Weakly heard the voice, and suddenly turned his head to look at the flower garden.

I saw a woman dressed in a complicated chest-length red dress, with a well-proportioned and graceful body, looking at her with her head tilted slightly.

The woman's eyes are half-curved with amber, her lips are a little cherry, her lips are slightly open, and her teeth are fresh.

Slender and slender, he walked towards her, tender and charming, flattering in language, making people look at her......

It can no longer be forgotten from the mind, erased from the heart.

"What a beautiful woman." Weakly looked straight.

As she walked, the tassels stacked on the dark clouds swayed, trembling, and swaying to the bewitching eyes.

"Girl, may I ask you ......" asked weakly and softly.

Everyone rejoices in beautiful people or things.

The heroine didn't know at this time that the woman in front of her was the wife of the man she loved.

Naturally good-natured.

But Yinling is not a good-natured woman.

"I am Meng Po, the master of these eight hundred miles of yellow springs." She responded lightly, walked to the Ding stove with cold eyes, took a look, then hooked her lips and sat down: "Dare to ask the girl...... Why are you here? ”

Without waiting for the heroine to answer, she said to herself: "This Yellow Spring, it's not just a random place." ”

"I didn't come casually......," said weakly as he stepped forward.

"It doesn't matter."

Yinling stretched out her hand to interrupt: "I just saw you want to steal the immortal past?" ”

"No, Meng Po, I was just curious, just to take a look." The weak forehead is convex and painful: "The weak has only been practicing for five hundred years and has little knowledge, and I also ask Master Meng Po not to be surprised by the weak." ”

Then, she blessed her body and said, "The weak is here to make amends to you, and I implore the adults to help the weak." ”

As soon as the words fell, the heroine's face suddenly became sad.

The fox looked at her with a watery look in his eyes.

Yinling was confused, what are you doing, she is not a man, can she still eat foxes and complain?

"Hmm, how can I help you?" Yinling pretended not to know: "In this world, is there anything I can help?" ”

"You can, you can, Master Meng, apart from you, there is no one in this world who can help me." The weak looked sad, and he hid his face and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

While wiping his tears, he stole a glance at Meng Shiding.

This immortal longing—she must get it!

Yinling glanced at it obliquely, and a smile was outlined on her lips, and she kept the arc of that smile unchanged for half a minute.

Weak look......

I was also worried, and I didn't know if Meng Po would give it.

"Tell me, I'll hear something."

"Weakly thought... I want to ask Meng Po to give me a bowl of eternal life. ”

The weak knows that money and love in the world can be sought.

can live forever, no one can easily ask for it, and the ancient emperor of Shi has spared no effort to seek the elixir of immortality.

However, until he died, the ancient emperor could not be found.

They are demon clans, desperately cultivating, in vain trying to become immortals and live forever.

Pity...... Nine times out of ten, one step will be lost in the catastrophe.

This shows how hard it is to seek eternal life.

And there is a person in front of her who can boil the elixir.

Since there was Meng Po in the underworld, there has never been a word of immortality.

However, a thousand years ago, Meng Po, who was born from Manjush Shahua, was born to boil.

I don't know how envious and jealous the other worlds are.

"Eternal life, I have a lot of them~" Yinling was not surprised, and the jade finger caressed the square table in front of him.

Oh no, this is not a table, judging by the memory of the original owner, the square table containing the soup is a coffin.

Name: Meng Po's coffin.

Ah She slept in this coffin every night.

Weakly glanced at the lazy and charming Yinling, and said, "That... Can an adult give a bowl to the weak? ”

Yinling shook his head: "Non-underworld personnel, don't give it." ”

The weak eyes are even redder, and the beautiful and delicate face is full of grievances.

"My lord, you have so many immortals here, are you unwilling to give a bowl to the weak?"

"I don't want to live forever, but I can't bear my Langjun, I want to accompany him for a long time...... You're going to fulfill me, aren't you? Please, my lord. ”

The weak body is weak and the willows are blowing, and the crying pear blossoms bring rain.

It was as if Yinling had done something heinous to her.

"Should I give it to you?" Yinling blew the bright red Kodan, and suddenly, leaned over and chuckled, and said, "I won't give it to you!" ”