"I remembered... I remembered! The thorn ball is the reflection of the Flower Goddess!"
As soon as the words came out, Han Ge was confused and stunned, but there was clearly something hard in his heart, which suddenly collapsed and disintegrated into pieces like smoke: "Huahua is really related to the immortal flower god...?" "
"If we talk about the connection... it is really, really a wonder in the world. It was the time when the Flower God lived in Donghuang Mountain, and even Tianjun never knew him... One day, I went out to the mountains to play, passing by Fushui, and the Flower God fetched water from Drink... Unintentionally, I caught a glimpse of the reflection in the water. It was so beautiful that I stayed by the waterside to admire the fragrance. I lingered until sunset and dusk broke... I didn't leave her for a whole day and night... I slept next to her all night, and then I woke her up... However, since then, the flower god has been absent-minded and wandering as if he has lost his mind... Even his temperament and temperament have become much quieter and calmer, and he is no longer as playful and lively as before... The sun god and the sun god are... In her prime years, she realized the seriousness of this soul-losing situation... But because the God of Flowers had already been favored by the Heavenly Lord at that time, and the two of them loved each other and cherished each other, the God of Heaven did not dare to show it to anyone... so he had to take her with him. After searching for immortals in the mountains and fields, the result... turned out to be... It turned out... that the flower god had lost one soul as early as that trip to Fushui... The seven souls and souls were incomplete... and that soul ... I think it was left in the lotus water... If... if the Thorny Ball has the spirit of the lotus water... then, there is no doubt that the Thorny Ball was the flower god who fell in love with and left behind by the lotus water... a touch of his own... Reflection…”
Hange expressed his shame with a bitter look on his face: Luo Qianhua God, who was accidentally killed thousands of years ago, was originally a narcissistic god, but there was no time to express any emotion at the moment, because after the soul tree said these words, Hange couldn't stop. The flow of Qi was useless. She clearly had something to say, but she could no longer use her strength. Her erratic body dissipated like smoke bit by bit in Han Ge's arms. The dignified ghost Lord Han Ge could not reverse the destiny of life and death. There was no other way. He raised his head and looked helplessly at Granny Meng under the wooden eaves, and begged sadly: "Mother-in-law... Mother-in-law, please don't ignore death... Think of a way to save my soul tree, right?"
How can Po Meng do anything? When the girl Hunmu came to her, she had a heart that looked forward to death. This girl was originally a ghost, and she would be wiped out if she died. However, even if Meng Po did not agree, she could not share his worries for Han Ge in order to repay her kindness. There is also no thought of survival. Meng Po is really forced to the point of no return. Inducing Meng Po soup for her will undoubtedly push her directly into a hopeless situation, but at least she can fulfill her wish. Sin, Po Meng is very old, and she is not responsible for just one thing or two. Although the current one is clearly heartbreaking for her, looking forward to Hange's help, the traces of time on Po Meng's face are becoming more and more obvious. The wrinkles in his hair deepened, and he knelt down helplessly and sighed: "I beg Ghost Lord to punish me, but I can't do anything."
"Please help my mother-in-law protect the ghosts for her. I'll be back as soon as I go! You must hold on... hold on and wait for me to come back!" Hange threw the soul of the soul wood that was about to dissipate to Po Meng, then stood up and hurriedly Fly away, fly out of the ghost world, straight to the ninth heaven...
Po Meng quickly formed a seal on the palm of her hand and tried her best to protect this weak group of ghosts until Hange brought back the Immortal Grass of Resurrection from heaven. (To be continued)