She is just an ordinary student who can no longer be ordinary, except for studying and working, and her life is peaceful. Hobbies are just like that, counting money and checking balances, not outstanding. Looking horizontally and vertically, she is not the kind of protagonist that Su Xiaonuan counts every day.

Suddenly, one day, she was struck by lightning, and suddenly she entered the circle of abnormal human beings, and became an existence that looked like a human being but was actually a god. Then suddenly there was such a day, she fell into the Six Realms to seek death NO.1 Lethe, died is not dead, but suddenly mixed into the ranks of abnormal human beings, and became a snow-white and snow-white person who looks like a human being is actually a god.

Meng Liangliang felt that there was still a kind of aura on her body, that is, strong nerves.

Lo and behold, after all this stimulation, she hasn't turned into a psychopath.

It's not easy to be a human being, and it's even more difficult to be an abnormal and abnormal person.

Meng Liangliang looked at the mirror and sighed again and again. When she sighed to the eighty-first breath, Jiang's voice came from outside, "Master Meng, the boy in front of the Great Emperor's Palace of Beiyin is here." ”

Jiang's voice was still crisp and sweet, and only she knew the emptiness in her heart at the moment. Although Lord Meng Po is in the village at the moment, although there is no problem with the soup cooked by Lord Meng Po, although she guessed that the Emperor of Beiyin sent the boy to come because Lord Meng Po fell into Lechuan, her heart still can't be stable. I couldn't help but think about what happened if the boy found out, in case Master Meng Po was invited, I couldn't go back for a while......

As a very old skin ghost, a skin ghost who specializes in taking care of Meng Po, Jiang still has some courage and knowledge, but the empty well makes her unable not to be empty.

Fortunately, as a painter, her camouflage skills are still in place, this look, demeanor, tone and speed, don't say that the boy is Meng Liangliang, who knows the inside story, and he didn't feel anything. Meng Liangliang just saw Jiang's sense of formality.

Hearing the name of the Great Emperor of Beiyin again, Meng Liangliang realized that she hadn't inquired about who this was. But from the words that mentioned him, it can be inferred that this is a big guy.

Since he is a big man, he must not neglect his boy. Looking at Jiang's appearance, this boy is eighty percent here for business.

The problem is that the house she is in is a bedroom, and it is not appropriate to entertain guests in the bedroom. The room outside was empty except for a desk and not a single bench. Where should she invite the boy?

At this time, she saw Jiang's understanding, and her voice sounded again, "Chiqing boy, please wait a while, my master Meng Po will come out soon." ”

Another voice sounded in the courtyard, his voice was a little immature but as melodious as gold and jade, "Why did Sister Jiang see her like this today, and suddenly said such a sentence, and even used the word 'please'." ”

Jiang didn't say anything more, just laughed, and asked the boy if he ate candy.

What else can't I understand about this, Jiang's kind words were ostensibly for Chiqing Tongzi, but actually told her to go out.

When Meng Liangliang got up and walked out, he labeled Jiang in his heart: a witty and caring female ghost.

Suddenly thinking of Yong, she hesitated a little about this label. Belch...... Yes, it's a female ghost.

In the courtyard, except for Jiang, who should be a female ghost, he is a white and pure boy, but it is too white as if it has been rubbed with powder, and there is a suspicious layer of blue-black under his eyelids. Shengsheng discounted his cuteness by half.

However, with the aesthetics of the underworld, this should be the benchmark for Gen Yuxue's cuteness or a little tide boy.

Chiqing made an ancient salute to Meng Liangliang, his movements were soothing and good-looking, "Meng Po Shenjun'an, the little one is the envoy boy in front of the palace of the Great Emperor of Beiyin." Just now, the Emperor of Beiyin felt that there was something wrong with Lethe, and sent a small one to verify it. ”

As he spoke, he took out a small tray, on which were placed a needle and a small lamp, "Please also ask the god to give up a few drops of blood." ”

When it comes to blood, Meng Liangliang inevitably thinks of Jiang Yan. I don't know if he will find himself to buy blood.

Pick up the thin silver needle, poke it on your index finger, then move it over the small bowl and apply slight pressure with your thumb and middle finger. Waiting for her blood to fall in what could be worth eight figures.

There were liquid drips on the small white porcelain jar, but there was not a trace of bright red. Meng Liangliang rubbed his eyes and looked at the bottom of the cup carefully, it was not blood but water.

Water with the smell of Lethe.

Meng Liangliang didn't suspect that there was something wrong with her eyes, because Jiang's exclamation triple made her know that it was really water that flowed out of her veins.

"Sure enough. Chiqing's voice sounded, and then he said a long sentence, but Meng Liangliang's mind was now full of thunder, and a thunderbolt rumbled.

As soon as she soaked in the Lethe River, her blood, which was worth more than gold, turned into water! She didn't have a soul destroyed, but she also experienced the feeling of being soul-destroyed. Eight figures, just fly away without looking back, and it will never be possible again. The market value of her body was extinguished in this way, and there was not even a handful of ashes left.

In this state, Meng Liangliang only listened to Chiqing's words. It seems to say that her current state is very similar to the first Meng Po, and the reason for the species is not clear for the time being, but it is not a bad thing for her.

There is only one thing to note. It is said that all the food cooked by the first Meng Po has more or less the effect of soul-sending soup. Therefore, the food she cooks cannot be given away.

With the sadness that the eight-figure flight did not look back, Meng Liangliang sent Chiqing away and cooked a soul-sending soup full of quality in a well. The well is full, and the hearts of the three skin ghosts are also at ease, especially the ginger floats with the wind.

Well, it's still a fragrant wind.

The fragrance did not come from Jiang Zhou's body, but from a box in her hand. At this time, Meng Liangliang was sitting on the stone steps in front of the door, studying whether there was really no blood left in this body. Smelling the nice aroma, she turned her head to look at Jiang, "What's that?"

Jiang opened the box and showed her the contents inside, "The latest lipstick, authentic ancient method, this color is more than any lipstick to Master Meng's complexion." ”

By the way, instead of lamenting the eight-figure figure, it is most practical to solve this white picture.

Meng Liangliang returned to the house and began to study in front of the mirror. Jiang also followed up, looking at Meng Liangliang in the mirror and studying together. It's just that the direction of their research is different.