The north wind was blowing, and a dry and dead leaf floated down from the branches, drifting over the wooden plaque of the Chicken Soup for the Soul, drifting through the closed door, falling to the ground and sliding by the wind, rubbing a subtle sound. Soon it was blown away by another gust of wind and disappeared.

At this moment, the chef of the chicken soup shop is sitting by the window, holding half a glass of cold beer in his hand, and his eyes are looking out the window at the street, not knowing what to think.

Compared with the fireworks on the first floor, the scene on the second floor is fantastic and beautiful, not like the world. The three clouds are like flowing water waves, slowly surrounding Meng Liangliang's body, and a little dust and light dance like fireflies, reflecting everything in the room with a faint ethereal.

Meng Liangliang, who was in the center of that wonderful beauty, was holding a fruit knife and was gesturing at his chest.

The three-inch cloud, which is a cloudy day, can be harvested ready-made, and the three-inch clear cloud and the three-inch glow cloud, using the powerful weather forecast and the geographical knowledge that she has not forgotten, flew to two places and collected them in the shortest time. Now, only a drop of Lethe River water in Meng Po's heart is missing.

This kind of thing is easier said than done.

Meng Liangliang gestured a good position, calculated the strength, and suddenly looked at the tip of the knife that was not very sharp, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was not sharp.

If a blunt knife pokes the flesh, it is obviously unlikely that the poke will succeed. No matter how many times you poke it, the pain is certain. It's okay if you can't poke it, but if you get stuck halfway through, you can't go up or down, and you can't go inside or outside, so don't you pull it out and poke it again. If you poke it again, it's still stuck in the middle of it......

Just thinking about it, Meng Liangliang couldn't help but shudder.

Jiang Zai watched Yan for a long time, and when he saw her frowning, he immediately went downstairs. After a while, he came up with a boning knife and said with a thoughtful face: "You use this." ”

Meng Liangliang glanced at it and found that what Jiang was holding in his hand was the kitchen knife that Hu Jiu usually used to kill chickens and fish in his life.

Sharp is sharp enough, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is blowing hair and breaking hair, and this knife was not bought by her, but the private property of Hu Jiusheng. Strictly speaking, this knife also has a history, to say the least, it is also an antique level.

There is a history, it is also a knife for killing chickens and fish. It's used to poke one's heart, and it doesn't feel right no matter how you think about it.

Jiang looked at her expression and explained: "This blade is called Dragon Sparrow, it is rumored to be made of dragon bone and phoenix blood, when the knife was formed, the sun and moon were dark, and the stars were dim, attracting countless fairies and demons to compete for. Legend has it that this blade can kill immortals and demons in hand, sweep Liuhe, and swallow the eight wildernesses. Later, for some reason, it suddenly disappeared. I only recognized it a few days ago. ”

What Jiang wants to express is: This knife has a lot of status, and it is worthy of completing such a lofty action as poking Meng Po's heart.

After Meng Liangliang heard this, what he thought was: Such a treasure with identity was actually used to kill chickens and fish. Fox Jiusheng is really not an ordinary loser.

After two sighs. Meng Liangliang took a look at the boning knife with identity, origin and name...... No, the Dragon Sparrow Blade, and look at the fruit knife in his hand that is worth two and a half. After her gaze jumped sideways several times, she opened her mouth, "Jiang Jiang, you better help me get a whetstone." ”

Grinding, whetstone?!

A few minutes later.

Jiang watched Meng Liangliang squatting on the ground, grinding the fruit knife worth two and a half with a whetstone worth ten yuan, and his movements were extremely smooth and skillful. She couldn't help but be in a trance.

It's not what I imagined.

It can cleanse the red dust and reverse the magic of time.

In the distant past, when I didn't know the time, it is unknown what the scene was when the first Meng Po performed this technique. But now, when the current Meng Po performs the same magic spell, the scene is ...... Well, there's something weird about it.

