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Chapter 1270 Meng Po (6)

"You know him, so this matter is over." Qian Yan threw the bowl and pushed Lu Jingce to Naihe Bridge, "Go, reincarnate."

The action is simple and rough, making people frown.

Chen Lingrong was furious in her heart, but she could only watch helplessly as Lu Jingce was led to the reincarnation pool.

Don't anger Meng Po right now, otherwise things will get worse and it won't end well.If it was known that she and Lu Jingce wanted to get away with drinking Mengpo soup and get reincarnated as husband and wife, then the Chen family would not be able to keep her.

If so, wait until next time.Anyway, the life span of mortals is only a few decades.The time in the underworld is long, so she will spend more time in the human world, and they will be together again when Lu Jingce reincarnates next time.

"Meng Po, your temper...is still the same." Chen Lingrong forced a smile, but clenched her fists hidden in her sleeves.

Really, why did you wake up now?

Qianyan: "There are always people who don't drink soup obediently. If you see too much, you can't be good-tempered. If you didn't know him, he would inevitably be beaten."

Chen Lingrong didn't want to say more, so she bid farewell to Qianyan.

As soon as he turned around, he put away his smile and left with a cold face.

What a Meng Po, she actually spoiled her.

After that, it was quiet for a while, but Qianyan could feel that the power of heaven was getting weaker and weaker.

Occasionally, I heard some people discussing that the dynasties in the world have begun to collapse, and they have gradually entered a chaotic world, and the princes of all parties are ready to move.

On this day, the ghost waiter beside him took out a jug of wine and offered it to her. He also thoughtfully opened the lid of the jug so that she would not be able to smell the fragrance of the wine.

The jug is very beautiful. In the dark underworld in broad daylight, the jug made of colored glass is radiant and very beautiful.

The light red liquid was shaking in the jug, and the intoxicating aroma of fruit floated out from the spout, hitting Qianyan in the face.

Just taking a sip is refreshing and yearning.The fruit used to make this fruit wine is probably not ordinary.

At that moment, Qianyan felt the involvement of the plot again, and had the urge to snatch the jug into his hands.

Before implementing it, she had already suppressed the impulse.

I have to say that the power involved in the plot really affects her work. Fortunately, she is already very skilled in controlling it. This is the first time she has felt the powerful power of the plot.

I've felt it before, but it's just a storybook in the world of low martial arts, and the plot power is relatively much weaker, and it has almost no effect on her.

"Good wine." Qian Yan still boasted, such a good wine, presumably it should belong to the demon king.

Regardless of the fact that this wine is made from precious fruits, it doesn't taste spicy and doesn't seem to be intoxicating, but it is actually more intoxicating than ordinary wine.This wine itself has the effect of helping sleep. Now that the Heavenly Dao is weak, and Meng Po is exposed to the two shortcomings of lethargy and greedy drinking, she will naturally fall asleep after drinking this wine.

Even when she sniffed the wine, she felt extremely attractive, let alone Po Meng.At that time, Po Meng herself was in the plot and had not awakened, so it was inevitable that she would be fooled.

When she received it, the ghost attendant said obsequiously: "Grandma Meng will go to the bar first, and the younger ones here will be taken care of."

Qianyan went and sat down as the ghost attendant wished.

She took out the wine glass and poured a glass of wine. The ghost waiter was secretly looking at her. Seeing her drink a glass, she immediately laughed, and looked at the other ghost waiter, smiling even more happily.

When a ghost came to reincarnate, the two ghost servants also seriously distributed Mengpo soup, without any slack, as if to prove to her that they were not lazy.

(End of this chapter)