Live fortune telling: All the people in the underworld are her younger brothers

Soon, the idea of ​​practicing dual cultivation disappeared.

Jiang Ling recovered as normal, her body took a nap on the bed, and her soul went to the underworld and rushed towards the entrance of Naihe Bridge.

On the Naihe Bridge, the bluestone has been polished smooth and mottled by the baptism of time, as if it is the backbone of an ancient dragon that has been sleeping for thousands of years.

The river water is turbid, flowing with a faint light, reflecting the vague reflection of souls.

There is an exquisite little pavilion beside the bridge, where Meng Po is sitting lazily making Meng Po soup.

There were three or four ghost officials around him who were busy helping.

The queue for drinking Meng Po soup was endless.

"Want a bowl?" Meng Po raised her eyebrows politely, "Are you really here to exorcise ghosts? Pick whatever you want, I'll pretend I didn't see it."

"Meng Po! Let me ask you! What exactly is dual cultivation?" Jiang Ling glared at Meng Po.

Several ghost officials did not dare to step forward to stop him, but at the same time they recognized that this was the most popular Master Jiang in the world recently.

Smelling the melon, Meng Po sat up straight and looked Jiang Ling up and down: "Little Sister Ling, have you experienced it? How is it? Is the human body very delicate? It is much better than your spirit body, right? Tell me, who is the person you are practicing dual cultivation with?"

"A human mystic? Or your new male servant? Or a fierce ghost? Could it be the Mystic King?"

Jiang Ling pursed her lips and snorted coldly: "I didn't say much. Dual cultivation is not reliable at all! The first three are fine, but what the hell is the last one? Don't you know that I am an enemy of that damn black dragon?"

"Really?" Meng Po put her fingertips on the spoon and smiled slyly: "You are really a simple little spirit king. You have seen the ups and downs of the world and the entanglements of love, but you don't care about your own feelings at all."

"You know, I don't like to say things with hidden meanings. I just say what I want to say directly." Jiang Ling put her hands behind her back and browsed the books on the bookshelf.

They are all romance novels about love. When did Meng Po start liking this?

"That black dragon is the only black dragon in the world. He is cold and aloof, and doesn't even have a servant to serve him. He is not an enemy of anyone except you. He could have a fair fight with you, but he always remains indifferent to your provocations and teasings."

"So what?" Jiang Ling admitted that she was right.

"You didn't originally belong to the Six Realms, so we small-time people naturally can't beat you. But that's not necessarily the case with the black dragon. I also heard that you plucked out his dragon scales while he was sleeping. If you put them on someone else, he would definitely be furious. But since you plucked them out, he treated it like a piece of insignificant trash."

"Stop talking in circles, let me make it short." Jiang Ling's patience is limited.

"Don't you think that black dragon likes you?"

Jiang Ling chuckled, "I think you've read too many romance novels. What do you know about the grudge between him and me? I pulled out one of his dragon whiskers, and he used that tail to wrap me up for 49 days! I had no place to go, and I stayed in his cold dragon cave, bored to death!"

"I heard that you plucked out all his dragon whiskers?" Meng Po suspected...

Jiang Ling shrugged and pursed her lips indifferently: "You know the benefits of dragon whiskers. It doesn't mean they won't grow back after you pluck them out. What's the big deal?"

"Then why did you insist on taking his mask after he turned into a human form? What are the benefits of the mask?" Meng Po was in high spirits.

"Didn't I want to hire a male servant? How can I know if he is qualified if I don't see his appearance?"

"You always have your own reasons. You are as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, but you insist on finding a handsome man to be your servant, and you do nothing." Meng Po returned to the topic, "So, after you came back, you didn't go to find King Xuan?"

Jiang Ling took out a novel titled "The Wild Prince Becomes His Majesty" and nodded, "Well, why are we looking for him? Has his dragon beard grown again?"

"You really don't know anything."

"Oh?" Jiang Ling looked at Meng Po.

"I can tell you my guess, but don't take anything from me after you leave."

"No problem." Jiang Ling sat down.

The process of drinking Meng Po soup and going to reincarnation continued in an orderly manner.

Meng Po began to speak out her guesses: "After you disappeared, Xuan Wang also disappeared. If you can find Xuan Wang, he might know everything about what happened that year."

"You mean, the dead black dragon is the mastermind? He wants to destroy me?"

"Ah?" Meng Po was astonished. No...what's the train of thought of this little Ling Wang? Is this what she meant?

"What you said makes sense. I'll go explore and see if I can find him."

Jiang Ling didn't give Meng Po any chance to continue speaking and disappeared beside the Naihe Bridge.

"This...temper, I must have had a brain cramp to suspect that King Xuan liked you and disappeared to protect you." Meng Po shook her head helplessly, her face darkening instantly, "Where is my book? Have you seen my book?"

The ghost officials shook their heads innocently.

"Jiang Ling!!!"

The small pavilion shook a few times due to Meng Po's shouting.

Soon, Jiang Ling arrived at the black dragon's territory according to her memory.

From her subconscious, it had only been a few days since she came.

There have been tremendous changes here. Moss, grass, branches, and vines are crisscrossing all over the mountain.

The aura of the black dragon has long disappeared here.

Could it be that the fact that she was sealed by the male servants using a forbidden technique back then was also related to him?

She looked into the forbidden technique and found it to be very strange. Plus, the incident happened so suddenly, how did she come back to life?

It's all a mystery.

So should we find the male servant or the black dragon first, or...are they possibly together?

Evil cultivators, snatching luck...

Finally, after using spiritual power to detect and confirm that there was no trace of the black dragon, he took the package prepared by Cui Jue and returned to the human world.

In the lobby downstairs, a petite girl with high ponytails and a white headset hanging around her neck, pushing a pink suitcase, said with her hands on her hips: "I'm finally home!"

Seeing this, the maid hurried forward to greet her: "Miss, I will take your luggage upstairs first. President Pei is still in the company and will be back in the evening."

The girl swung the lollipop in her mouth around twice, glanced at the handsome dark-skinned young man who was sitting cross-legged in front of the coffee table, typing away at the keyboard, and muttered, "I'm hungry, give me some instant noodles."

"Miss, how can you eat instant noodles? What do you want to eat? Let the chef make it."

"I just eat instant noodles, White Elephant. Oh, and I want to eat them in a bucket. Instant noodles eaten outside of a bucket have no soul!"

"Ok."

The maid sighed and had to agree.

The girl came to Pei Qian in a hoppy manner, swung her pigtail, sat on the sofa, and crossed her legs: "Tsk, what are you doing, handsome boy? Are you Pei Qian? Who gave you this unlucky name? "

Pei Qian ignored the person who came. He was doing a platform task. As long as this order was completed, the distance between him and the first place would be much closer!

The girl leaned forward, took out the lollipop in her mouth, and pointed at the screen: "Tsk, you are so bad, you made a mistake here."

Pei Qian was already irritable, and when he heard someone say that he was a bad boy, he immediately got angry. He turned his head abruptly, and his lips covered the soft, faint scent of gardenia that entered his nose.

"You...whose child are you?" Pei Qian pushed the person away.

The girl curled her lips in disdain and wiped her cheeks: "Tsk, my name is Qin Yanran, Pei Huaizhi's daughter, I'm nineteen years old, not a child! You are the child, I accept this kiss, for the sake of this kiss, I will teach you, watch carefully."

After saying that, Qin Yanran put the lollipop back into her mouth, put the notebook in front of her, and started typing on the keyboard.

Pei Qian's black eyes were quickly replaced by green ones, and a fierce look flashed in them. What the hell is this kid?