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Meng Po is too familiar with the woman in front of her, for thousands of years, she has walked in front of her eyes again and again, drank the soup she contained, and then reincarnated.

Walking back to the Nai He Bridge, Meng Po successively served soup to the reincarnated ghosts, and said slowly: "He is not only your husband in this life, but also your husband thousands of years ago. ”

One sentence shocked Helan on the side.

After serving the soup, Meng Po glared at the ghost in front of her, "Look at what, hurry up and finish drinking it and go to reincarnation." ”

The ghost walked away.

Meng Po continued: "You were together all your life a thousand years ago, and when you die, he does not want to forget you. If you want to see the love of this life again in the next life, you can choose not to drink soup, but you must jump into the Lethe River and wait for thousands of years to be reincarnated, in the middle of a thousand years, he may see the person he loves most in this life walking on the bridge, but the words cannot be communicated, he can see you, but you can't see him. ”

"For a thousand years, he has been with me the longest, and many ghosts can't bear the pain and loneliness and voluntarily disappear, leaving him alone, which shows how strong his willpower is."

Meng Po sighed, "In the millennium, he watched you walk across the Nai He Bridge over and over again, drinking bowls and bowls of Meng Po soup, and he hoped that you could not drink it, maybe he could think of him, but he was afraid that you would not be able to forget the suffering of thousands of years in the river and the loneliness of waiting, and finally survived the millennium, and when the time came, he rushed to reincarnate to find you, and the time of his reincarnation seemed to be different from your hour." ”

Speaking of this, Meng Po smiled, "But Lechuan River has such magic, as long as he survives the suffering of a thousand years, it can let the reincarnated person see the person he loves the most, speaking of which, you should not be in the same world as him, and it stands to reason that the lover of your life is not him." ”

Suddenly, He Lan thought of Xiaobei, maybe her lover in this life should be Xiaobei's, and then Lonely Yao survived a thousand years to be reincarnated, and she mistakenly admitted her mistake.

She thought it was a mistake, but it was actually logical.

"I estimate that he still plans to wait for a thousand years, and then reincarnate to find you, and exchange a thousand years of suffering for a lifetime with you." Meng Po smiled and shook her head.

"I remember every time you walked across the bridge, he would cry, and he said to me, you must have suffered, because there was no time when you walked across the bridge with a smile, and he wanted to go out of the Lethe River to hug you, but you couldn't see him."

He Lan couldn't cry anymore, she really didn't know this, she looked back at the Lechuan River, the man was suffering from the erosion of the river inside, the pain went deep into the bone marrow, but he seemed to enjoy it very much, and he was willing to bear it.

"Come, drink this bowl of soup, you should go." Meng Po personally served her a bowl of soup.

Helan didn't answer.

Meng Po smiled: "Don't worry, your husband used to ask me with one of his eyes to change a can of sugar, just to put some for you every time you drink soup." ”

"One eye?" Helan's heart was surging.

Meng Po nodded, "In the underworld, everyone has nothing, and the only thing that can be exchanged is their own body. He once said that his limbs should be kept, and he should be kept to take care of you and protect you, so he gave me an eye, and he said that he would keep the rest of the one to find you. ”

As she spoke, Meng Po took out the jar of sugar from under the cabinet, and the pattern on it was very ancient, and He Lan couldn't understand it.

She only felt that at this moment, her mouth was so bitter, and her heart was so bitter.

Millennium......

Meng Po pushed the soup to her, "Drink it, don't let him wait in vain." ”

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