Looking at Jiu Jiu who was standing opposite him, tears of remorse fell in Qing Luan's eyes, and he said in a stalk: "Zhuang Master, Qing Luan knows that he is wrong. ”

If she had listened to Jiujiu's words and given up the opportunity to be with that man, she would not have ended up like she is now.

Thinking of what he had lost, as well as the man's unkindness and vicious words, Qingluan's heart was as cold as ice water.

Qingluan lowered his eyes, a tear slipped down the corner of his eye, and then quickly flew to Jiujiu's palm, Jiujiu only heard Qingluan whisper: "Owner, help me take care of my child, if there is an afterlife, Qingluan will repay the owner's great kindness as a cow and a horse." ”

After Qingluan finished speaking, blood overflowed from his mouth, and he actually bit his tongue and committed suicide.

And the baby in Jiujiu's arms seemed to realize that he had lost his mother, and suddenly opened his cry, his eyes were red from crying, and he looked quite pitiful.

Jiu Jiu shook the baby very naturally, looked at the group of Taoist priests standing opposite him while coaxing, and said coldly: "Who is it?" ”

Jiujiu didn't name who this voice was, but everyone knew that the person she asked was Qingluan's lover.

Jiujiu's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and a layer of frost appeared where his eyes crossed, and the people who originally wanted to attack with the group were frightened by Jiujiu's hand, and they immediately lost their minds.

People's hearts are selfish, and that lover deceived Qingluan in order to improve his cultivation, so other Taoist priests could naturally sacrifice him for self-preservation.

Looking at the man who was exposed by everyone, he was really beautiful, especially those eyes, even if the deceived Qingluan was so miserable, but it was still clear and transparent like spring water.

Jiu Jiu hooked the corners of his mouth and chuckled: "But what a wonderful person, I was a little moved when I saw it." ”

Although the man improved his cultivation because he swallowed Qingluan's tears, he was sneaky before, and he didn't swallow many tears at all, but because he could improve his cultivation by going upside down with Qingluan, he was quite careless about cultivation, so that his cultivation was extraordinarily average among the senior brothers.

At this moment, being looked at by Jiujiu, his body and bones trembled a little.

Seeing that the man didn't speak, Jiu Jiu raised his hand, a teardrop floated in the palm of his hand, Jiu Jiu looked at the man and said: "This is Qingluan's extremely sad teardrop, this one can improve your cultivation for hundreds of years, do you want it?" ”

I want to, naturally, I want it very much.

A tear can enhance a hundred years of cultivation, who doesn't want such a beautiful thing.

The man naturally wanted to do it, but when he saw the ridicule on Jiujiu's face and the mockery at the corner of his mouth, he didn't dare to say it when he wanted to stalk it in his throat, so he just stood in place and didn't dare to move.

"You're here for her?"

Xuanwu suddenly appeared behind Jiu Jiu, and asked when he saw Qingluan, who had fallen to the ground and was no longer breathless.

Jiu Jiu didn't expect Xuanwu to be able to keep up with him, you know, he came with a teleportation array, but Xuanwu was going to come out of the Nai He Bridge.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm afraid you won't want to jump Lethe again." Thinking of the last time he saw Jiu Jiu drenched and dripping with water in Lethe, Xuanwu couldn't help but pull his lips.

Jiujiu: "I'm not interested in Lethe, by the way, you say, if I kill him, is there any punishment?" ”

Jiu Jiu raised her finger and pointed at the man standing opposite her, and asked Xuanwu with a smile, as if she was not talking about killing, but about the fact that the weather was very good and comfortable today.

Xuanwu raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Jiujiu's fingers, raised his hand and calculated for a moment before saying, "He won't die soon, why do you need to dirty your hands?" ”

Jiujiu: "Can you figure it out?" ”

Xuanwu: "There's nothing in this world that I can't calculate." ”

Jiujiu: "Can you figure out where I'm from?" ”

Xuanwu raised his hand to calculate, but after a moment, Xuanwu's face became solemn, especially when he pinched where Jiujiu came from, he couldn't calculate anything.

Xuanwu used several algorithms in a row, but the final result was nothing, Xuanwu frowned and looked at Jiujiu, and said after a while: "I can't calculate." ”

Jiujiu asked Xuanwu to help him calculate where he came from, and he didn't have any hope, but when he saw that Xuanwu really couldn't calculate, although he was a little disappointed, but because it was reasonable, he didn't ask again, just looked at the man standing opposite him and wondered: "Didn't you say that he would die soon?" Why hasn't he died yet? ”

Xuanwu: "Die now." ”

As soon as Xuanwu's words fell, there was an extra soul in his hand, and if you looked closely, you could see that the appearance of that soul was exactly the same as that of a man, but the difference was that this soul was so weak, it looked like a fragile thing that could be pinched to death with a finger.

Jiu Jiu didn't expect that the soul of the man who would say that he killed even his own child would be such a weak thing, and sure enough, the weaker he was, the more he relied on shouting slogans to tell others that he was very powerful.

Jiu Jiu pinched the soul in Xuanwu's hand into the palm of his hand, looked at the soul that was trembling because he was pinched by himself, chuckled lightly, and then set up a teleportation array, and returned to Huangquan with Xuanwu.

After returning to Meng Pozhuang and stuffing the child into Xuanwu's hands, Jiu Jiu went outside to pick a flower from the other side and began to boil Meng Po soup.

Jiujiu had never cooked Meng Po soup before, but because she remembered that Xuanwu used the other side flowers to cook Meng Po soup, she also learned Xuanwu to cook the soup with the other side flowers, but this time, she added Qingluan's tears to this bowl of soup.

After boiling the soup, Jiu Jiu put the soup to the bottom of the bowl, put it in front of the soul, and motioned for him to drink the bowl of Meng Po soup.

The soul thought that he would be treated cruelly by Jiu Jiu, but who knew that instead of torturing him, Jiu Jiu cooked him a bowl of soup, and when he thought of the three words Meng Pozhuang he saw when he came, he knew that the bowl of soup that Jiu Jiu gave him was Meng Po soup.

It's just that the Meng Po soup that Jiu Jiu gave him is not delicious, if the soup that Qingluan gave him before was like honey, then the bowl of Meng Po soup that Jiu Jiu gave him was sour and smelly, and it was mixed with this fishy smell and some strange taste, and the most unpalatable thing in the world was nothing more than that.

Because he was afraid of Jiujiu, the man poured the bowl of soup into his stomach almost on the scalp, and after drinking it, his face had turned blue.

Looking at the ugly face of the man's soul, Jiu Jiu hooked the corners of his mouth and asked, "Is it delicious?" ”

Under Jiujiu's obscenity, the man nodded tremblingly: "It's delicious." ”

"You're a hypocrisy."

Jiu Jiu chuckled, this bowl of soup was filled with Qingluan's tears, which was full of Qingluan's emotions before his death, love and hate, as well as those indescribable disappointments and resentments, and she used the flowers on the other side of the Lethe River, so this bowl of soup not only has Qingluan's resentment, but also the resentment of countless evil ghosts in Lethe, which can be said to be the most unpalatable thing in the world.