Meng Po suddenly disappeared as soon as she saw the person, and glanced impatiently at Yan Gong beside her, "Look at you, you will cry in one sentence, and you won't let me say it." ”

Yan Gong also didn't expect it, and then realized that lovers of the same gender like them could come together as a gift from God, thinking that because they had suffered a lot of hardships like him and Xiao Meng, they were a little sentimental when they were blessed!

Yan Gong thought, stretched out a hand, smiled, and took the initiative to beg for mercy, "My fault." ”

Meng Po coughed slightly, peeked at the person next to her, saw that no one was looking, glanced at Yan Gong, her face was slightly red, and she reached out and patted Yan Gong's hand, just as they did in Honglian Village, Meng Po said softly, "I forgive you." ”

At the beginning, he was pushed down to the earth to resolve the catastrophe, you must know that the pool of death is ineffective for him, he cast a blindfold as a woman, lived in the world, thinking that it should be a vacation, anyway, as soon as his eyes are closed and opened, the day will pass, in case he is lucky one day, has a terminal illness or encounters some natural and man-made disasters, and his eyes are closed, he can not go back to the underworld directly?

With this kind of luck mentality, he lived leisurely in the world, he didn't expect to meet such an unexpected person, and he didn't expect that he would marry this person as a wife, and when the life of the world was about to end, he promised to wait for this person on Huangquan Road.

But when he arrived at the underworld, he didn't wait long, he hesitated, most of the people who knew him only knew that he was Meng Po, although he was also very happy in this game, but in the face of Yan Gong, this feeling changed completely.

He likes to dress himself like a woman, likes women's jewelry, clothing and makeup, and over time, he himself gets used to it, and every time he sees himself in the mirror, he will feel a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

But he was afraid that he was really interested in Yan Gong in the world, but Yan Gong fell in love with him dressed as a woman, he was not sure that Yan Gong liked the real him, and he was even more unsure that Yan Gong liked a man.

When he was thinking about it, he hesitated, thinking that the Yan Guild would go to reincarnation in peace, and they would probably never meet again, even if they were destined to meet again, it could only be by the bridge of Naihe, drinking his bowl of Meng Po soup, and the past of Ren Qianchen passed away with the wind, and their staggered red lines would return to their respective positions again, and there would be no intersection again.

After a long time, this matter was buried in the bottom of his heart, slowly dusted, and gradually "disappeared", until, the old ghost came back again, went to the elders' house, and made a big fuss, he knew that Yan Gong was pitted by the group of bastards in the elders' house in order to wait for him, and on impulse, he couldn't care about so much mess, and brought Yan Gong back directly from the elders' house.

Thinking of this, Meng Po sighed helplessly in her heart, once such a wooden person became stubborn, it really made him a little unsure of how to deal with it, he had never seen Yan Gong have such a side in the world, but I have to say that such a Yan Gong is more attractive to him.

That time, he was a little desperate to restore his manly appearance in front of Yan Gong, he thought that Yan Gong would retreat because of the difficulty, but he didn't think about it, but Yan Gong laughed, what he said, he still remembers, Yan Gong said to him with a smile, "I have been a husband and wife for so many years, how can I not know the gender of the person I like." It turned out that Yan Gong had known for a long time, even if he had used a trick, he was still noticed by Yan Gong.

Meng Po thinks that he is not a person who is looking for abuse and hypocrisy, and those who like him also like him, and he doesn't mind that he has a special hobby, and he can be long, and he works hard, such a good person misses it, can he not let others take it away, he must have taken it himself.

Meng Po thought of what happened at that time, so she took the initiative to hold Yan Gong's hand, Yan Gong just smiled and looked at him gently, and didn't speak, but that's it, Meng Po was very relieved in her heart, no matter where she went or what she did, there was always this person with him.

Meng Po got up, looked at the ghost Zun who was drinking the soup leisurely, rolled her eyes impatiently, and didn't want to say hello, so she thought about going back early, but Yan Gong pulled Meng Po forward and said, "Your Excellency, there are still some things at home, so we won't bother anymore." ”

Ghost Venerable finished the last sip and said, "Okay." ”

Yan Gong turned around and was about to leave, but Meng Po suddenly stopped, slapped Yan Gong and said, "Take back the food box and chopsticks, you can't be cheap that old ghost!" ”

Yan Gong went to get it as he said, and then led Meng Po away, and the ghost venerable's face instantly darkened a lot, this old woman, will the deity still be rare with your broken dishes and chopsticks and food box, what does the deity's Shura Hall want?

Cut, don't think he didn't see the purpose of this old woman, this old woman is nothing more than to come to show affection, the ghost looked at the one who was frolicking in the courtyard, and a red light lit up in his hand, and the red light attacked.

Bo Xi was playing with the Wei when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the red light coming towards them, and threw the Wei to the ground.

Ghost Venerable let out a snort, and the interest in his eyes was even stronger, how could the grass python left from ancient times to the present be so simple, if it weren't for the fact that the grass python's injuries had not healed, they would have a big battle together, who would lose and who would win, it was really not certain.

Yan Nianqing looked at the ghost venerable a little speechless to find the pair in the courtyard to vent his anger, since this is the case, accepting his father is not over, Yan Nianqing sighed helplessly, his mother still can't let go of the experience of dying by the pool!

