"Aying, when did you start making Mengpo soup? Have you ever seen me? Have I ever drank it?"
Xi Ying wanted to laugh when she heard Bai Mo's words.
He was conceived from one of her ribs, three drops of her heart's blood, and the blood of her predecessor Meng Gong. Today is the day he was born. How could he have the memory of the past
I don't know if this is a little trick by Pluto to prevent Bai Mo from knowing how he came here, and just make him think that he was a normal person before
Since Pluto is not willing to tell, then other evil spirits probably won’t let it slip either.
So Xi Ying decided to follow the plan given by Pluto.
After all, no one wants to be told that they were created temporarily.
"Bai Mo, although I am Meng Po, I am not the eternal owner of this underworld. One day in the future, I will also leave underworld. There were other Meng Pos and Meng Gongs before me, and there will be other Meng Pos and Meng Gongs after me. After me Before becoming Meng Po, I never met you, and I never served you Meng Po soup, so I’m sorry, you probably asked the wrong person.”
"Oh..." Bai Mo scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "Ah Ying, don't say sorry, I should be the one who should be embarrassed. I didn't know you would leave Huangquan one day, I thought you Like other yinzai, they are immortal..."
"It doesn't matter."
Xi Ying scooped out a bowl of soup with a spoon and handed it to Bai Mo.
"Want to try it?"
Bai Mo waved his hands quickly, "No, no, I just woke up. If I drink, wouldn't I forget you?"
Xi Ying smiled slightly, "Anyway, we have only known each other for a short time. Even if you forget, you can still get to know each other again. Don't you want to try it and see what this soup tastes like? You said it smells good."
Xi Ying knew very well that Bai Mo's Meng Po soup would have no effect at all.
Bai Mo was born in the underworld. He is essentially no different from those Yin Zai, and is even more advanced than Yin Zai.
Because he is Meng Po Aying's man.
The tip of Bai Mo's nose smelled the fragrance of Meng Po soup, and he couldn't help but swallowed.
He stretched out his hand to take it, and said as if he was afraid that Xi Ying would regret it: "A Ying, if I really forget you and my identity after drinking it, then you must tell me!"
Xi Ying encouraged with a smile: "Drink. If you forget, I will tell you."
Bai Mo felt relieved.
He set his sights on this bowl of fragrant Meng Po soup.
The clear soup water reflected his delicate and handsome face.
Bai Mo brought the bowl close to his lips, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
Gudu Gudu, the bowl of soup was quickly finished.
After drinking, Bai Mo burped and wiped his moist lips with the back of his hand.
Xi Ying looked at him with a faint smile and said nothing.
Bai Mo looked at her in surprise, then looked at the empty bowl in his hand, and said in a surprised tone: "Huh? Ah Ying, didn't you say that you would forget everything after drinking Meng Po soup? Why do I still remember you? Do you still remember that I am who?"
Xi Ying felt that Bai Mo was really the cute type, with rich and cute expressions when he spoke.
In him, handsomeness and cuteness can coexist.
"Then tell me, who are you?" Xi Ying teased Bai Mo.
"Well, are you asking for my name or my identity?" Bai Mo put the bowl on the wooden table, sat down on the stool and looked at Xi Ying.
"casual."
"Then my name is Bai Mo, and my identity is A Ying's husband."