Meng Po soup is delicious.

Its citations are: a cup of raw tears, two old tears, three bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of lovesick tears, six cups of sick tears, and seven feet of parting tears.

Meng Po has eight soup introductions, but Sanqi only knows seven of them, but she never remembers that her mother told her about the eighth kind of soup introduction.

Today, Sanqi is also self-realizing, and this eighth flavor soup is the sad tears of Meng Po.

In this life, people will experience ups and downs, twists and turns, but the most unforgettable thing is also the lost love.

At this moment, Sanqi is experiencing the most uncomfortable emotions in the world, and after experiencing happiness, it is endless sadness.

Gently patting Sanqi's back, Luo Chen raised his eyes to look at the endless yellow sand: "Don't worry, your immortal, he will come back." ”

"Really? The ghost. ”

Sanqi looked up at Luo Chen, and his eyes faintly revealed the last hope.

"If you don't wait for the next day, we will meet again, and you will wait a few days."

After that, Luo Chen took Sanqi back to Meng Pozhuang and waited for the arrival of immortality.

As Luo Chen expected, Changsheng reappeared in Huangquan after more than 20 days, and then walked into Meng Pozhuang.

"Sanqi!"

Changsheng called softly after entering the door, but he couldn't get an answer.

Seeing Luo Chen sitting in the center of the lobby, sipping tea, Changsheng couldn't help asking: "Qi Yan, where is Sanqi, why didn't you come out to see me?" But because I've been in the future for a long time, I'm angry? ”

Luo Chen raised his eyes to look at Changsheng, gently put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Now this is no longer Meng Pozhuang, I am the new owner of this place." ”

"What do you mean? What about Sanqi? This Yellow Spring, how can there be no Meng Po? Why do you speak like that? ”

Listening to Luo Chen's words, Changsheng suddenly frowned.

Luo Chen glanced at him, then waved his hand and said: "This place has been renamed Huangquan Inn, if you don't believe it, you can go outside the house and take a look, you will know whether what I said is true or false." ”

"Hmph, listen to your nonsense here, I'm going to go in and find Sanqi."

Changsheng waved his sleeves, ignored Luo Chen, and directly broke into the backyard of the inn to look for Sanqi.

In an instant, a second passed, and after half an hour had passed, Changsheng hurriedly ran from the backyard to Luo Chen and shouted, "What about Meng Po Sanqi? What did you do with her? Say it! "After looking for a long time, Changsheng didn't find Sanqi, even the slightest trace of Sanqi has disappeared from Meng Pozhuang.

For a while, Sanqi couldn't accept these facts, pulled Luo Chen's sleeves and swayed, and kept asking.

Seeing this, Luo Chen didn't speak, and slapped his palm directly on Changsheng's chest and slapped it outside the door of the village.

Mo Ming was attacked, and Changsheng felt more and more that this matter was not good, and then shouted: "Okay, you ghost, actually..."

Before the words were finished, Changsheng's gaze suddenly swept to the forehead of Meng Pozhuang, and then froze in place.

"Yellow Springs Inn, Yellow Springs Inn, what's going on? Isn't this Meng Po Zhuang? ”

Changsheng got up from the ground, wiped his eyes several times, and then looked at the door, but the font on it still showed the Huangquan Inn.

The once familiar Meng Po Village has not changed, but the outside door of this village, Meng Po Sanqi, can no longer find a trace.

Regardless of the mess on his body, Changsheng broke into Meng Pozhuang again, pointed at Luo Chen and scolded: "It's you, it must be you who killed Sanqi and occupied Huangquan, I want to avenge her." As he spoke, Changsheng used his aura and slashed at Luo Chen with one palm.

And when he started, Luo Chen also spoke: "Sanqi, I died because of you!" ”

"Whew!"

A strong gust of wind blew through the tips of Luo Chen's hair, and Changsheng's palm also stopped in front of him.

"Impossible, I didn't do anything, why did Sanqi die because of me? Qi Zhen, you have to lie to me! ”

Changsheng shook his head in disbelief, his eyes full of despair.

Luo Chen picked up the teacup again, took a sip and said: "Lovesick and sad, Er Qing will not look back as soon as he leaves." Changsheng, for more than 30 days after you left, she was in love with you, thinking about you, thinking about you, and worrying about you day and night. Seeing her body getting thinner and thinner, I couldn't persuade her, and I had no choice but to watch Sanqi die in front of this table and chair. ”

"Huangquan, Huangquan, Meng Po Sanqi. Since yesterday, this Yellow Spring has no longer Meng Po, and there is no Sanqi. ”

Sighing, Luo Chen drank all the tea in the cup, although it was sweet in his mouth, but more of it was the bitter taste.

"You lied to me, right, how could Sanqi die? She is Meng Po, the lord of the Yellow Spring..."

Changsheng's words became lighter and lighter, and on his cheeks, there were also two more green lines, flowing slowly.

After a while, Changsheng looked at the table and chairs in front of him in a daze, crying bitterly, choking constantly.

Luo Chen didn't comfort him, even if what he said was not true, he just looked at the other party and cried.

Luo Chen knew that Changsheng approached Sanqi with a purpose, and the people behind him were the real culprits. And Luo Chen said that Sanqi was dead, and he was also waiting for the arrival of the person behind him.

The people behind it spent so many years in order to get Meng Poyang's scroll and live forever, and painstakingly set up this bureau to lure Sanqi into the set.

Now, Sanqi faked his death, can he still calm down?

Today is a once-in-a-300 year celebration day, such an excellent time, and no one will miss it!

Just thinking about it, Luo Chen's eyes suddenly skimmed to the outside of Meng Po Village, and dozens of streamers were faintly flying from the sky in his pupils, and they stepped on the fairy sword and went straight to Meng Po in the depths of the yellow sand.

Seeing that the other party was still in the distance, Luo Chen casually cast an enchantment on Meng Pozhuang, and then retracted his gaze to look at the crying man: "Changsheng, have you ever really liked Sanqi?" ”

Hearing this, Changsheng's body trembled slightly, raised his head slightly, and his eyes were full of tears: "You... When was it discovered? ”

"From the beginning to the end, the first time I saw you, I sensed that deliberate approach all the time. What's more, what you see can fool Sanqi, but you can't fool me. ”

"Then why don't you expose me, if you do, Sanqi... Sanqi probably won't die. ”

Changsheng looked up at Luo Chen, his eyes full of sadness.

Luo Chen just shook his head: "I'll ask you, do you really like Sanqi, can you fight for her life like your senior sister." ”

"I like Sanqi, if I can bring her back to life, I am willing to give my life in exchange for her to be reborn."

As if grasping the last straw, Changsheng clutched Luo Chen's sleeve tightly, and said with urgency in his eyes: "Tell me, what can I do to get Sanqi's life back!" ”

Luo Chen smiled, directly conjured a dagger still on the table, and said: "Sanqi is the lord of the Yellow Spring, the Netherworld Meng Po, even if he dies, he can be reborn." But there is a premise, that is, if there is a person she loves and loves her, and is willing to take out her heart for a life, Meng Po Sanqi can also be resurrected immediately! ”

"Changsheng, you have to remember that as long as you really love Sanqi, you can fight your life with your life, if you are not ......"

Before Luo Chen finished speaking, he saw Changsheng pick up the dagger on the table and slash open his chest.

Immediately afterwards, Changsheng reached into his chest with one hand, and in the blink of an eye, he took out a slowly beating fresh heart and handed it to Luo Chen.