Meng Po stretched out a jade hand and gently stroked his delicate face, the cold temperature of her fingers was like coming from a thousand-year-old female corpse.

She said softly, "The seven sufferings in the world, birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love and parting, and can't ask for it." And love parting is the most hurtful, those memories, instead of making you so painful, it is better to forget, let everything be reduced to dust---"

Shui Wu'an looked at her quietly, and the blood-stained picture of the past walked through his heart over and over again, making him want to dig out the heart that hurt to the extreme.

"Everything, forget it, it won't hurt---" Meng Po looked at him lightly, a jade bowl appeared in his hand, and the yellow Meng Po soup exuded a faint light.

Shui Wu'an took Meng Po soup in a daze, and was about to hand it to his lips.

"Skeleton ---" At this time, the ghost wolf on Ji Xiaohu's body suddenly roared lowly.

Shui Wu'an and Huang were stunned, and the intense sadness dissipated instantly, just like a nightmare that couldn't wake up!

"Bang ---" Meng Po soup in Shui Wuan's hand suddenly fell on the Naihe Bridge and was shattered!

Meng Po's eyebrows frowned slightly, but her eyes were looking towards the Netherworld Phantom Wolf.

"Skeleton ---" the Phantom Wolf stared at her tightly, a skeletal sound coming out of his throat.

"Illusion Department--- Meng Po's eyes were slightly cold, she didn't expect that the skeletal dog with the size of a palm could actually break her illusion.

She couldn't tell what kind of beast the Phantom Wolf was, it was the skeletal dog with a big palm, but with a low roar, it broke her illusion, and this time, Meng Po didn't dare to underestimate it.

The water on the Nai River Bridge came back to his senses and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The blood-stained memory, sealed for a hundred years, is like a bloody scar today, which was ruthlessly opened by Meng Po.

In this world, he can forget everyone, but that person, no!

If he drank the bowl of Meng Po soup just now, he would have forgotten that person completely, which would make him miserable compared to killing him!

The next moment, those clean eyes were filled with a dangerous murderous aura!

He stood on the Naihe Bridge, his cold and dangerous eyes fell on Meng Po, and his voice was instantly cold without half a minute of temperature, "What qualifications do you have to let me forget her?"

Meng Po was stunned, and a pair of water-cut autumn eyes rippled with intense sadness, and she asked rhetorically, "Is it really good to keep such bloody memories?" I'm just trying to help you get rid of your grief. ”

"Hmph." Shui Wu'an snorted coldly, "Whether it's sad or happy, it all belongs to me, and you are not qualified to take away ---"

"Huh, huh?" On the Nai River Bridge, the white mist slowly gathered, Meng Po sneered, "On my Nai River Bridge, whether you want it or not, you have to drink this bowl of Meng Po soup, since you don't want to forget, you will forever sink in your sad memories!"

On the Naihe Bridge, the enchanting Meng Po's dress fluttered, but there were a few holes in her cold eyes.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, the white mist instantly surrounded the waterless shore.

Under the Naihe Bridge, Huang lightly pulled a pair of dark red eyes and narrowed slightly, the sadness that flashed in her heart just now was so intense, was that the sadness created by Meng Po using her thoughts about Emperor Qianji?

To control each other with endless sorrow and lure them to drink Meng Po soup, is this the purpose of Meng Po?

Huang Qingwan glanced at Ji Xiaohu again, and the little fox stared at a pair of big watery eyes, which didn't seem to be affected by anything.

Huang Qingwan was slightly shocked in her heart, but it turned out that she was the only one who was affected by Shui Wuan?

She is because she misses the emperor and kills her, and the water has no shore, because of her deceased lover---