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Chapter 177: Chapter 177: The Millennium Love Tribulation (1)

Although Pluto is in charge of one side of the underworld, he is still not detached from the six realms. He also has his own love and hatred, and his own obsessions.

Jiang Lixing lowered his deep eyes, staring closely at the red mark on his palm. This red mark, like Po Meng's long hair, is a kind of obsession, a kind of doom.

This is also the imprint that "she" left for him thousands of years ago, like a red thread, even if thousands of years pass by, the two can still meet again.

When Jiang Lixing raised his eyes again, the red mark on his palm had disappeared.

Jiang Lixing looked at his face in the mirror. There seemed to be a cloud of fog on the glass mirror in the bathroom. In the blur, there seemed to be two identical faces. Jiang Lixing's eyes could not help but gloomy.

"This is not where you should be."

Jiang Lixing whispered to the mirror, the fog in the mirror slowly dissipated, no one answered him, when the fog dissipated, only Jiang Lixing's face was left in the mirror, and this face was extremely pale at this time.

Jiang Lixing narrowed his eyes and lightly clenched his fists.

The last thing he wanted to see happened——

"He" also came...

"He" is Jiang Ziwen, "he" is him, but not him.

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Underworld, Huangquan Road.

A black figure walked slowly on Huangquan Road. This is a road that cannot be turned back. No matter which direction you go, the end of the road is Naihe Bridge.

The black figure was strolling on Huangquan Road, looking at the ghosts on the road, he turned a blind eye until he came to the bridge of Naihe.

On the thin and narrow Naihe Bridge, there are terrified new ghosts on the bridge, and those hideous and terrifying poisonous insects under the bridge.

Standing quietly beside the Naihe Bridge, looking at the scenery on and off the bridge, that figure's eyes were complicated.

"Your Highness."

At this time, a bowl of soup was served in front of the figure.

"Your Highness, why did you..."

Before Po Meng finished speaking, her eyes widened suddenly.

"what happened?"

A low, magnetic male voice rang softly in her ears.

Granny Meng was stunned.

"Your hair...has grown again." At this moment, the man suddenly spoke softly again.

Only now did Granny Meng come back to her senses, and smiled meaningfully: "Your Highness, I have already told my servant about this last time."

"Is it?"

Jiang Ziwen raised his eyes, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Look, the new ghosts on the Naihe Bridge are fighting hard. The Huangquan Road is full of scorched earth, but the two sides of the road and the river bank are beautiful."

There is a kind of flower that is more alluring than fresh blood, that is the Bana flower.

Flowers that bloom in the netherworld represent the color of death.

"Flowers bloom and leaves fall, leaves bloom and flowers wither, forever and ever, never to meet each other."

Meng Po on the side whispered something, with a sad expression on her face.

Bianhua, representing life and death, represents separation, and is an ominous symbol in the human world.

"Forever and ever, never meet again."

Jiang Ziwen silently read what Po Meng said just now, and the light in his long and narrow eyes was dark.

After whispering this sentence, he suddenly turned around gently and strode away.

Watching his leaving back, Meng Po's eyes flickered.

I don't know what happened, but——

What the hell is it to have two Highnesses?

Well, although they are all ghosts... But, what's so weird about it?
"Swish"

At this moment, a dark wind blew, and a tall and thin figure appeared behind Granny Meng. He was wearing a red robe, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, and his face was pale.

(End of this chapter)