In fact, the process of casting the magic was not the same as Meng Liangliang imagined. She really underestimated the pain caused by the act of poking her heart. The tip of the knife did not seem to be piercing flesh, but the deepest part of the soul. The pain penetrates into the bone and marrow, and the pain is so painful that I am confused. It was barely done with the support of instinct.

With the casting of the spell, divine power flowed from his fingertips, and the white light was dazzling. Jiang's eyes widened and he couldn't see everything in front of him clearly.

Outside the chicken soup shop, there was nothing unusual to see. If an immortal cultivator passes by at this moment, he will probably find that there is a strong barrier shrouded outside the chicken soup shop, which is impermeable to the wind and cannot be splashed by water. Gradually, the barrier began to dissipate. Before the barrier cracked and disappeared, another layer of the barrier quickly knotted up, continuing to wrap around the chicken soup shop. It's just that this new enchantment exudes a powerful demonic aura, which is very different from the previous one.

On the second floor. The white light faded inch by inch, and Su Xiaonuan's body was also changing inch by inch. When the white light disappeared completely, Meng Liangliang quickly checked Su Xiaonuan's spine, and after confirming that it was intact, he quickly stuffed her soul back.

At this point, Meng Liangliang dared to lose his physical strength and fell down.

A splash of snow slid down from his sideburns and snaked down to the ground. Meng Liangliang was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to react, this is her hair. She reached out to her eyes, and sure enough, the color of her skin was white enough to glow.

The intimate little secretary Jiang gave an explanation in a timely manner, and did not forget to tactfully pat the ass, "Lord Meng Po is the lord of Lethe, born different from ordinary gods, and what he just performed is a method against the sky, and the spell left by the old man of the moon can't withstand the impact of the divine power when casting the spell, and it is normal for it to be broken." ”

Meng Liangliang......

I don't think I'm happy to be patted this time. The meridians in the body are unprecedentedly transparent and clean, and there is no trace of divine power left.

After half a year of hard work, he returned to the pre-liberation period.

She sighed, got up and carefully checked Su Xiaonuan's condition. Jiang assisted by the side, "Sure enough, it was done." There have been many people who have tried to perform this spell in the past generations, and only you, my lord, have succeeded in restoring the miracle of the first Meng Po. ”

A sneer floated down the stairs.

Hu Jiusheng didn't know when he went upstairs, leaning on the pillar wall with his shoulders crossed.

At this point there was a sneer, and it was obvious what was laughing. Jiang was about to open his mouth to laugh back, but he saw that Hu Jiusheng stretched out his hand, his slender fingers hooked slightly, and countless thin rays of light condensed out of thin air, gradually gathering into a ring around his fingers.

He shook his hand, and the ring-shaped object fell lightly into Meng Liangliang's arms. "For the time being. The little trick is not as good as the original illusion, you still have to find a way to solve it yourself as soon as possible. ”

The thing entered his hand, and when the light dissipated, Meng Liangliang saw that it was a bracelet-like thing. Jiang could see at a glance that the material of the weaving was fox fur.

The bracelet was hung on his wrist, and Meng Liangliang's appearance returned to the state that a normal human should be. She thanked her and said nothing. The boss didn't say anything, and Jiang, as a caring little secretary, naturally didn't say anything more. The atmosphere fell silent.

After a long time, Hu Jiusheng suddenly said in a loud voice: "Is it worth it?"

The question was endless, but Meng Liangliang understood.

"How do you ask me to answer you. After a pause, Meng Liangliang asked rhetorically, "All your cultivation, nine tails, and even one life, are you worth it?"

"We're different. I am a demon and you are a god. When he said this, Hu Jiusheng also paused, and after a while, he said: "God, there should be no favoritism. ”

He said this in a very unusual tone. There is no casual mockery when the difference between gods and demons is consistently mentioned, and there is no helplessness and unwillingness. I can't say what kind of emotion it is, but there is a hint of despair, and it seems to be just an illusion.

After Hu Jiusheng said this, he turned around and went downstairs.

The barrier was removed, and the cold wind hit the window sash again, and the coolness squeezed in through the cracks. Meng Liangliang looked at the place where the coolness came from, and found that there were snow flakes floating outside the window.