On the contrary, she spoke up, and she took a sip of her tea indifferently, "It's nothing, but a debt of life. I'm afraid that this life will not be a good death."
Po Meng's heart squatted, and she hurriedly took Yan Xi's hand, repeatedly "Bah Bah Bah", gave her a dissatisfied glance, and said strangely; "Wang Xi girl, this dazzling old body has known you for many years, why are you? So reluctant? Since you are married to Judge Cui, don’t think about it.” She spoke earnestly and preached, “I’m watching Judge Cui treat you all the way. In the future Judge Cui inherits the throne, you are The ghost queen! Above ten thousand people, the entire underworld will bow to you! Don’t say anything that is unlucky, you know?"
She shook Wuxi's hand and urged.
Yan Xi slowly nodded, and there was everything in her clear eyes, but there was no joy.
She said, "I see, mother-in-law."
Po Meng sighed softly, and the left light swept across the white neck of Yan Xi, the bite marks that the collar couldn't hide, she was shocked and swept suspiciously on Yan Xi's small white face. He casually retracted his gaze, and probed her meridians calmly. With this probe, the brain suddenly suddenly came to a great realization.
this is-
She let out a deep sigh, Cui Pan, she still got to this point after all!
What is it? It is only a matter of time, as long as he bears for a while, and wins the heart of beauty with his care and love for the frog.
That day, Meng Po talked a lot with Yanxi, and it was also the occasion. The business died that day, and few ghosts rushed to reincarnate.
Feng Xi knew about Po Meng's past. It turned out that she had a marriage debt with Yue Lao, who is in charge of the marriage in the world.
Speaking of that person, Po Meng's delicate face was full of smiles, and she uttered in her hoarse voice, "Bah, that old immortal!" The eyes were bright as if the stars in the sky, there was no bit of resentment.
At this time, her face was worthy of the little girl's tenderness.
Feng Xi had a rare interest, and then only listened to Meng Po's summary of her past, "It's just a romantic debt. When the marriage is over, the relationship will naturally end. Feng Xi, sometimes, live in the present. Far more comfortable than being immersed in the decadent years of the past!"
The dusk is sinking.
The faint sky gradually lost its last brilliance, and heavy fog rose on both sides of the street, setting off the sorrow and weeping that loomed in the ears around it, and it became more and more obscure, depressed and breathless.
She never thought that Po Meng and Yue Lao had this relationship.
One took the red line, and the other broke emotion.
God's will, even if it is a god, it can be seen that there is no escape.
Cui Pan saw Yan Xi dangling from the direction of Naihe Bridge from a distance, and Subai's slender figure could be seen from the countless ghosts of Chuchuo around him with just one glance.
He called out, "Xi Xi," then smiled and walked forward and took her hand.
Yan Xi gave a faint hum, but for some unknown reason, she didn't break free of his hand.
Cui Pan was overjoyed, his eyes brightened a little, and he asked softly, "Fang Xi, have you gone to see Po Meng?"
Yan Xi raised his eyes and glanced at him. Cui Pan's heart suddenly burst into Cui Pan's heart because of her cold eyes, and she felt that her mind was nowhere to be concealed by her clear eyes.
Mongcang anxiously explained: "Hangxi, listen to me. I didn't follow you, and I didn't send anyone to watch you. I just saw you walking from Naihe Bridge...