It was impossible for Feng Bi'an to take the weak with him when he did the task, so he had to let her stay in Lin'an Pavilion.

When he came back, he brought her the fox's favorite roast chicken.

The weak man was happy when he heard this, and he waited obediently in the pavilion.

However, I didn't think that what was waiting for this was death.

After Feng Bi'an left, Wannan Pavilion took this opportunity to kill the female protagonist, and when the male protagonist came back, he found that he was weak and wanted to ask the disciples in the sect.

But from an outsider's point of view, he doesn't have a pet at all.

If he asked, it would cause unnecessary misunderstanding.

Therefore, Feng Bi'an had to comfort himself that the little fox was home, and when he remembered him, he would come back to see him.

Since then,Every time the male protagonist goes down the mountain to do a task,,Will search the surrounding mountains and deep forests.。

He just wanted to see the little fox that tugged at his heartstrings again.

Hehe, you can see a fart!

Yinling pursed his lips, and his soul returned to Huangquan as soon as he died.

The original owner, Ah She, boiled a pot of soul-breaking soup, sat on the Nai He Bridge, and watched the crying ghosts with cold eyes.

No matter how much you love the world, you can't bear your family.

As soon as you drink the soul-breaking soup, everything becomes a thing of the past.

By the time the heroine came to her weakly, there were no ghosts behind her.

At this time—

Weakness was the last ghost she'd send away today.

"Drink."

A bowl of soul-breaking soup is placed on the table.

Sitting down weakly, he lowered his eyes and looked at the clear and fragrant soup in the bowl, his eyes moistened, and he thought of the little drips between the two.

She was reluctant.

She's really reluctant!

It's just that she wants to be with her Langjun, why does God play tricks on people like this?

Hateful.

Hatred rolls in my heart.

Ah She looked at the weakness that was constantly bursting with black resentment around her, and the old withered hands flipped over, and a bright color appeared.

Her hoarse voice was piercing, and she said quietly: "The world is exquisitely lovesick, and it is all the smoke of the past." ”

Hearing this, he raised his eyes and looked at the red beans on Ah She's fingertips.

"If you haven't experienced it, you won't understand."

"Hehe......"

Ah She laughed hoarsely and mocked, like a ghost asking for his life.

With a gentle push on the fingertips, the bright-colored acacia beans instantly turn into powder.

"The white fox is weak, drink this soup quickly, but it's all hanging, relaxed, and the affairs of this life have nothing to do with you at all."

With a wave of his robe, all the powder on the table disappeared into darkness.

Weakly looked at Meng Po and Ah She: "Ah She, can I not drink it?" I don't want to forget him. ”

Ah She blinked, and the exit decisively refused: "No." ”

Although she was tired of this Meng Po's work, it was impossible to show favoritism.

"Ah She, I came to you a hundred years ago to ask you for immortality, I fell in love with him for two lifetimes, both unforgettable, please, let me cross the bridge."

Please don't give me soul soup, I don't want to forget my lang.

She searches for the memories she has stored in her mind.

In the end, she found out that the woman in front of her was the one who told her the eighteen love stories of other families a hundred years ago.

"You?" Ah She sighed: "It turned out to be you." ”

"I haven't seen you for a hundred years, I am in the Yellow Spring Land, you are diligent in coming.

It is...... It's that your soul is not as fragrant as it used to be. ”

She smacked her lips and looked at her with pity.

Hearing this, there is nothing else that the weak man does not understand.

This Meng Po likes to eat ghosts with sweet souls.

The product of hell is really disgusting.

She just wanted her a bowl of soul-breaking soup, and she was actually worried about eating her soul.

But......

Now that her soul is not fragrant, it is very likely that she will have to drink this bowl of soul-breaking soup, what's going on?

Why doesn't it smell?

After thinking about it for a long time, she finally thought of the Kunlun bell on her body.

The hidden aura is extremely powerful, could it be that this is the trouble?

A glimmer of darkness crossed his weak eyes, and he tore off the bell at his waist and threw it into Manshu Shahua.

Suddenly, the aroma overflowed.

The eyes of the original owner, Ah She, glowed with an amazing light, and it was so fragrant.

Looking at the weak with burning eyes, she asked, "Why are you fragrant again?" ”

"I don't want to drink this soup."

The heroine didn't answer, and directly said what she requested.

The original owner couldn't help it when he saw the food, and he was stupid: "Okay, if you don't drink it, you won't drink it." ”

"Really, really?"

The original owner nodded yes, got up and approached the heroine: "Since you don't want to be reincarnated, then give me food?" ”