Yang Xuanlie walked over to Mother Meng's booth and glanced at everyone. The judge at the top of the line had a straight face, and the ghosts behind him were all watching. Yang Xuanlie frowned slightly, why did he feel that this group of underworld officials was weird this time
After thinking about it, the God of War did not hesitate, took the Mengpo soup and drank it, and then jumped directly down the Wangchuan River without looking back.
This time, it was He Xiangu, one of the Eight Immortals of the Court, who came to see the God of War off. After she was instructed to watch the God of War enter the reincarnation, she shook her wide-brimmed lotus leaf and came to Duke Chenghuang.
Chenghuang Gong had some personal relationships with her, and the two of them whispered.
"Is yours real?" Cheng Huang asked with wide eyes after hearing He Xiangu whispering in his ear.
He Xiangu looked left and right, and her delicate face showed a look of disdain: "How can I lie to you? I heard it with my own ears. Si Mingxingjun was held hostage by Taibai and Yuelao, day and night. In the Nandou Palace, I wrote the fate of Mother Meng. The bitterness and bitterness in the world were all written into the fate of Mother Meng. Tsk tsk—" He Xiangu shook her head with emotion: "Yue Lao is in the heart, Mother Meng. It's going to be a bit of a pain now."
Duke Chenghuang slapped his thigh: "That's not bad! This, this, isn't this a public revenge? The emperor also allows it?"
He Xiangu hurriedly pulled his sleeve: "You can be quiet." Then she squeezed the hand of Duke Chenghuang's sleeve inch by inch: "What can't be allowed? The emperor's beloved daughter has become mad, and it must be left to Yue Lao and the others."
Chenghuang Gong was a little anxious, and broke free from He Xiangu's hand: "But our majesty also went to the mortal world, and his fate was also avenged by Yue Lao!?"
He Xiangu was a little unhappy, and she was about to leave: "If you want to know, you can ask yourself!"
The City God hurriedly stepped forward to hold He Xiangu, and called out to her in a good voice: "Hui Niang!" He conjured a flower of the other side from nowhere, and sent it to He Xiangu as if to please him: "I'm not here for you. Are our Majesty in a hurry, Madam Meng is going to survive three tribulations and three lives, and our Majesty will also follow. The two of them must be tied together. If Madam Meng's life is not good, how can your Majesty's be any better!? "
He Xiangu happily took the other side flower, grabbed a petal, and then said: "Isn't it, and I heard Taibaijinxing collect a bunch of folklore books, and let Si Ming pick the most bloody writing. Si Ming picks I picked it up and down, and I finally picked one for the time being, what do you think it was called?"
"What's it called!?" Duke Chenghuang suddenly had a bad premonition.
"The Road to the Taming of a Female Killer with Amnesia, and I heard that there are spare scripts, such as "The Love Story of a Female Killer", "How Charming The Prince Sees Me", "The Whip Trains the Killer's Wife" and so on. "He Xiangu said it all like a bean, and then added: "I personally still like the one that teaches my sweet wife the most."
"..." Duke Chenghuang's face was blue and green.
It's over, the world won't be better.
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Meng Qiqi and the others temporarily settled in Lin's house. Lin Gaoshan's family lived in the room they used to live in. She and Mo Chunfeng, Xiang Dingchen, and Sheng Jiayan lived in four surrounding courtyards.
It's not far away, and if there is any noise, you can rush over immediately.
Meng Qiqi helped up the slender-necked white porcelain vase lying on the ground in the room, picked up two or three dead branches from outside and inserted it. She shook the bed and put it on the bed, and swept away the dust on the floor.
"I can finally see it." She patted the dust on her hands and looked around with satisfaction.