Ah Liu was swaying blindly by the bridge, she frowned, looking at the figures on the bridge.

She glanced at Meng Po and remembered the flower seeds that Meng Po gave her a few days ago, and she lifted her steps to see the flowers she planted.

The flowers she planted herself have sprouted, and they are very beautiful and tender.

She squatted down and touched the flowers and leaves on the other side, as if the leaves had spirituality, and countless hallucinations appeared in her mind, and they all passed away with a snap.

She came back to her senses, gasping for breath, and looked at the rows of flowers and leaves planted on the other side.

It's so strange, as if something is calling her?

She reached out and touched the flowers and leaves on the other side again, but she didn't feel the same feeling as before.

Ah Liu was puzzled, and got up to find Meng Po, wanting to ask her what the reason was.

The seeds of this flower were given to her by Meng Po, and she quietly planted them here without Yin Yu's knowledge.

Meng Po said that this flower will be dazzling when it blooms, and it can also evoke some memories of the deceased, thinking of the memories of her life, she also wants to know her own memories of life.

But when will this flower bloom?

She looked helpless, and then looked at the flowers on the other side that were already lush with green leaves, looked at the green leaves, forget it, and then went to Meng Po to inquire about the news.

Meng Po was dressed in black and was boiling soup.

Ah Liu walked over and leaned in front of her, "Mother-in-law, how long will it take for the other side flower you gave me to bloom?"

Meng Po handed the soup in her hand to a man, and when the man drank it and walked towards the Nai He Bridge, she raised her eyelids and glanced at Ah Liu.

Her hand holding the soup spoon trembled slightly, and she looked at the dress on Ah Liu's body in a daze.

Ah Liu wore a purple light smoke gauze skirt today, with a little doubt on her small face, her hands crossed her waist, her waist was slender, and the light smoke gauze skirt was embroidered with purple threads of different shades to make lifelike birds.

"What's wrong? Mother-in-law?"

Ah Liu's nimble eyes turned, his hands on his hips, and he looked at Meng Po.

Meng Po shook her head, "It's okay." ”

"How can you be fine? I think you look like you're in trouble. ”

"What's the matter, tell me quickly. ”

Alou leaned on her side, unrelenting.

Meng Po shook her head and stopped looking at her.

Opened his mouth to drive her away, "Let's go play somewhere else, I'm busy." ”

Her face was cold, not like the heat just now, and her big eyes were very cold.

Ah Liu didn't want to pester her anymore when he saw her like this, "Go to other places, go to other places." ”

She pouted, a little annoyed.

Meng Po saw her go and kept staring at her back.

The woman is very beautiful in a purple Luo skirt, her flexible figure is very light, and her black hair hangs down behind her, gently rippling with her steps, and the skirt is fluttering......

Meng Po's eyes suddenly became hazy, she seemed to see herself many years ago, when she was also wearing a purple Luo skirt.

In the misty god realm, the goddesses are all dressed in purple, the gods are all dressed in white, and a woman with her hair hanging down behind her, her skin is white and snowy, and her eyes are like a pool of clear water, "Meng Ling~"

A call came, and the man who spoke up stepped on the white mist to meet him.

Meng Po came back to her senses, threw away the soup spoon in her hand, and reached out to hold her heart, her face covered by the black veil had become painful.

She looked up, holding back tears.

However, on the bridge, there were many figures, she held back her glance, and tears fell.

It's hard to think about it, the realm of flowers and water and moon is just as sad as the god realm and the underworld.

If there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife......

There is no afterlife.

She packed up her things, glanced at the ghost on the side, and said, "Let's do this today, I'm not feeling well and have to go back to rest." ”

The ghost was surprised, "This, this will delay them from going to reincarnation, if the king of Hades blames it......"

"Won't you give them bowls of soup to drink? ”

Meng Po glared at him and left by herself.

She has her own courtyard, and there are two plain wood rooms in the courtyard, beautifully manicured, glazed tiles, mahogany doors, a bit like the style of the divine realm.

Meng Po's name is Meng Ling, and she used to be a goddess of the divine realm.

Back in the room, she took out a long sword, the hilt of the sword was silver-white, with complex patterns on it, she stood with her sword raised, practicing her sword in the cool breeze, her eyes were flowing with Ling Li's fierceness, and it was not easy to mess with everywhere.

The long sword is like a mang, the air runs through the rainbow, and the silver light all over her body brings up her black clothes.

The past is full of tears, and Hongchen is in love with tears.

The emotions are all given to the long sword, and he wanders several times, dreaming back to the past.

Her eyes are wet and cold, and the purpose of her life is only to take revenge.

The sky in the underworld was overcast and foggy, and a peach tree was planted in the courtyard, and a woman was woken up on it, just in time to see the woman in black practicing her sword.

"Who?"

A black sword wind attacked, and Dongchen quickly avoided it.

The sword wind pursued, Dongchen blocked the past according to the spell, broke the sword wind, she stood under the tree in the wind, three thousand green silk fell, not charming, not demonic, cold beauty.

Looking at her, there seems to be a sense of stability.

Meng Ling withdrew his long sword and saw her clearly.

Light smoke yarn, plain blue, embroidered with jade white flowers, water sleeves swaying, with wisps of light fragrance coming, this dress ......

"Where did you get this dress?"

Meng Ling knew the dress she was wearing.

Dongchen Yi frowned and glanced at the woman dressed in black with a black veil covering her face.

"Why do you ask?"

Meng Ling looked at her and recognized her as the goddess who came to the underworld a few days ago to regenerate the ghost.

"This dress belongs to my old friend, why is it worn on you? Meng Ling opened his mouth and looked at her strangely.

"What's your name?"

Dongchen wondered in her heart, her old friend's dress?

Dong Chenyi lowered her head and glanced at this dress, she also wondered in her heart, whose clothes is this? But since it is placed in that place, how can it also be a thing of the Dong family's blood.

She looked up, "My name is Dong Chenyi, the daughter of the Dong clan of the Protoss. ”

"Dong Girl?"

Meng Ling was surprised in her heart, and looked at her a few more times, but her heart was clear.

"I didn't expect to see the women of the Dong clan in the underworld. ”

She smiled, her eyes bright and shining, and she was very happy.

Dong Chenyi clearly felt her change, "Do you know the Dong clan?"

As far as she knew, in these years, except for the Hades King, the underworld could freely enter and leave the god realm, and the rest of the ghosts and ghosts could not enter and leave the god realm at will, except for the Great War.

But the years of war did not require a single soldier from the underworld, and speaking of which, the underworld has some mavericks.

If the Hades King didn't gossip, few of his ghosts would know about the things in the God Realm, and they would know that there were very few Dong clans now.

"Are you the daughter of Dong Shin and Yuan Ji?"

Meng Ling looked at her and spoke.

"No wonder you were born so beautiful, the first time I looked at you from afar, I was surprised in my heart, when did the god world have such a beautiful goddess?"

She smiled, looked Dong Chenyi up and down, approached her, and looked left and right, "This dress is suitable for you, it looks good." ”

"Do you know my father?"

Dong Chenyi spoke.

"Recognize. ”

Meng Ling smiled, Dongchen couldn't see the face under her veil clearly, he could only see her eyes smiling, curved like a crescent moon.