"--- the living--- into it?" The woman sighed softly, her voice as cold as jade, with a hint of melancholy.

"Who are you?" Huang Qingwan looked up at the woman standing on the skull bridge, through the faint white mist, she couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but she felt an inexplicable sadness, emitting through the thin white mist.

"Me?" The woman chuckled, her eyes dyed with intense sadness, "On this Nai He Bridge, they call me Meng Po. ”

"Meng Po?!" Huang Qingwan was speechless for a moment, although he had already come to the underworld, passed the ghost gate, and saw Meng Po, he was not surprised, but the gap between this so-called Meng Po and the impression is too big, right?

This bewitching stunner, even if the phoenix is lightly pulled a thousand times, it can't be connected with the kind of old woman who should be wearing a black cloak, with a rickety body and an ugly face.

"Meng Po Yiyan---" the woman said lightly, not looking threatening, "When she was alive, her name was Yiyan." ”

Huang lightly pulled,". ”

She was already a little messy, and Ji Xiaohu hugged the ghost wolf in her arms tightly, staring at a pair of big black and white eyes, looking at the woman on the bridge without blinking.

Shui Wu'an was obviously a little messy, and after being surprised, his eyes fell on the woman, and in an instant, the intense sadness hit his heart, making his heart tremble inexplicably.

The woman stretched out her hand slightly, the white mist floating on the Nai He Bridge dissipated, she looked at him quietly, and said softly, "You are, such a sad person--- since you are so sad, it is better to forget ---"

Shui Wu'an was stunned, as if something was digging his heart, he didn't dare to breathe in pain, and his eyes could no longer be removed from Meng Po Yiyan.

Grief drowned him deep like a tidal wave, not giving him half a chance to breathe.

The body involuntarily walked towards the Nai He Bridge.

Step by step, the footsteps were very soft, and with each step, the sadness in his heart deepened until it could not be dissolved.

"What's wrong with him?" Ji Xiaohu looked at the water without a shore, turned his head, and looked at Huang Qinglian again.

Huang shook her head lightly, for some reason, she was suddenly so sad, the bracelet where Emperor Qian's Yuan Shen was located exuded a faint light, and the slightest light passed through her body and traveled in her body.

Huang was stunned, and there was an inexplicable pain in his heart, as if in an instant, he saw the face of Emperor Qianji, as if it was in front of him, but it was inexplicably so far away.

He is obviously within reach, but he seems to be separated from her by the end of the world.

How could it be, so distressed, so, sad?

"Yueyue, what's wrong with you?" Ji Xiaohu looked at the sweaty appearance of this phoenix, and shouted with some concern, but it was useless at all.

However, on the bridge, Meng Po smiled skillfully, but the smile behind the fog was so sad---

She quietly looked at the water without a shore, and in the clean eyes of the water without a shore, it was a different scene at this time.

Blood was all over the ground, and his beloved died in front of him, but he had no choice but to watch her leave.

"Shore, my biggest regret in this life is that I can't accompany you to the end---"

"Shore, if there is an afterlife, I want to be with you, look, the flowers bloom and fall---"

"Shore ---"

Blood stained those clean eyes, Shui Wu'an's whole heart was dripping blood, and when he raised his eyes, he had already walked onto the Nai He Bridge and stood in front of Meng Po.

"Have you experienced such sorrow--- Meng Po's voice was as soft as a stream flowing quietly in spring.

"Yes, it hurts." In the eyes of the waterless shore, the previous cleanliness has long disappeared, and there is only the boundless despair and distress.