Spiritualist sweet wife

Warmth doesn't know where she's going. She only knows that Ziteng's time is running out. The time dimensions of the world and hell are different. Maybe Ziteng is no longer in the world in just a few hours!

But as she ran, the pace under her feet gradually slowed down, because she didn't know where she had come!

Even in her mind and deep memory, she retained some of Meng Po's impression of the underworld, but here, she had no memory at all!

All around, there was thick and unbreakable black smoke. Looking around, she seemed to be in an endless forest. But those trees have no life, just like the withered arms of the old man at dusk, stretching and supporting!

Warm standing between these lifeless trees, looking around, gradually calming down, I found a problem——

She seems to be lost!

Biting his lips warmly, he looked at the same scenery around him, but his heart couldn't help sinking!

As everyone knows, she will enter here because someone did it deliberately!

She has the soul and memory of Meng Po. How could she get lost in the underground?

Just, I can't think of this now!

She gasped and tried to keep herself calm, but the black fog slowly flowing in the air seemed to have vitality at this time. Along with her breath, she gradually entered her body and quickly spread to all parts and bones.

Soon, warm felt a little weak in her limbs. Later, she didn't even know whether she was dreaming or awake

"Meng Po! Meng Po!"

Suddenly, a woman's slightly cool voice sounded in her ear. It was warm and relaxed. The things in front of her began to focus, and she found that Hei impermanence was frowning and looking at her with a very strange look:

"Hey! Cloth soup!"

Cloth soup?

The warm heart was slightly chilly, vaguely feeling that there was something strange, but I felt that this seemed to be what I should do!

Because at this moment, she was carrying a black soup pot with swirling lines on it.

With a warm heart, he looked at the ghost standing in front of him, holding the bowl with both hands, waiting for her cloth soup. He sighed heavily, and there was a light in his black eyes!

Her hands were raised slightly, and the muddy white Mengpo soup poured into the bowl, but her voice was like the echo of an empty valley, faint:

"But this life is carefree..."

After sending away these reincarnated ghosts, Meng put down the soup pot in her hand, inexplicably feeling a little upset.

She has done this work for thousands of years, day after day, year after year, every day, doing the same thing. She is numb tomorrow morning, but she doesn't know why or when she started. She even began to feel tired!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help sighing heavily. When she turned around, she found that the black impermanence who had just escorted the ghost to reincarnation didn't leave, but stared at her with a pair of slightly cool eyes!

She smiled. It can't blame black impermanence. She has always been like this, to everyone!

"Meng Po! What's the matter with you today? Why are you absent-minded?"

She and her brother and sister, black and white impermanence, have known each other for thousands of years. Even if they are not familiar with each other and rarely talk, they gradually begin to know each other after these long years.

She smiled. Black impermanence saw it clearly. There was a trace of desolation in her smile.

"Nothing!"

She can't say she's tired. She's Meng Po, a Yin official in heaven. How can she be tired?

She can't say tired!

Although this work still doesn't know how long to continue and repeat, everyone can be tired, but she can't!

Black impermanence looked at her, didn't say anything more, but turned the conversation:

"Let's go! It's time to see adults!"

adult?

oh yes! She was slightly awe inspiring. It seemed that every day, after she sent off the last batch of reincarnated ghosts, she had to meet the highest ruler in the world

They all call him an adult. People in the sun call him king Yama and King Qin Guang, but she is different!

She called him Yan devil!

She and black impermanence passed through the three roads and came to the hall where Yan devil was located.

He is really a ruler of the dark night. He is always so high and arrogant. As long as he sits there, it seems that even a hair will send out an atmosphere that people can't get close to.

His face is tough, deep and narrow Phoenix eyes, sword eyebrows flying into temples, high bridge of nose, beautiful and sexy thin lips!

Yes, it is said that a man with thin lips is the most ruthless. He is the master of the underworld. How can he have love?

Yan devil sat on the black throne and quietly listened to the report of black impermanence. After everything was reported, he moved his peach eyes that seemed to be enchanting and soul-stirring, and looked coldly in the direction where she was.

"Can you tell me something today?"

Hearing Yan devil's voice, her mind couldn't help but be a little chilly.

Yan devil's voice was the same as his face. It was cold and magnetic. He knew it was poisonous, but it still seemed to have fatal bewitching power. People couldn't help but be fascinated!

With a little calmness, she lowered her eyes and slowly opened her mouth:

"If you return to adults, no!"

Listen to her, Yan Mo seems unhappy! But he just narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't say much!

However, at this moment, the voice of black impermanence without emotion sounded in my ears:

"I'll tell you, madam Meng is always absent-minded in recent days!"

She smiled!

Of course she knows that even if she doesn't speak, black impermanence will speak!

That female ghost... That's what she is! I can't hide things in my heart, especially for Yan devil!

"Yes!"

Yan devil spilled a low voice from his throat, but didn't look at her anymore. He just said to black Impermanence:

"You go down first!"

"Yes, my Lord!"

Black impermanence got up and left without any shame on her face. She stood where she was, but she just felt funny in her heart!

Finally, in such a big hall, it was quiet. There was no sound at all. It was quiet and terrible!

She knew that Yan devil was going to teach her a lesson!

He does it every time!

Sure enough, as she guessed, Yan devil looked at her with cold and evil eyes and whispered:

"Dream, come here!"

Tone, clear, irrefutable!

By the way, that's what he calls her when no outsiders are around! He said her face, called Meng Po, was not suitable!

She just smiled silently!

That's the title given to her by heaven. Her original name has long been forgotten!