Zheng Rongrong poked her head out of her pocket, gasped violently, and couldn't help muttering: "I almost suffocated me, this guy has such a big aura, who is it?" ”

The ghost also patted his chest carefully, gritted his teeth and said, "She is one of the ghosts of the eight generals." ”

Zheng Rongrong couldn't help but stick out her tongue and was almost discovered.

The ghost didn't dare to delay any longer, and took Zheng Rongrong to run towards the reincarnation bridge.

In front of the reincarnation bridge, an old lady sits slowly, stirring a large soup pot, which exudes an attractive aroma and stirs people's hearts and souls.

"You're here." The old lady raised her head and glanced at the ghost casually, with a little bit of the vicissitudes of seeing through everything in her cloudy eyes.

The ghost didn't dare to hold it up, so he stood in front of the old lady in a proper manner, and made a half-salute: "I've seen Meng Po." ”

Meng Po raised her hand and pointed to the soup bowl in front of her: "It's ready for you." ”

It was a pair of white, delicate hands, completely different from the old skin on the face.

The soup bowl is very casual, an ordinary ceramic bowl, with a notch.

And the soul-like soup was contained in it,

The ghost hurriedly released Zheng Rongrong, and in front of Meng Po, she didn't dare to make one.

When Meng Po saw Zheng Rongrong, a fine light flashed in her cloudy eyes, and she looked at Zheng Rongrong.

"Little girl, the aura on your body is very strange!"

The ghost was startled, Meng Po has always been a guy who can not speak without talking.

Even the Hades King and the Judge had to be respectful in front of Meng Po.

However, why did Meng Po suddenly take the initiative to talk to Zheng Rongrong like this?

The ghost looked at Zheng Rongrong over and over again, and didn't find anything special.

Zheng Rongrong blinked blankly and looked at Meng Po, but she also knew that she shouldn't talk nonsense, so she turned her eyes to the ghost.

The ghost thought for a moment, maybe this was a good time to pull Meng Po towards the Immortal King's camp.

Hurriedly and respectfully bent down to Meng Po and said, "Do you see what breath she has on him?" ”

Although Zheng Rongrong is bold, she is still more concerned about the things related to herself, and looked at Meng Po cautiously and said, "Please tell me, is this something wrong with me?" ”

Meng Po's cloudy eyes kept looking at Zheng Rongrong's body, frowning slightly, and couldn't help but murmur: "So that's the case." ”

With a clear look, when the ghost was about to ask something, Meng Po gently waved her beautiful hands.

The Meng Po soup that had been served in front of him was half less, swaying in the broken ceramic bowl, which looked extremely weird.

"Little girl, for the sake of the old man, I allow you to drink half of Meng Po soup."

The ghost was shocked, you must know that Meng Po has been boiling soup for so long, and she has never said that she has set such a precedent for anyone.

Even if you are from the heavenly realm, you must drink a bowl of Meng Po soup here in a proper manner, forget the past, and then you can step into the sea of reincarnation.

Where did Zheng Rongrong get into Meng Po's eyes?

Zheng Rongrong saw the ghost's eyes, and she was also confused.

However, she still remembered what Feng Qiqi said, if she wanted to renew her relationship with Zi Feilin, Meng Po Tang could only drink half of it.

Now that they don't need to speak, Meng Po has already reduced Meng Po soup by half, what is Zheng Rongrong unhappy about?

However, she also knew that when she glanced at the ghostly expression, she drank Meng Po soup directly without directly liking it, and she really grew up.