The ghost messenger, who was recording all the affairs of the underworld, silently wrote in this book: If a savage and cunning ghost refuses to drink this soup, Meng Po ordered the gods to pierce his throat with a copper pipe and pour it in.
He rubbed his hands together, and was very satisfied with his way of adding oil and vinegar. He laughed savagely, thinking about how to spread it to the mortal world to warn people. It's just that he didn't notice that Meng Eqi stood up slowly behind him, her figure suddenly became tall, her face was gloomy, her eyes flashed with murderous intent, and her fists creaked by her side.
Half a moment later, the horrified scream of this ghost piercing Jiuxiao suddenly sounded beside the Naihe Bridge.
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Go to Jiuzhong, in the Old Yue mansion.
"Damn it! Damn it! It's really nasty!" Yue Lao passed out thirty or two times in anger after listening to the underworld. After waking up, he wandered around the room, his gray beard almost turned upside down in anger. The Tong beside him kept following his heart and lungs for him, for fear that he would faint again.
Yue Lao couldn't swallow the anger in his heart, "Meng Po really deceived me too much! Even my people don't give any face, and she even poured so much Meng Po soup into it! It's killing me!"
Tong was frightened and handed Xianlu over. Madam Meng's violence was well-known in the Three Realms, and now he was fortunate that it was not him who had been trained in the lower realm.
Yue Lao killed Xianlu in one gulp, with revenge in his eyes: "Okay, her Meng Po soup is prescribed by the above, so my red line of marriage is not a joke! I can't escape the handwriting of the old man! Since she is so ruthless, don't blame the old man for being unrighteous!"
As he continued, he also laughed out loud, and his back frantically found the one of Meng Qiqi among the piles of red threads, then he thought about it, and finally picked up another red thread and tied it together, his wrinkled old face, Showing a very treacherous smile.
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Meng Qiqi came to the court as usual today, she was bored listening to Sheng Jiayan, the King of Hell in the hall, in a low voice, arranging the underworld officials to perform their duties. When Meng Qiqi licked his buttocks and nostrils three times, the King of Hell finally decided to retreat.
Just as she was about to smear oil on the soles of her feet and slip away, she heard the demonic voice of the King of Hell behind her, "Amen, you stay."
Meng Qiqi couldn't, so she touched her nose and turned to walk towards the King of Hell. King of Hell Sheng Jiayan wears a black gauze high hat on his head, wears a black round-neck Luo robe, a golden belt around his waist, and steps on soap boots. look at her.
"Then what, Your Majesty, if you're okay, I'll go back first, I can't be without me in my stall. After a while, I will come to change shifts. You know he always has bad eyesight. , that would be a mess!" Every time Sheng Jiayan kept her, there was basically nothing good, and this time was no exception, Meng Qiqi wanted to get away with a lame excuse.
Sheng Jiayan raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out two slender fingers to pick up a memorial, and asked the judge on the side, "Is this the first time someone has complained against Madam Meng?"
The judge shook his face with his beard and turned over the thick account in his hand, "Go back to your majesty, the six hundred and seventy-seventh time!"
Meng Qiqi angrily said to the judge, "You are a fool! It's clearly the six hundred and seventy-sixth time!"