Emperor Zun's way of chasing his wife: Go away to the gods

Chapter 281 The Folded Page 2
Mo Lin looked at Zichu nervously, and couldn't believe that the person he was so familiar with in the past turned out to be like this now!

Maybe she was such a woman back then, but he didn't want her to be such a cold-blooded and heartless woman at all!
He frowned slightly, and said in a helpless tone, "Zi Chu!"

Zi Chu shook the Fuli Sword in his hand, his eyes flickered with sharpness, he turned around, and left.

Pluto and Mo Lin were left alone looking at each other, and could only helplessly watch the white shadow gradually go away.

And after Zichu left, Mo Lin still had a serious look, but there was a little pleading in his tone, "Pluto, can it be that you really can't..."

Before he finished speaking, Pluto waved his sleeve robe, with a look of helplessness in his eyes, "Mo Lin, it's not that I don't want to help you!
However, as the king of the underworld, I cannot put the underworld in danger. What's more, if Mo Ze steps down from the throne, I'm afraid I will look farther! "

These are also the words that Ksitigarbha warned Pluto before returning to the end of hell!Now the affairs of the God Realm can only be resolved by the God Realm itself!

The wrinkles between the corners of Mo Lin's brows got deeper and deeper, and he muttered to himself, "Could it be that father really thinks that position is more important than me and the queen mother?"

When Zichu left, he still went to Sanchuan Road to look at Meng Po in the blue shirt. There were still many souls lining up beside Sanchuan Road to lead Meng Po Tang.

And Meng Po's eyes, which have not been turbulent all year round, are as silent as a cold pool at this time, and they still have the same face that has never changed since ancient times.

Zichu scratched the back of her head and thought carefully, where would she go after she died?
But when Zichu was thinking, Meng Po, who was scooping up the soup, waved her hand at her with an unusually gentle tone, "Zichu is a god!"

Hearing this, Zichu turned around and arrived at Po Meng's side, with a little puzzlement in his eyes, he asked, "Po Meng? What's wrong?"

While talking, Po Meng was still busy serving Meng Po soup to the ghosts queuing up, "I always have a dream recently!"

Granny Meng couldn't distinguish her own feelings, but in the dream, the man's face was so clear and blurry, the blurry thing was that she couldn't see his face clearly, but the clear thing was that she knew she knew him!

That familiar feeling touched the softest part of her heart, but there was a slight pain. The pain came out, as if endless snow and ice swept her heart.

Zichu frowned, looking at Po Meng's troubled face, he still chose to hide from Po Meng, "Po Meng, the things in the dream are too many to count!"

In fact, it is best not to remember anything. If she told Po Meng those things, what else could Po Meng do?

In fact, the ones who are left behind are the ones who suffer the most. Zheyuan rescued Xuanxi, and Xuanxi couldn't bear the pain and sealed himself. In fact, he has always been the one who suffers the most.

After all, Zheyuan and Xuanxi are such lovers.. .

Xiao Shu is Xuan Xi, the ancient god, the one who has been in love with Zhe Yuan for so long.

And she is just the most inconspicuous stroke in Xuanxi's boundless years, just like the folded pages of a book, which always have to be turned over!
After listening to Zichu's words, Meng Po shook her head, with endless desolation in her eyes, but when she recalled that man's face, her brain kept aching. Looking at the soul that kept flowing away on the Naihe Bridge, she always felt There was something she missed, but she still couldn't think of anything.

Granny Meng turned her eyes back and looked at the souls who were still queuing up. After all, she was still busy with her own affairs, but she didn't even notice the tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.

The jie dong flowers were still blooming so luxuriantly. At this time, the breeze slightly lifted the corners of Zichu's clothes, outlining her transparent outline like ice and snow. She randomly picked a few bunches of jie dong flowers and put them in her sleeves. Then, the white figure gradually walked away.

(End of this chapter)