The Powerful Wife: The Nation’s Strongest Goddess

Chapter 239
"Well, don't worry, don't worry, but master, you know what my wife is doing... Forget it, I'd better not ask, otherwise if I accidentally fell into someone's hands that day, I would be confused and spit out Master's way, it will suffer." Wudu spread his hands.

"You still have a little self-knowledge." Feng Tianxun couldn't help but hook his lips.

Sijiao also kicked Wudu with a smile beside him: "I told you not to cultivate well. You haven't done anything yet, but you are thinking that you will fall into the hands of the enemy in the future. You are really promising."

Five poisons are dissatisfied: "I call it cautious."

"Careful? Do you know how to write the word cautious?" Sijiao gave Wu Du a blank look, then suddenly stood up and looked at Wu Du: "By the way, I haven't had time to ask you yet, you and my wife are fighting each other." At that time, what on earth was that bowl of soup that Master’s Wife was able to force back the god you invited back, it really surprised me.”

Hearing this, Feng Tianxun also raised his head to look at Wudu. At that time, the unmanned camera was too far away, and he could only see the outline, but he couldn't see the specific content clearly. He had only guessed about Yunmo's bowl of soup. What exactly is the person involved in the Five Poisons?

Hearing Sijiao mention this, Wudu was completely taken aback.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his hands drooping on his knees, Wudu let out a long breath, and then sighed deeply, with a tangled and speechless expression.

Seeing this, Sijiao kicked him: "You really said it."

"Sigh." Wu Du sighed heavily again: "If someone else asks this, I will definitely not say it. It is the master who asked you, so I have no choice but to apologize to my wife and tell her what the bowl of soup is."

Speaking of this, Wu Du took a deep breath, then jumped up from the ground, waved his fists and smashed towards the void, his handsome face was almost deformed in anger, and roared loudly: "Meng Potang, my wife is stuffing me! A bowl of mengpo soup, oh my god, she actually got a bowl of mengpo soup from the underworld, poured the gods I invited, and forgot why he came down, turned around and left, I'm so, I'm so, so fuck He..."

As if he finally had someone to vent his anger that had been pent up all day, Wu Du cursed at the air in front of him.

So bullshit, so bullshit.

A bowl of Mengpo soup solved the prayer he had worked so hard for over twenty years, and he was so mad, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Four Corners: "..."

Dazed for a moment, Sijiao stood up abruptly and grabbed the five poisons who were cursing in disbelief: "Mengpo soup? Impossible, it's something from the underworld, how can my wife get it? Did you hear it wrong?"

"I heard it wrong. My wife told me twice, and she threatened me, saying that if I dare to ask God in front of her, please ask her to pour Mengpo soup once, please pour it several times, and see if I can please How many times." Wudu said with a distorted expression, "Can I still hear it wrong, can I still hear it wrong, do you need me to ask my wife to repeat it for you a few times in person?"

Facing the roar of the five poisons, the four corners were a little dazed, and turned their heads to look at Feng Tianxun in astonishment: "Master, Meng Potang, is it really possible?"

Feng Tianxun pressed down the document in his hand, leaned back on the sofa, a trace of thought flashed between his brows: "I also suspected that her bowl was Mengpo soup, but I didn't expect it to be."

"Damn it, really." Sijiao, who had always been an elite and elegant person, couldn't help but swear, and it turned out to be Meng Po Tang.

"How could she get Mengpo soup? Master, even you can't get that stuff easily." Sijiao looked at Feng Tianxun.

Feng Tianxun didn't speak, but his expression made it very clear.

Even if he wants to get Meng Po Tang, he still needs to go through a lot of negotiations with the Foreign Exchange Office of the Underworld. The Underworld believes that he can use it and will not cause any harm to the Underworld before giving it to him. Yunmo...

Feng Tianxun thought that in the live broadcast, Yun Mo got it in just a moment, and couldn't help showing a little surprise on his expression.

Reaching out and tapping the table, Feng Tianxun said to Wu Du: "What did she do and what did she say?"

Wudu scratched his head and tried his best to recall: "At that time, I invited Wei Tuo's upper body, more than half of my mind was influenced by him, and I don't have many memories. I just remember that the teacher was hiding from me at first, and then she seemed to recruit something, and then that The bowl of soup suddenly came out and fell into the hands of the teacher."

Sijiao frowned: "It's more general if you said it than if you didn't say it."

What they saw from the live broadcast was more than what the five poisonous party had seen.

Wudu slapped his face: "You know that I won't retain too many memories of the time when I asked the Queen of God. I can remember a little bit, but I was shocked because my wife suddenly jumped in front of me. Barely remembering... yes, yes, I remembered, my wife offered a reward at that time."

"A reward?" Feng Tianxun's eyes flashed sharply.

"Yes, offering a reward. She seems to have taken out something and asked someone to get her Mengpo soup. I really can't remember the rest."

Sijiao stretched out his hands and touched his chin and thought: "A reward? Only ghosts who can freely enter the underworld, or are they unusual ghosts? Is there something that can attract them and let them go down to find Mengpo soup for her? I remember that there was no ghost in the picture at that time. I saw what my wife took out, but I didn't detect anything like a ghost.

Moreover, Mengpo soup is not something that any ghost can easily get. It has a quota, and it has to be instructed by the reincarnated Yama. Can he approve? "

It's okay not to talk, but the more I talk about the four corners, the more I feel a little chill on my back.

Who the hell is their mistress?

Why can you easily deal with the high-level officials of the underworld?

What does she have to do with the underworld?
Who the hell is she?

Sijiao was taken aback by his own thinking, and Wudu was also frightened by Sijiao's pondering. Both of them turned their heads to look at Feng Tianxun who was thinking slightly.

Feng Tianxun tapped the armrest of the sofa unconsciously with his fingertips. Some of the analysis of the four corners were correct, but some were not. Even powerful ghosts can’t get Mengpo Tang, and those who can pass through the two worlds and appear on such occasions can only It could be an official of the underworld, but Yunmo actually offered a reward to the official of the underworld, and the official accepted it. It seems that the reward must have a great effect on the ghosts of the underworld, otherwise the official would not take the risk of violating the regulations. .

So what is on Yunmo that is useful to the ghosts in the underworld?

Feng Tianxun frowned suddenly, only this.

Yun Mo's blood.

her own blood.

Feng Tianxun's face darkened slightly, and Yun Mo used her blood again.

The essence blood in the human body is different from ordinary blood that can generate itself, there are many of them, is she using it as pig blood, do you know how to cherish yourself?

(End of this chapter)