One afternoon, after a dozen of them passed, the sky gradually darkened, and after dinner, everyone in the Shura Hall went back to their rooms to rest.

As soon as the ghost venerable entered the room, he lay on the bed and fell asleep, his body had not yet healed, and after the incident of the death pool, he had more or less some sequelae on his body.

The ghost venerable dreamed again, still the blood-red piece, but there seemed to be something different.

The scenery in front of the ghost lord changed, he came to a village, the houses in the village were like houses, the villagers were smiling, very happy, when the ghost zun saw the golden rice field, he roughly knew why they were happy.

It's the height of autumn, and it's a bumper harvest in this village! Although he didn't come to the world often, he did know what such a good harvest meant to these villagers.

On the dirt road in the village, the villagers were in high spirits, as if they were going to go to the fields to harvest rice together, and most of the children of the village went with them, and the villagers walked past him or past him as if they didn't see him.

The large procession of villagers gradually moved in the direction of the field, and the ghost turned around, but saw a woman talking to a child, the child's face was pale, and the clear-eyed person knew at a glance that the child was born with a defect, and his body was weak, and the child's eyes were a little expectant, as if he was praying for the woman, but the woman shook her head firmly, squatted down and said something to the child, and the child's eyes gradually dimmed.

The woman seemed to sigh, and went in the direction of the large procession, and the child stayed where she was, and watched the woman go farther and farther, and the ghost looked at the situation, and probably knew what was going on, and he looked at the child, but suddenly, the child looked at him.

Ghost Venerable originally thought it was an illusion, but when he looked at each other like this, a trace of red light flashed in the child's eyes, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the arc of the hook became larger and larger, and he opened his mouth, as if he was muttering something.

Ghost Zun couldn't hear it at all, only heard a loud noise, Ghost Zun looked at the blood-red light coming out of the field with some surprise, he sensed that something was wrong, lowered his eyes and looked at himself, but found that for some reason, he actually got into the child's body.

He used the child's body to quietly feel the scene in front of him, the golden rice field in the distance was gradually illuminated by the blood light into blood red, the villagers of the rice field hurriedly fled towards the village, but as the scope of the blood light became wider and wider, the villagers who were illuminated by the blood red light, they were on the ground, there was a pool of blood, one after another villagers were swallowed by the light, and the ghost could feel the child's body trembling constantly.

The child was afraid, panicked, the child's heart suddenly gasped, and even with him, he clenched the clothes on his chest, and the feeling of suffocation came, he fell to the ground weakly, dizzy in front of his eyes, and could only watch the blurred blood red gradually spread towards him.

Ghost Zun's eyes were dark, he gasped suddenly, his vision became clear again, there was a little light, he fell on the street, got up, it was already night, the blood moon was in the sky, his figure was pulled a little long, and he was still in the child's body.

The endless fear in his heart came, and he followed the child's body uncontrollably and ran to the distant field, but when he arrived, he found that there was no field, in the wilderness, all over the place, full of messy tombstones, scattered, and a few crows, the child looked at all this in front of him with some collapse, and he turned around to see that the village where he lived was already in ruins.

The ghost ran around with the child's body, vaguely as if he saw a stone tablet engraved with words, the child's body was shrouded in a shadow, he slowly turned his head, and he didn't know what he saw, the child screamed, and the ghost woke up suddenly.

He grabbed the hand in front of him, his body gasped several times, the ghost in front of him patted him on the back, the ghost venerable gradually calmed down, and said coldly, "The deity should have made it clear to you, the deity has nothing to do with your earthly Yama, why do you bother to entangle again and again?" It's not fun to talk to yourself. ”

Yan Yunqing lowered his eyes and looked at the expressionless person in front of him, the person's lips were pale, and the hand placed beside him was still trembling slightly, Yan Yunqing's eyes couldn't help flashing a trace of pity, he whispered, in a tone of pleading, "I'm here with you, you sleep, I'll leave." ”

Ghost Venerable snorted coldly and closed his eyes again, "Whatever you want." ”

Yan Yunqing was a little surprised, and then sat down on the edge of the bed from the good, stretched out his hand, and held the ghost venerable's, the ghost venerable's palm was a little sweaty, warm, it was familiar to him, the ghost venerable's hand stiffened, and he didn't want to pay much attention to it, so he let Yan Yunqing go.

I don't know if it's because he knew that someone was guarding him, but the ghost venerable's breathing calmed down after a while, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Yan Yunqing kept his promise, and after the ghost venerable fell asleep, he left the room, but continued to guard outside the room.

Ghost Zun had a dream again, his eyes were dark, he couldn't feel the existence of time and space, Ghost Zun gritted his teeth, his heart was already irritable, and after a while, he heard a very weak-sounding voice, which slowly reached his ears.

He heard it, and a person seemed to be calling him, and a little light gradually appeared not far in front of him, "Your Excellency, save me, come and save me!" ”

Ghost Venerable frowned and walked towards the somewhat bright place, "Who are you?" Where is it? How can I save you? "Onizun asked several key questions.

Then the voice sounded again, "Your Excellency, save me, come and save me, they are coming, they are coming, I am ......"

The voice disappeared suddenly, and it was dark again in front of the ghost zun, he opened his eyes, the sky was already bright, the voice, he always felt a little familiar, it seemed that he had heard it somewhere, the ghost zun frowned, thoughtful.