Chapter 969

Meng Po smiled and gave way to Xi, who was drinking tea She looks ordinary, as kind as before, but she has something different in her heart.

She sipped the tea, the bitter warm tea flowed down her throat, and her heart was also bitter. I don't know what I drink on weekdays. But today, Mengpo's tea is more bitter than on weekdays. A corner of my heart is aching, and I don't know why.

The brain is benevolent, the hair is swollen, the hair is frowning. Seeing mother-in-law looking at her, she hastens to gather her face, gets up and smiles, "mother-in-law, it's not early. The cat in my family is waiting for me to feed, so I won't bother you." He said that he was blessed and turned away.

Meng Po looks at Xi's figure passing through the flower sea on the other side. The plain white figure and the endless Red Sea are obviously compared, but they are extremely harmonious.

She sighed and looked up to drink the rest of the tea in her bowl.

The old and hoarse ballad on the Bank of Naihe bridge rings again.

Flowers bloom for a thousand years, flowers fall for a thousand years, flowers and leaves never meet.

Love is not cause and effect, fate is doomed to life and death.

Flower on the other side, on the other side.

Yingwanchong, Youming road.

Flowers bloom and leaves fall, and lovesickness never returns.

The desolation and solitude in the music set off the dim yellow light that the sky will never shine. The fierce ghosts in the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the river of the. Countless sharp claws turned to the void, trying to drag everything they could hold into the water.

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Xi is a person who doesn't hide things in his heart, and he always has a light mood in dealing with people.

If it's just Meng Po's words that really made her confused for a moment, when she went back to her bamboo and wooden houses on the border of Fengdu, she saw a dark shadow flickering towards her from afar.

She smiled, and the faint lips rose with a smile, which was very beautiful.

Catch the little thing that pours into his arms, scratch the soft black hair on his body, smile and say: "silver turbid, silver turbid, how can you sneak out again? Didn't they say they would wait for me to come back? "

"Meow ~" the small claw scratched her sleeve, and the small furry head scratched her jaw.

Yinzhuo is a cat. She picked it up just three years ago. At that time, the sky was drizzling with rain. She went to visit her friends with a folded paper umbrella and passed through the hall of birth. A stream of ghosts outside the hall swarmed and were led into the hall by the ghost. Those people's lives end here, and they get new life here.

The wet kitten was thrown at the corner of the wall. In such a solemn place, a cat was lost. Even if it has a small voice, it can only make a tiny sound, but if it is found by the ghost, it will be dead.

She never felt that she was a soft hearted person, and when she went to the living hall, she couldn't get close to other people. She just wanted to go in a hurry and visit the only old friend she knew in the netherworld, a fox with a strange disposition.

Therefore, she just slightly drooped her eyelids, and intended to bypass it without changing her face.

Between the torchlight stones, the cat seemed to shine back. Her soft and weak claws caught her skirt and howled at her desperately.

It seems to be saying, save it -

Maxi stops in surprise, drops her eyes, and bumps into her bright and moist eyes. She has no time to stain the dust. Maxi hurriedly keeps her eyes open, recites a sutra and takes it back, named Yinzhuo.