I smiled at Fusheng and said, "No! ”

Fusheng smiled and said, "It's the little monk who is rude." The little monk will stay in Huangquan these days, and if the donor figured it out, he can go to the west bank to find the little monk. Since the donor was injured, the little monk did not disturb the donor's recuperation, and the little monk took his leave. ”

I looked at his back as he left, pouted, and said as if I was going to go to him!

Pinching the trick into a red dress on the other side, I went out and went straight to the Nai He Bridge. I don't know how Sister Meng Po is now, I didn't come to see me when I was hurt, it's so sad!

As soon as I arrived at Lethe, I saw a graceful shadow standing on the bridge. Meng Po, who is dressed in white on weekdays, rarely wears a red palace dress, only the neckline and waist seal are printed with gilt auspicious cloud patterns.

I couldn't help but slow down, for fear of disturbing the beautiful woman.

"Xiao Qi, is that you? I've been waiting for you for a long time. "Meng Xi didn't look back, but he knew my identity.

I stepped forward quickly, grabbed Meng Xi's sleeve and said, "Sister Meng Po, you are so amazing, you know it's me before I squeak!" What are you waiting for me? ”

Meng Xi ignored my compliment, she said, "Xiao Qi, do you believe in fate? As the words fell, her green hair seemed to be covered with frost and snow in an instant, and there was no color except snow white.

Only then did I realize that she was not curling her hair today, and how dazzling the three thousand flowers were in this world!

"Sister Meng Po, your hair ......" My voice trembled, not knowing what to say.

Meng Xi continued as if nothing happened: "I believe it. ”

In an instant, the wind surged, the crimson water in the Lechuan River boiled, the wind blew fiercely, and lightning lit up among the dark clouds, everything was so abnormal.

I grabbed Meng Xi's hand, pulled her vigorously and said, "Sister Meng Po, something is wrong here, come with me!" ”

Meng Xi had a faint smile on his face, and there was no longer the usual charm. She said, "I'm willing to exchange with you." ”

"For what?" My doubts were engulfed in thunder, the sky cracked, and the golden light was projected on Meng Xi, and I was relentlessly shaken out.

In the golden light, Meng Xi closed his eyes and muttered words in his mouth that I had never heard before. Behind her, the phantom of a huge book slowly rose, and the cover of the book only had the word "floating life".

"Floating? Little monk! "I wiped the tears from my face and ran towards the west bank, this matter must be inseparable from the little monk! No wonder he was so sure that I would go looking for him, it turned out that he had already attacked Sister Meng Po!

I was anxious, tears blurred my vision, and I ran into a wall of flesh! I fell to the side with a broken foot, but luckily the man pulled me and I didn't fall into the mud.

I didn't raise my head to thank me and rushed to the west bank, only to hear the man: "Amitabha, the donor is here to find the little monk?" ”

Hearing this voice, I suddenly raised my head, rushed up and grabbed his collar, and said viciously: "What did you do to Sister Meng Po!" How did she become the way she is! ”

With a flick of my hand on the collar, my hand could no longer be strengthened, and I could only hang down softly. I saw him say slowly: "Master Meng has become like this not because of the little monk, but because of you, the flower donor." ”

These words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, shaking me almost unsteadily, I covered my face and muttered: "How could it be me, impossible, I can't hurt Sister Meng's ......"

I already had the answer in my mind, but I didn't want to admit it. I raised my head and grabbed Fusheng's sleeve and said incoherently: "It's not me, that giant book is branded with 'Fusheng', it must have something to do with you, you must know how to save Sister Meng Po, right?" You must know, yes, you must know......"