Girl, please don't flirt

Black and white impermanence is very annoying, you look at me, I look at you, inexplicably feel that what Meng Po said is very correct, the two of them are inseparable from Meng, and Meng is inseparable. If it weren't for the unruly wind of the underworld, the two of them would have been formed as partners long ago .

In the gap between the two of them staring at each other for a few moments, Ah Jiu finished drinking Yulu and saw that Bai Wuchang's face was flushed, while Hei Wuchang's face was the same as before.

After drinking the fine nectar and jade dew from the heaven, it feels no different from the muddy water in Yama's mansion in the underworld.She didn't need to drive people away, Black and White Wuchang left Meng Po Village with a blushing face, and only the two of them knew what happened next.

After complaining, Po Meng had to entertain the ghosts who were rushing across the bridge. The tortoises were all ghosts, and they wanted her a bowl of soup.

Consciously out of the black and white impermanence of Meng Po Zhuang, met Qingsheng in the human world, black clothes, black hair, white hairpin, white skin, all ghosts, but Qingsheng is very much loved by Yan Jun of the ten palaces, not to mention that she has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, Another good skin, it is said that she cured Po Meng's eye pain for hundreds of years, and she is known as a benevolent doctor.

Qingsheng is different from the two of them, she is a fairy who descended from the sky.They came out of the underworld with their own bad luck, and ghosts saw them as birds and beasts scattered;

Black and white impermanence is most afraid of inviting the ghost of the emperor in the world, not only to attract but also to support, each of the three worlds in the world has its own master, at least it is the master of one world.Some little ghosts wandering outside would want to eat people when the emperor died, so as to gain some luck.

There was a lot of crying in the palace, the ministers were kneeling all over the hall, and there was a huge black area. Qingsheng leaned on the cloud pillar of the dragon with his sword in his hand, with a worried expression on his face, as if he was waiting for the emperor to die.

Speaking of which, the emperor this time was only 30 years old, and he had a son on his knees, that is, the old and the young, who died of illness.The Qi Dynasty was originally ruled by women. This monarch was diligent in governing and caring for the people, so he died early.

When Black and White Wuchang saw the ghost of the emperor, a few evil spirits ran out halfway, they were powerless, Qingsheng slashed at him with a sword, and the two of them immediately dragged the emperor and ran away.

The human minister was in great grief, Qingsheng was afraid that the evil spirits would hurt people, so he let them out of the Qi Palace before arresting them again.

After she took down a few evil spirits, Black and White Wuchang pulled the emperor's ghost to go far, turning back three times at a step, and it is rare for an emperor to be affectionate in the world.Black and White Wuchang looked wrong today, the two of them stood side by side in the past, but today they can stand four or five more people in the middle.

She was eager to return to Yan Jun in the tenth hall, so she didn't think too much about it. She followed these evil spirits for several years, wandering around every day, and went to Meng Pozhuang after she relaxed.

Ah Jiu didn't look up when seeing ghosts, and had never looked at these ghosts directly for hundreds of years, with a calm and gentle posture.Qing Sheng stood there with her body hidden, and the yellow sand in the eight hundred miles was still not green.

At this time, Black and White Wuchang brought the emperor of the world over. The emperor's dignity is naturally very incomparable. It was those eyes, which were full of water, and they were no different from Qingsheng's. Ah Jiu couldn't help stretching out her hands to pinch them.

A stone from nowhere hit Granny Meng's hand, and she screamed in pain, staring at Black and White Wuchang viciously, "I don't want to eat her, I just touch her."

Black and white impermanence felt wronged, the two looked at each other, realized that it was not the other's fault, and looked around at the same time, but there was a Buddha hidden beside the bridge, with jade hairpins and black hair, spotless, Ah Jiu's cultivation was low, so he could only yell at his brother .

Hei Wuchang said, "Emperors in the world are at the same level as Yan Jun in the Ten Temples. How can I let you touch them casually? If you have the ability, go touch the King of Hades."

Thinking of Yan Luo's gloomy face, Ah Jiu's body trembled, and his hand holding the bowl trembled. When he saw the absent eyes of the emperor in the world, he couldn't help but pursed his lips. The pain in his mouth was so bad that he didn't care how beautiful he was. Passed the soup over, and said kindly: "After drinking this bowl of soup, you will be reincarnated again, and you will forget all the pain now."

It was good words to coax, but the emperor in the world showed a sad face. This appearance is very similar to the weak Qingsheng. Ah Jiu's heart softened again, and she wanted to wipe the tears for the beauty. Unexpectedly, it was not her who was smashed this time, but her hands. , but the bowl in hand.

The medicinal materials are hard to come by and the soup is not easy. Ah Jiu felt distressed, looking at the black and white impermanent eyes like a knife, which made the two brothers tremble.Hei Wuchang kindly said: "Ah Jiu, sleep less, we are not mortals who will die if we don't sleep, we should improve our cultivation, so that we don't have to get permission from other ghosts if we want to touch someone's face."

The year-round coldness and lack of sunlight have made Meng Po Ah Jiu lose the motivation to fight. The only way to relieve her worries is to sleep.

When Ah Jiu passed Meng Po soup again, the emperor in the world took it with his fair and slender fingers, his eyes filled with tears, and the royal upbringing asked her to thank: "More old people."

Ah Jiu: "..." Adults don't care about children.

The emperor in the world was stunned holding the soup. The soup was cloudy and exuded a tempting fragrance. Ah Jiu rubbed the back of his aching hand. The emperor should not be urged. If she guessed correctly, she will bear a good fruit for another life, and she will be ranked among the immortals , the fate of the emperor on earth is really good.

