng Po turned her head and glared at Jin Qing fiercely.

Jin Qing grinned at Meng Po: "Do you want to fight?" ”

Meng Po turned her head back fiercely when she heard this: she couldn't beat her at all, she would fight her again because she was crazy.

Hua Yan looked at Jin Qing who was sitting on the bridge on the left, and then turned his head to look at Meng Po who was standing in Meng Po's pavilion, feeling like a sandwich biscuit that was angry on both sides, and he didn't know how to persuade these two people to be good.

At this time, the falling snow in the air had come to his senses, and at a glance he saw the flowers on the ground wearing bright red wedding dresses.

I saw that the soul of the falling snow trembled twice, and then threw itself straight into the flower on the ground, and let out a terrible cry: "Aren't you dead? ”

After all, Hua Yan is the recorder of the underworld, although his ability is not as good as that of Meng Po, but it is more than enough to deal with the broken soul of the falling snow.

I saw that Hua Yan unhurriedly transported a huge air mass in the air, trapping the soul of the falling snow in it.

Luoxue desperately banged on the transparent outer wall of the air mass, trying to release herself from this spherical enchantment, but she was already incomplete, and with the unique underworld ghost difference bonus on Hua Yan's body, no matter how hard Luoxue hit, she still couldn't escape from the air mass.

Hua Yan stood on the ground, looking up at Luoxue's originally noble and beautiful face, which was already as hideous as a ghost at this time.

Looking at such a down-and-out falling snow, Hua Yan had mixed feelings in her heart for a while: she actually lost to such a woman, and she lost her life.

The falling snow was hysterical in the air for a long time, and finally deflated, slowly slumped in this spherical enchantment, lowered his head and looked at the flowers desperately through the transparent outer wall of the enchantment, and his mouth moved as if he was talking to himself.

Hua Yan has been imagining the snow for 6,000 years, and what it will be like when she meets the snow again, but no matter what kind of imagination, the snow that appears in her mind is the proud goddess who was high up in the sky.