It's just that now I don't have the heart to gossip even if I want to.

So, I spoke again, "Senior, the Seven Stars Hall is the first hall of the Heavenly Dao Hall in the Yang World. But the Heavenly Dao Palace's actions are against the Heavenly Dao, and the Seven Star Venerable Hua Yue is to blame, but my husband and friends are innocent."

The meaning of my words is very simple, I hope she can be kind and let Lin Zhenhua and them go.

"Goddess of the Mountains and Seas Realm, I'm not from the Heavenly Dao Palace." Drunk and dreaming of death, he spoke again.

"Senpai, I know." I nodded knowingly.

If she was really a member of the Heavenly Dao Palace, she would not trap Hua Yue, and it would be impossible for her to listen to me so much.

But what I didn't expect was that I was about to continue, but I was drunk and said, "I'm not from your Middle-earth, so I treat everyone equally."

You must know that you are not afraid of hooligans, but you are afraid of meeting a fair person who is reasonable and can fight.

Because Lin Zhenhua was like this before.

So I stroked my forehead a little and said, "So senior, you mean, you won't help me release them, do you?"

"Yes." Sure enough, Drunken Dream Death nodded.

Then, as if my expression was too miserable, or perhaps she felt the need to explain, she spoke again, "In fact, if they have demons in their hearts, they will naturally come out and don't need me to save them. It's like you can see me now."

"The so-called drunken dreams and deaths have never trapped anyone. for they can only be trapped by themselves."

That's too zen to say.

There is a kind of realm where looking at flowers is not flowers, and looking at flowers is flowers.

I didn't comment much on this, so I could only divert the topic and pretend to be surprised: "Senior, this Seven Star Venerable and the Demon Cultivator King have only known each other for a few hours. How could she have a deep love for the Demon Cultivator?"

I don't know if it's because I'm too confident or if I don't think it's necessary.

At this moment, Drunken Dream Death didn't put away those small pictures, so at this moment, I can clearly see the picture of each of them trapped in it.

Naturally, it also includes the flower moon's.

"She had admired the Demon Cultivator before, even though they only knew each other now. But this woman has known the Demon Cultivator King unilaterally for hundreds of years." Drunken Dream Death explained.

"Oh, I see." I pretended to be grateful and said, "Thank you seniors for your doubts."

"You're welcome, goddess, you ......"...

"By the way, senior, I also want to ask my husband, how can he be confused by a child?" I asked, pointing to Lin Zhenhua's small picture.

What I wanted to say was forcibly interrupted by me, and I was very unhappy in my heart.

But looking up at me, her eyes were red, and she looked pitiful, and she finally sighed: "Your two young sons, Lin Zhuo's whereabouts are still unknown. Even if he is the King of the Nine Shadows, the first King of Tanglin, he will have delusions because of this, which is really reasonable."

"I see, but that child is far from Zhuo'er's age." I said again.

"Lin Zhuo is still just a baby who has just reached the end of the month, how can he confuse the Nine Shadows King, naturally he can only make the child bigger."

"But ......"

"Zang Ling'er, you've already seen through it, right?" The cold and picturesque drunken dream of death spoke.

"Don't dare, I don't dare to be presumptuous in front of Master Meng." Having said that, the divine power around me continues to skyrocket: "But now the underworld is my Middle-earth. Meng Po doesn't go back to the underworld to make Meng Po soup, what are you doing here?"

is still drunk and dreams of death.

Hehe, she really knows how to pretend, but it's a pity that she is wearing a streamer fairy skirt, and she looks fairy. can't resist the ghost aura in the depths of her soul.

I can't think of anyone else who can create countless small pictures and appear here again except for Meng Po, who has been missing from the underworld for many years.

After all, Meng Po's strength is not only to make people forget all the Meng Po soup, but also to create dreams.

But what I didn't expect was that Meng Po actually said, "Goddess, I am both the Meng Po of the underworld and the rumored drunken dream of death, isn't this okay?"

what

Meaning?

Did I misunderstand her?

"Goddess, why be so surprised, aren't you not only a goddess of the Mountain and Sea Realm, but also a teacher of the Middle Earth Kingdom. Do you only allow the governor to set fires and not allow the people to light lamps?" Meng Po said with a calm smile.

Then, she lifted the veil directly, as if she felt that I had seen through her identity.

It makes no difference whether you wear this veil or not.

When the veil fell, it naturally revealed a beautiful face, but it was not stunning when the veil was worn. This is probably the so-called beauty like a flower across the clouds.

But if it really falls from the clouds into the mortal dust, it doesn't seem so beautiful.

"The goddess laughed, your appearance is the best in the world, how can I compare with my generation." Meng Po said with a smile.

But I was a little displeased and said, "Looks are natural, so you don't have to worry too much about them. What's more, the heart is good and beautiful, as for the identity you said before, you should know it as Meng Po. Whether it is Lin Zhenhua's identity as the first king of Tanglin, or the identity of the first saint and goddess of my mountain and sea realm, it is our identity as the reincarnation of the gods and demons."

In this way, there is neither conflict nor contradiction, including the identity of me and Lin Zhenhua's current Middle-earth National Teacher and Middle-earth Commander-in-Chief is the same.

But we have only one true identity, and that is the last goddess in this world, and the demon god Ember.

"But although I can't compare with your gods and demons, I don't have any reincarnation after a long time. But my specialty is to make Meng Po soup, and my side job is to be a drunk dreamer. It doesn't seem out of the ordinary." Meng Po said with a smile unchanged.

Why did the opponent you met this time love to laugh so much?

Or do villains like to laugh?

"Okay, identity aside. The underworld has been returned to Middle-earth, so what should you do?" I said sharply.

I said so much before just to find out her identity, but now if she toasts and doesn't eat and drink, then I have nothing to be merciful.

"Hahaha, I've heard that the goddess is already a strong person who breaks the mirror at a young age. Hanazuki's fake broken mirror can't compete with the goddess, but I, the real broken mirror, really want to compete with the goddess, so I can taste my long-cherished wish." Meng Po was not frightened by my words, but said bluntly.

"Okay, if you lose, you can solve the drunken dream of death." I said coldly.

"Naturally, and I will return to the underworld from now on, and be at the mercy of the goddess." Meng Po said without fear.

"Good!" I like cheerful people who are bold, and I can't help but ask, "If I lose, do you want to make any conditions?"

Although I am not as fair as Lin Zhenhua, I don't like to owe anyone.

Unexpectedly, Meng Po waved her hand and said, "It's not a debt, if the goddess loses to the Nine Shadows King, the power of the Demon Cultivator King and these soul suppression soldiers will belong to me. After all, I think that except for the goddess, there is no one who can be called my opponent anymore. Of course, there are actually two of them, but they are both trapped in drunken dreams and death."

Hearing Meng Po say this, I completely reacted, and I couldn't help laughing: "It turns out that Meng Po is waiting for me."