White smoke wrapped around the bridgehead, covering up the blood in the Wangchuan River. After the emperor drank the soup, Ah Jiu checked her life book, and the people at the bridgehead had a faint smile on their lips. passed away.

Black and white impermanence was going to send people to the six realms of reincarnation, Ah Jiu was a little bit reluctant, so he took a second look and stared affectionately for a long while.A judge in white clothes appeared at the end of the Naihe Bridge, smiling and leading the emperor of the world to move forward.

The judge was stalking her, Ah Jiu spat, turned her head and saw Qing Sheng approaching swaggeringly, remembering her mouth hurts, she snorted abruptly, poisonous woman.

Qingsheng is surrounded by smog, cold and winding, there is an old man ferrying by the Wangchuan River, specially ferrying Meng Po, because Meng Po's cultivation level is too low to fly over, occasionally there will be immortals who come to Wangchuan and take this boat.

Only ghosts can cross the Naihe Bridge, and ghost messengers are naturally ghosts. Qingsheng never walks on the Naihe Bridge or takes a ferry.

Ah Jiu went back to the village to make soup, the dark blue fire under the cauldron was burning vigorously, and the cloudy soup was tumbling, Qingsheng took a look, Ah Jiu immediately pushed her away, gave her a vicious look, and stretched out his hand: " My seed my flower."

Qingsheng smiled, "Next time, what did you add to your soup, why is it so cloudy?"

Seeing Qingsheng who looked like a goddess, Ah Jiu calmed down for no reason, stirred the soup, and said: "In addition, you sent to the Ten Temples of Yan Jun, the evil ghost, the three souls and seven souls, so everyone feels different when drinking soup, bittersweet and bitter. Xian, do you want to try it?"

Before Qingsheng could refuse, she saw a bowl of soup in front of her eyes. With Ajiu's delighted eyes, she silently refused.

However, Ah Jiu's Mengpo soup is different from her predecessor. She is too lazy to cook, and her cultivation base is too shallow, so she can only deal with ghosts, but immortals are useless.

Ah Jiu's amber eyes were full of autumn water, and her two paws, which could be called hands, were holding the Mengpo soup, with a gentle expression, coaxing Qingsheng to drink it like a child, as soft as the warm spring water in the world.

Qingsheng couldn't laugh or cry.

Ah Jiu has a deep obsession.

Mengpo soup is indeed a cure for wounds. Qingsheng doesn't like this soup, and it's disgusting to the ghosts and souls. When she looks at Xiao Ah Jiu's tender eyes, she shows a very flattering smile. I have never seen her look like this before, and my heart softened, I really drank a bowl by accident.

When the soup was exhausted, Ah Jiu stared and immediately avenged the pain in her mouth. The Netherfire was still strong. She managed to add a few herbs into it, but the soup was still muddy. She fiddled with Yuqin when she had nothing to do.

After drinking the soup, Qingsheng felt nauseous and retched. She had fought with evil spirits for hundreds of years, and her limbs were severed, dripping with blood.

Ah Jiu plucked the strings of the piano, saw her pale face from vomiting, looked at her with one hand on her cheek, and said happily: "Qingsheng, is it delicious? When you were injured last time, you added Wangchuan water to the soup you drank. "

Qingsheng is known to be picky and picky, and this method is just right for her.The stench in the water of Wangchuan is unpleasant, and the rotting corpses and maggots that have been rotting for tens of thousands of years must have made Qingsheng sick for hundreds of years.

Sure enough, Qingsheng's complexion changed drastically, her long eyelashes covered the expression in her eyes, she vomited more violently, she almost vomited out all the tea she drank in the world, and she felt depressed.

Ah Jiu was worried that the fun was over, if this cleanliness person vomited to death in Meng Pozhuang, Yan Jun of the Ten Palaces would skin her and convulse, and then throw the bones into the Wangchuan River to feed the corpse insects.She distressedly took out a pot of Yulu that she had brought from him, and put it on the corner of Qingsheng's lips. Seeing that her eyes were closed and she didn't respond, she wouldn't be really sick to death.

Ah Jiu's eyes moved over her face unconsciously. The corners of her lips were sharp and beautiful. She lowered her head and held her breath, feeling the heat from her body. This was different from other ghosts. She was afraid of the cold, but ghosts The messengers are not afraid of the cold, because their bodies are cold, and it was only today that they realized that Qing Sheng's body was also hot.

Are the two of them the same people?

The lamps are lit in the village, and there is no sunlight in the underworld, so it is necessary to light the lamps all year round. When Ah Jiu bent down, wisps of light passed through the gaps and fell on Qingsheng's black robe, which was coated with a layer of golden soft light. Thinking that she was a fellow, she looked up and down again, her body seemed to be getting warmer.

The half-breathed scrutiny made Ah Jiu's gaze stick to Qingsheng's face, as if unconsciously bewitched, she was dazed for a moment, and then unscrupulously stretched out her hand to pinch her face, and her mouth hurt again when she stretched out in mid-air. Maybe she stretched out her hand and squeezed it, and her hand would hurt. This woman has thorns all over her body, which are poisonous!

She straightened up suddenly, smelling the refreshing breath of Qingsheng, and secretly guessed whether her previous body was made of flowers and plants. This kind of fragrance is more intoxicating than Yulu. poison.

Angrily put Yulu on the table, it would be better to die, maybe the curse of her mouth hurting will disappear.