"Yo, mushroom cool? Know who I am? ”

The female ghost was in pain, and was pinched by the woman's chin, and had to look at her squarely, but it really didn't recognize the person in front of it, so it could only reluctantly shake its head.

"Okay, Lao Tzu told you, Lao Tzu is better to call Wei-"

Ah—it was her.

Wan Buyu finally remembered, huh? What about today's clothes?

"Wei is better... Lord Wei! ”

The ghosts in line could be regarded as having heard of this name, and they called out Wei Geng's name one after another.

"Lord Wei."

A little female ghost brought over a bowl of soup again and handed it to Wei Geng.

Wei Geng took the soup, pinched the female ghost's mouth open, and poured it directly into it, regardless of the temperature of the soup.

"How does this soup taste? It's all your tears anyway. Now that you know who I am, when you drink the soup, when you cross the bridge, and when you are reincarnated as another person, what can you remember? Could it be that you still want to wait for your lover? Shall you go down to the river? ”

Wei Geng poured the soup cleanly, then withdrew his hand, and the pig iron vines on the female ghost's feet also returned to the ground.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

The female ghost patted her heart and looked at Wei Geng with tears in her eyes.

Wei Geng crossed his waist with one hand, looked at the bottomless Lechuan River and said, "There is no shortage of affectionate and righteous people in the river, they all think that they can keep the clouds open and see the moon, but you take a good look, how many crazy men and women are in the river..."

Following Wei Geng's line of sight, everyone looked at the turbid Lechuan River, although the river could flow, but they could feel the bone-chilling cold from afar.

"This year's Lethe River is an ice cellar."

Feixue stepped forward quietly, dragged Wei Geng, and helped her button her collar, "Get dressed well!" ”

"The Lechuan River has been burned for a thousand years, and the ice cellar has been burned for a thousand years, you can see those ghosts who soak in the river froze."

Wen'er shook her head and sighed.

"Blizzard, do you have a mirror? The bigger, the better..."

Feixue took out a small oval mirror from her arms, looked at herself, and handed it to Wen'er, "Well, this is the largest mirror in my Meng Po Village." ”

"The most... Big? ”

The corners of Wan Buyu's mouth twitched and looked at the small mirror, there are many mirrors in the Jiaolun Palace, both large and small, all of them are the same size.

You tell me that this small mirror, which is not as big as a palm, is already the largest?

Then I'm curious how small the smallest is...

"Eh, foolish sister, don't underestimate Meng Po's things."

Wen'er smiled mysteriously, pulled the corner of the corner, and let her kneel on the ground, Wen'er stepped on it, held the small mirror to the top of Wan Buyu's head, and read a sentence, the small mirror suddenly turned into a bloody mouth, just swallowing Wan Buyu's whole person.

"Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror, what kind of mouth can swallow Sister Fool?"

After sending Wan Buyu to the world where Emperor Song was located, the small mirror was restored to its original appearance, and Wen'er returned it to Feixue.

Feixue put the small mirror on Wei Geng'er and wiped it with disgust, "Wen'er, how can you ask such a disgusting question about the mirror..."

"Oops, whatever you want..."

Wen'er waved her hand, took the horns, and jumped back to the Jiulun Palace.

"Huh! What about the old man? ”

Feixue looked around, and just wiped the mirror with her clothes, and in a blink of an eye, she disappeared?

Looking at the green high-slit cheongsam on the ground, Feixue seemed to understand something, closed her eyes and took a hard breath, "Someone!" Take out my special armor! ”

"Yes!"

The little female ghosts ran into Meng Pozhuang one after another to get their armor.

"Wei is better - come back to Lao Tzu! Get dressed! ”

As soon as Feixue bit his silver teeth and stepped on his fragrant feet, the ground immediately fell apart, and the ghosts who lined up to drink soup trembled, hugged their heads and cried, and fell to the ground.

"Flying Snow ~ Snow Snow ~ Little Flying Snow ~ Come and catch me~"

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