What kind of bad intentions can the host have?

Chapter 151 Mrs. Yue wants to monopolize Meng Po (9)

"No!"

Her voice was still crying, unconvincing.

"What did I say wrong to make you unhappy?"

Chu Yu's head shook like a rattle, and she denied it three times: "No! No! No!"

Jing Yu obviously didn't believe her words, and continued to speak: "If you don't like what I said, you can tell me directly, and I won't blame you."

She really wasn't crying because of him!

She didn't really want to cry either!

It's just because of Po Meng's personal work. To make Po Po Meng soup needs to experience the six emotions in the world. The experience is incomplete, and there are only unstoppable tears.

Crying and working at the same time, is this the so-called paid sadness?
Chu Yu was very distressed, "I don't hate you, don't think about it."

Jing Yu lowered his eyelashes, remained silent for a while, then raised his eyelids flatly, and let out a long sigh of relief: "It's fine if you don't have one."

After resting in Jing Yu's dormitory for a long time, the two of them didn't talk much and didn't chat much. After Chu Yu couldn't see that she was crying, she left and went back to the underworld.

After crying just now, she still has to hurry up and go back to make Mengpo soup.

Po Meng was supposed to be in the underworld all the time, but Chu Yu didn't like being imprisoned, she often ran out.

Hearing the news of her return, Yan Mo rushed over in a hurry.

As the black shadow moved from far to near, Chu Yu flicked a layer of red mist to block his way.

Looking at the dense red breath, Yan Mo's expression was very hurt, "Auntie, I just came to see you. How about you go to Yuelao?"

Chu Yu wrote lightly: "The little devil has been solved."

She is still a little bit overwhelmed. She originally wanted to finish the task quickly, but something happened inexplicably, which made her thoughts very confused.

Feeling inexplicably depressed.

Seeing Chu Yu's figure drifting away, Yan Mo shouted in a loud voice, "Grandma, the prince of the Demon Race wants to settle accounts with you!"

Chu Yu wasn't paying attention to his words, as if she didn't hear him, she went straight into the room.

Meng Po, on the surface, is a small character in the underworld middle school, but in fact is the real master of the underworld.

Emotions and anger are invisible, and she likes to travel in the Demon Realm, and take some things along with her. Because of her strong disguise skills, basically no one can recognize her, but it is inevitable that she will reveal her secrets after more things happen.

The last time Po Meng went to the Demon Realm and beat up Ye Chen, the crown prince of the Demon Race, Ye Chen was so angry that he must find the thief.

I don't know where he found the news. After knowing that it was Meng Po who beat him, he blocked the gate of the underworld every day and squatted, threatening to fight to the death with Meng Po.

Every day, people challenged her to fight to the death, but Chu Yu didn't take it seriously.

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There are dark clouds floating in the sky, no moonlight and no stars, the surrounding black tree branches are dry and rotten, and a black shadow is squatting in front of the high gate of the underworld.

Seeing a person approaching, Ye Chen wanted to get up but found that his legs were numb. He had no choice but to force the Qi in his dantian, so he stood up straight, raised his head and chest, and said arrogantly, "King Yama, where is that dead woman, Po Meng?"

Yechen is so proud that he can't allow anyone to trample him under his feet. Granny Meng beat him up, which made him feel ashamed. If he doesn't get it back, he will be the prince of the demon clan!
Yan Mo's stiff brows furrowed a little, and he scolded in a stern voice: "Is it possible that you can see my Pom Meng of the Hell!"

Originally, Yan Mo was thinking of persuading him to go back, but he didn't expect that the demon prince didn't know what to do and dared to call his aunt a dead woman!
Ye Chen clenched the sword at his waist, smiled dissolutely, his eyes were full of disdain, and he said confidently, "Of course."

(End of this chapter)