"I have seen more than 100 donors in my life, including official ladies and relatives of the emperor, but I have never felt like this. It's like...... It's like the first snow after winter, stepping on it, soft and light, and the heart seems to be filled with something instantly, so tight that even the cold wind can't penetrate a wisp of it. I hadn't even figured out what it was before I came to the underworld...... I am a Buddhist, not only did I break the vows in a single thought, but I still had a trace of hope in my heart, perhaps...... Only when this Lethe cleanses me of my sins, will I come back to you. As soon as the words fell, he hooked his lips, and finally glanced deeply at Meng Po, turned around quickly, and his thin body was like a piece of rice paper, falling lightly into the blood-yellow river.

Everything happened in an instant, and before everyone could react, he was already engulfed by a tongue of blood several feet high.

Xie Bi'an looked at this scene in shock, and muttered after relieving himself:

"I didn't expect it...... This little devil has such a fierce temperament...... The charm of adults is endless...... My lord?! He raised his eyes to look at Meng Po, whose face was full of tears, and exclaimed:

"What's wrong with you, sir?"

Although there are only one or two of the thousand ghosts who jump into Lethe, they are used to seeing life and death, and their hearts have long been numb, and at most they can only sigh a few times. Adults are always tepid and tepid, and they have never been overjoyed, let alone like this now...... If it is said that it is evil, then it makes more sense.

She put her hands on her chest, looked at the rolling Lethe River, and silently said something, and a dark blue ball of light separated from her body and rushed straight into the river beneath her feet. Suddenly, the originally turbulent Lethe River quieted down, and the surface was covered with a layer of dark blue light, which was shining inch by inch from the blood-yellow water.

"Adults can't ......" Fan Wuyu stretched out his hand and just wanted to stop it, when he saw a dark blue ball of light wrapped in a soul rushing ashore, Meng Po's face turned pale, her body shook, and she was supported by Fan Wuyu and Xie Bi'an.

She stared at the shadow wrapped in the ball of light without blinking, and when the light dimmed, Mo Jian was already a scholar with long hair and shoulder-length, he opened his eyes slightly, and said in a dream:

"Auntie ......"

Because she overdrew the primordial spirit in her body, waves of darkness surged up in her brain, and she gasped and said:

"Put him in the underworld first, and the king of Hades will blame him, and everything will be mine." As soon as the words fell, he fell backwards and was caught by black and white impermanence.

Mo Jian woke up from the dream of countless memory fragments, and his whole body seemed to fall apart. He snorted and tried to sit up, but his arm was immediately grabbed.

"Are you awake? Is it better? After hearing that pleasant voice, his body stiffened, he turned his head in a daze, and bumped into Meng Po's deep eyes without warning, and the hand under the brocade quilt clenched into a fist, as if he was enduring something. After a while, he spoke in a hoarse voice:

“…… I'm sorry, Auntie."

The name of the girl who had not been heard for thousands of years rang in her ears, and she lowered her eyes, perfectly covering her surging emotions, and said softly:

"It's all gone."

"Your soul has been shattered by the waters of Lethe and you can't stay in the realm for long, so I'll send you to reincarnation......" She grabbed his arm, and the back of her hand was suddenly tightly covered by a large hand, and she pulled it back. She stumbled and fell into Mo Confucius's arms.

"I'm not leaving." He buried his head in her shoulder socket and said in a deep voice:

"I'll stay with you." Meng Po was stunned, and then smiled self-deprecatingly:

"Don't be funny, what's the good thing about staying in this grassless dungeon forever? Didn't you do it because ......"

"It's my mistake, after this hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, I found out that even if the tabby Xiaqi and Lin Laiquan Yun in the world are far inferior to you."

This person, this sentence, she has been waiting by the Nai He Bridge for thousands of years, and finally waited.

Meng Po turned her head and let the tears slide into her sideburns and disappear into nothingness.

……

On the outskirts of Yuguo City, a small courtyard with carved galleries and paintings was newly built. Under the shade of the trees, an arched wooden door with a large red hydrangea is visible. On the hot gold plaque, there are big black characters with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing:

Jin Jiuxuan.

At that time, in the dead of night, the cool breeze blew up the red roses spread at the front door, and from a distance, the petals were wantonly floating in the air, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

The courtyard is brightly lit, and the eyes are festive red. The banquet in the lobby has been dispersed, and in the main house, which is lit with candlelight, there are soft words and forbearant gasps from time to time, like jade beads falling on the plate, which is particularly special in the quiet night.

The pale golden curtain fell, and two fiery figures snuggled up to each other faintly appeared.

Shang Jin looked down at the person with red lips slightly hooked between his arms and bright eyes, sighed with satisfaction for a while, and kissed the tip of Mu Ningjiu's nose softly. The latter put his hands around his neck and made a look of being picked. Seeing this, his breathing suddenly became heavier, and when the delicate and dense kisses fell one after another, the clothes of the two also flew out of the tent at a speed visible to the naked eye and fell to the ground.

"Great beauty...... Mu Ningjiu played with Shang Jin's green silk hanging down like ink with one hand, picked up his chin with the other, and smiled evilly. She stretched out her white neck, bit his earlobe, and felt the shiver of the person on her body, and a look of pleasure spread in her eyes.

