100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 697 Zhan Chun Kui

"Sir, please spare my life!"

The woman in the cloak finally felt a genuine sense of fear.

But Shen Jinhuan would never give those who coveted him a second chance!

"Crack!"

The woman's neck was snapped, and her body turned to ashes inch by inch. Her dark cloak, now unsupported, fell to the ground.

But soon a spirit appeared.

The shriveled cloak was inflated by the support of the limbs.

A new Meng Po took office, silently replacing the former. She bowed respectfully to Jin Huan to express her gratitude. The former would not die, but the latter would never see the light of day again.

This is the rule governing the succession of officials in the underworld.

"The potion of forgetfulness".

"Yes."

A small jade gourd was filled and handed to her.

She accepted it and left immediately.

The illusion began when the other person asked to use her seven tears to make a potion of forgetfulness.

What reincarnation realm, what seven emotions and six desires? It's laughable. Shen Jinhuan wants what she wants, so who has the right to make conditions? If they don't give it to her, she'll just take it!

But that old hag coveted her seven tears, which were filled with extreme emotion.

Thinking about it makes me feel that being reduced to ashes was too good for her!

......

The broth in the hot pot restaurant was bubbling away, releasing red bubbles.

A shadow suddenly fell in front of them.

It was Mingjia who rushed there.

He had something to do in the afternoon and was a few minutes late. Outside the side window, the moonlight was elegant, its gentle glow always falling softly.

"milk tea."

He pushed a glass of iced red bean milk tea in front of her, his eyes behind his glasses as tolerant as ever.

"Thank you, Uncle Ming."

A glass of warm lemonade was placed next to the man.

Perhaps it was because of the heat and his haste, but he lowered his head and took a sip of the sweet and sour lemonade.

When he put it down, he saw the little girl staring blankly at the glass in his hand.

"what happened?"

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she turned her head slightly away, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the red thread on her little finger: "It's nothing."

The decade or so she spent in the illusion was but a fleeting moment to her, not even as intense as the time she spent with Sijiu.

Perhaps the one who vanished into thin air lacked sufficient power, which is why she was so cold-hearted and incapable of showing any genuine emotion.

It was not as sincere and heartfelt as the glance I gave Mingjia earlier.

"Why did you order so little today? I don't have an appetite."

The little girl looked at the table full of food, her beautiful eyes narrowed, and she suddenly chuckled softly, "Isn't this enough?"

Less than usual.

His answer was very objective.

"Uncle Ming."

"what happened?"

"School starts soon."

“I’ll take leave to see you off when school starts.” She lowered her head, poked at the oil dish with her chopsticks a few times, and watched as the golden beans and chili oil mixed together before slowly putting down her chopsticks.

"Uncle Ming, let's break up."

The store is always busy with customers.

It wasn't exactly noisy, but it wasn't exactly quiet either.

But he had a buzzing in his ears, and in the dim light, he felt as if he were being scorched by the blazing sun.

Ming Jiaye was always elegant, but his suddenly closed fingers revealed his disheveled state inch by inch, and a suffocating feeling filled his veins and bones.

He seemed to be torn apart in an instant, and asked her for the reason in a calm and gentle tone.

"My affection is crumbling little by little. I'm sorry, Uncle Ming."

Compared to those strange reasons, her sincerity seemed particularly cruel. "I understand."

He didn't lose his composure; he simply answered calmly, and then, as he did countless times before, he cooked meat and served vegetables to her, taking meticulous care of her.

She usually eats the most.

But after he finished all the ingredients on the table, he ate something else twice more.

Head bowed, he chewed silently and numbly.

"Uncle Ming, stop eating."

The other person just smiled, but didn't stop.

"Uncle Ming."