The half-blood little demon concubine of His Royal Highness

Yan Jun is on top, and the gavel tree slapped it down: The woman in the hall, with hair and skin, received her parents. Those who commit suicide will not be reborn as human beings. They will be given the river of forgetfulness, and they will be driven into the realm of animals.

Xia Xiaolin lowered her head and quietly wiped her tears.Hearing Yan Jun's emotionless sentence, the last line of defense in her heart collapsed, and tears poured out like the Yellow River bursting its embankment. She sat down on the ground, kicked her legs, and rolled around on the ground, feeling extremely wronged. When he was almost crying, he suddenly raised his head to Yan Jun, and his eyes that were red and swollen were like knives. "You are heartless!"

As soon as these words came out, the kid next to him gave a "scared" sound, his jaw dropped and he turned around on the ground.

She rolled her eyes, she seemed to use the words inappropriately, but she couldn't care so much, she raised her hands high, shook her head and waved her head, and wailed like an abandoned woman, "I obviously followed my dear one down, how could you let him reincarnate first?" Let’s go! My dear, I promised to wait on the Naihe Bridge for three years, but you don’t even have to wait for a minute!”

"Enough!" The blue veins on Yan Jun's forehead exploded, and a token hit Xiaolin's head with a slap. Pai's eyes lit up immediately, and he swarmed up and lifted Xiaolin high, and quickly evacuated from the Hall of Yama.

In a blink of an eye, Xiaolin was standing on the wooden bridge, stroking the three big characters in cursive script on the bridge head affectionately: Naihe Bridge.But looking left and right, she couldn't see Po Meng, so she couldn't help but curiously pulled the kid who was looking at her aside, "Brother, why is there no Po Meng on this bridge? Don't you need to drink Po Meng's soup?"

When the little ghost heard this question, his eyes sparkled, and he immediately grabbed her and whispered in her ear: "Meng Po ran away with a ghost here 800 years ago, and she hasn't come back yet! This is the secret of the underworld. Don't tell anyone about it!"

When Xiaolin heard it, gossip like thunder!Immediately pricked up his ears, leaned close to the little ghost, "Haven't come back for 800 years?"

"Hehe, actually Jun Yan didn't want to catch her. I heard that when Po Meng ran away..." He looked around, smiled strangely at Xiaolin, drew an arc on his stomach with both hands, raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiaolin.

Xiaolin covered her mouth in surprise, "You mean..." Then she saw crescents in her eyes, and the two ghosts smiled tacitly. "Indeed, it's not a good look to be caught back to the underworld."

"It's not"

Xiaolin lay on the bridge, watching the happy man who was chatting with her take a porcelain bowl, walked carefully to the river, scooped up a bowl and handed it to her. "what is this?"

"Wangchuan water!" The ghost raised his head, looking longingly at the flowing water rolling away, "I think back then, how many idiots and resentful women drank a bowl, and the future and the past were wiped out, not to mention Shanbo Yingtai. Molu, a generation of infatuated Meng Jiangnv, only know the Great Wall but not the king!"

Xiaolin held the white porcelain bowl and looked at the little ghost and couldn't help sighing, "It's so effective." Just as she handed the bowl to her lips, she put it down again, her eyes blinking and blinking, "Brother poor, can I ask a question? What do you do when you are a human!"

The ghost guard raised his head proudly, and breath came out of his nose, "I am the storyteller of Tianxianglou!"