"Bastard...... Where did you learn it? Well? Shang Jin almost went off, suppressed the heat flow in his lower abdomen, gritted his teeth and grabbed her messy Rouyi, and said hatefully.

When he thought that his little fox had been forced to stay in the Drunken Flower Building for so long, he longed to gouge out the eyeballs of those people.

"Do you still need to learn this? It's all... Well...... ......"Although Mu Ningjiu teased Shang Jin, she didn't look so calm, her cheeks flew down, and her already soft voice was dyed with gasp.

Shang Jin's fingers nimbly untied the last layer of her restraints, and the sweat from the tip of her nose condensed from tension dripped onto her delicate collarbone. Seeing this, Mu Ningjiu kissed the sweat from his neck, reached out to pull him closer to him, hooked his lips and laughed:

"Beauty, don't be nervous...... Ahh

The sudden tearing pain made her unable to say a word in an instant, Shang Jin's figure was stunned, seeing the pale little face of the person in her arms, a deep distress flashed in her phoenix eyes, and he hesitated:

"Little fox, I'm still ......" Before the words fell, he only felt a pain in his back, and the softness like clouds in the sky swept over him in an instant, and an electric current suddenly rushed from his lower abdomen to the tail vertebrae, he gasped heavily, and his throat rolled. Mu Ningjiu hugged him tightly, his knuckles turned white, and he hissed:

"It's all come to this, how dare you!"

Seeing this, Shang Jin suddenly leaned over and hugged her hard, and his warm breath sprayed in his ears:

"Grab me if it hurts." Mu Ningjiu smoothed his head with a smile, and before she could react, a new round of violent impact made her almost scream.

Gradually, the pain faded, and bursts of numb heat quickly surged into their hearts, steaming their cheeks red and their eyes misty.

The curtain was deep, and from time to time there was an exclamation and a rough gasp, and gradually, everything subsided. Mu Ningjiu lay on his side, looked at the big beauty in front of him, and winked playfully. As if thinking of something, he suddenly giggled, and a soft voice with a hint of cunning sounded:

"Ah Jin, do you remember that in the underworld, you agreed to one of my requests?" Shang Jin slowly rubbed her elastic waist, then scratched her nose dotingly, and asked with a smile:

"What do you think you want?"

"Hmm!" Mu Ningjiu nodded vigorously, a trace of excitement flashed in her starry eyes, and her red lips opened lightly:

"I want to ......"

"...... above" As soon as the words fell, Shang Jin only felt a weight on his waist, and Mu Ningjiu had already stepped up and looked down at him condescendingly. Shang Jin frowned and held her:

"Don't make trouble, you're tired tonight......" Mu Ningjiu gnawed at his soft lips, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes. She snapped her fingers suddenly, and her golden curls poured down, making her skin whiter, but it was completely different from when she had black hair. She caught a glimpse of Shang Jin's deepening eyes, smiled slightly, leaned over and teased in his ear:

"Am I tired, or are you a beauty...... Can't stand it? Shang Jin held her waist, and her magnetic voice was hoarse, with a happy smile:

"Since the lady is so enthusiastic, then the husband... It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate......"

The red tent is warm, the red waves are turned, and the spring night is worth a thousand gold.

……

On the third pole of the sun, Mu Ningjiu grinned and got up from the bed, touched his sore waist, and thought hatefully: If I knew earlier, I wouldn't have teased him, and I was the one who suffered in the end.

"Squeak", the door was pushed open, Shang Jin was wearing a purple dress, green silk was scattered, and walked in with a bowl of soup, seeing that Mu Ningjiu was awake, he hurriedly put the bowl on the table, walked quickly to her, supported her and asked:

"How? What's wrong with that? There was no sticky feeling on her body, but there was a faint ache all over her body, she squinted her eyes and flew over with an eye knife, and snorted coldly:

"It's all your fault! No self-control at all! Shang Jin thought of last night's scene, his face flushed slightly, and he coughed dryly:

"Yes, ma'am...... It's so tasty, for the husband...... Can't hold it back."

"Ah Jin, I'll discuss something with you." Mu Ningjiu suddenly held his face and said seriously:

"The matter of black spells is urgent now, and we don't know what will happen after that. So, the child ......" Shang Jin was stunned when he heard this, hid the frustration that flashed in his eyes, and hooked his lips and said:

"That's what I thought, too. When everything is over, it is safer to wait for the arrival of the little one. He took the bowl, lowered his eyelashes, and said:

"Drink it." Mu Ningjiu looked at the black medicine, sighed, and quickly drank it all, and a candied fruit was delivered to his mouth in time.

The sweet taste suddenly spread to the tip of her tongue, Mu Ningjiu was stunned, and slightly hooked her lips and said:

"I'm not a child anymore, what bitter medicine haven't I drunk?"

Shang Jin sat quietly on the edge of the bed, listening to what she said, her phoenix eyes trembled, and she said softly:

"From now on, you will be my only wife Shang Jin, how can I let your wife suffer a little?" After finishing his words, he kissed him deeply. Mu Ningjiu closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around him, and a warm current hit his heart, and his eyes were slightly astringent.