Meng Po smiled and gave way to Fengxi, "Miss Fengxi drinks tea." His expression was ordinary, as kind as before, but it made Feng Xi feel a little strange in his heart.

She took a sip of tea, and the bitter warm tea flowed down her throat, and even her heart was a little bitter. I don't feel anything when I drink it on weekdays, but today's Meng Po's tea is even more bitter than usual. There was a dull pain in a corner of my heart, and I didn't know what was going on.

The brain swelled, Feng Xi frowned, saw Meng Po looking at her, hurriedly lost her look, got up and smiled lightly, "Mother-in-law, it's not too early, the cat at home is still waiting for me to feed, so I won't bother you." He said that he was blessed and turned away.

Meng Po looked at the figure of Fengxi passing by the sea of flowers on the other side, the contrast between the plain white figure and the endless Red Sea was obvious, but it was extremely harmonious.

She sighed and looked up to drink the remaining tea from her bowl.

However, the hoarse and old ballad on the side of the bridge sounded again.

Flowers bloom for a thousand years, flowers fall for a thousand years, and flowers and leaves never meet.

Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined for life and death.

Flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side.

Reflection, the road to the underworld.

Flowers bloom and leaves fall without twins, and the thoughts of each other will never return.

The sadness and loneliness in the song, lined with the dim light of the sky that will never brighten, the ghosts in the Lechuan River heard this song, and became more and more manic, and the whole turbid Lethe River was boiling because of the resentment. Countless pairs of sharp claws turned fiercely into the void, dragging everything they could grab into the water.

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Feng Xi is a person who doesn't hide things in his heart, and his emotions are always light.

If it was said that Fang Cai Meng Po's words really made her heart entangled for a moment, and when she returned to her several bamboo and wooden houses on the border of Fengdu, she saw a black shadow flickering towards her far away.

She smiled, and the corners of her lips rose with a faint smile, which was very good-looking.

Catching the little thing that threw himself into his arms, Feng Xi scratched the silky black hair on its body, and said with a smile: "Yinyun, Yinyun, why did you sneak out again?" Didn't you say you would wait for me to come back? ”

"Meow~" The little fleshy paw scratched her sleeve, and the little hairy head rubbed her jaw lovingly.

Silver Turbidity is a cat, Feng Xi picked up the newborn three years ago, when the sky was dripping with a light rain, she went to visit a friend with a folded paper umbrella, passing through the Hall of the Dead, outside the hall was surrounded by ghosts and led by ghosts to the temple. This is where the lives of those people end, and here they are reborn.

The wet little milk cat was thrown in the corner, and in such a solemn place, someone actually lost a cat. Even if it has a small voice and can only make a tiny sound, if it is discovered by the ghosts, it will definitely die.

Feng Xi never felt that he was a soft-hearted person, and in a place like the Hall of Death, idle people and others could not approach. She just wanted to hurry over and visit the only old friend she knew in this netherworld, a fox with a quirky temperament.

Yes, she just drooped her eyelids slightly, and planned to walk past it without changing her face.

In the lightning, the cat seemed to return to the light, its soft little paws hooked her skirt, and howled at her desperately.

As if to say, save it—

Feng Xi paused in surprise, lowered his eyes, and hit its moist pupils, flawless and unstained dust, Feng Xi hurriedly opened his eyes, silently recited a Buddhist verse, and took it back, named it Yinyun.

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